Teach Me How To Love ♥ (A One Direction Teacher/Student FanFic)

Listen to the music

  ~ Author's Note~

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 I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My hands were shaking and I felt as if I was going to pass out.

 “We aren’t doing yoga, we are giving speech’s Misery, please begin.” The new teacher stated, the class giggled. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I opened my eyes and stared at the floor.

 I went to an all-girl’s school, well, almost all-girl’s school. The principal thought it would be a good idea if the students had some contact with some male figures, and it was decided that there would be five new male teachers. Well, I got one of them. All of the other teachers knew how shy I was, and decided that they would spare my humiliation, but this fat and balding man insisted we introduce ourselves by writing a speech. I begged him with my eyes not to choose me first, but he clearly didn’t get the message and thought it was an invitation.

 “I don’t think you will be getting a peep out of her, Mr. Gadger.” Cher said, inspecting her nails. Cher was one of the populars, while I could count my friends on one hand. He raised an eyebrow at me.

 “Well then, we will be waiting here until I get the full speech out of her.” He said and I bit my lip even harder. Everyone groaned.

“I, um, I, ah.” I stuttered and everyone laughed, I turned as red as a tomato. The bell rang signaling that it was hour lunch break, my favorite time of the day. Everyone ran out of the classroom, while Mr. Gadger hollered at them about the speech’s continuing tomorrow. I quickly walked back to my desk with my head low and grabbed my stuff and walked to my locker.

“Did you see him? He was so checking me out!” A girl beside my locker started jumping up and down. I giggled at her thought of a teacher with a student, not teacher would be dumb enough to date a student anyways, so why are these girls getting their hopes up so high?

 “Oh my gosh, he was smoking!” Her friend started jumping around with her. I sighed; I wish I had someone to jump around with at the stupidest things. I put away my unneeded books and grabbed my bagged lunch. I closed my locker and headed towards the music room. While everyone else sat in the lunch room, I always sat in the music/drama room to eat, and then I would play the piano. I loved to play; it was the only thing that really helped me when I was upset.

 I walked over to the music/drama room and opened the door, inside was the auditorium, there were red velvet seats lined up, There was also a huge stage, our school was known for its awesome art’s program. In between the stage and the seats was where all the instruments sat, all of them except the grand piano. It sat behind the curtain tucked away.  I looked over to Mrs. Janise’s office is and saw the door closed, but the light seeping through the bottom of the door. She was always okay with me coming in and playing during lunch hour. She taught acting and music, but they hired someone to do music, so now she only dose acting. I walked up the stairs to the stage and pulled the curtains back, reviling the beautiful instrument. I walked over and pushed it out on stage to the very center like every other day. I grabbed the bench and placed it down in front of the piano softly. I sat down and placed my lunch beside me. I tucked my blond shoulder-length hair behind my ears then took in a deep breath and closed my eyes.

 I let my fingers guide me. My brain shut down and I just started playing, I instantly knew what song I was playing but the third note, My Heart Will Go On my Celine Dionne. I taught myself how to play this by picking out the notes and finding them on the piano, I memorized it that same day. It was my favorite song of all time; I never really liked the new stuff they came out with today. I finished the song and took a deep breath. I heard clapping and I smiled and turned my head expecting to see Mrs. Janise. Boy was I wrong.

 Instead, I was greeted by a very attractive man or more of a boy because he looked not a day older then twenty-two. I blushed scarlet red and looked down at the ground, embarrassed that someone heard me.

 “That was amazing!” The guy said to me with an amazing British accent, I blushed a deeper shade of red. “What’s your name, love?” My heart fluttered when he called me ‘love’.

 “Misery.” I replied, my eyes now glued to the beautiful instrument in front of me and my cheek’s still flushed with color.

 “Pardon?” He asked, sounding surprised.

 “Misery.” I said a bit louder this time, peaking at him through my long eyelashes. He looked shocked.

 “Misery? That’s a… different name.” He said, still a bit shocked. I sighed and bit my bottom lip. I took a quick glance at him. He had messy brown hair, which he somehow made look good, he had beautiful blue eyes that were pure blue and filled with joy. His cheekbones gave his face a soft female touch to it, but not enough for it to be a turn off, and his lips looked so kissable…

 Wait, what am I thinking? I snapped out of my daydream to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. I blushed and looked away again.

 “That was amazing Misery; you are one of the best piano players I have ever heard!” He exclaimed, breaking that awkward silence that was starting to eat away at me. I smiled at the piano. “Who taught you?” He asked, walking over to the stage and jumping up not bothering to use the stairs, and walked over to the piano.

 “I taught myself, but I also had some help from my Grandmother.” I said quietly. He gasped.

 “You taught yourself?” He asked and I nodded, still looking at the piano. “That’s amazing, love!” He said, leaning against the piano. There was another awkward silence, and I waited for him to introduce himself.

 “Oh! Pardon me! I completely forgot to introduce myself!” He said, and I smiled, looking up at him for a second, and then looking away. “My name is Mr. Tomlinson.” Oh, now I get why those girls were freaking out about him ‘checking her out’.

 “New teacher?” I asked, and then mentally face palmed myself. Of course he was a new teacher!

 “Yup,” He said popping the ‘p’ “Acting and music teacher.” He said and I gasped quietly.

 “What happened to Mrs. Janise?” I asked, pressing random notes on the piano.

 “She was sent to another school.” I frowned and he must have noticed. “What’s wrong?” He asked and slid on the bench beside me. I instantly sat up and got off the bench, he looked a little hurt at my action.

 “I just feel a little sick.” And it wasn’t completely a lie; Mrs. Janise was one of my favorite teachers. I grabbed my lunch and started walking towards the exit, felling his eyes on my back.

 “Wait!” He said and I turned around to see him standing on the edge of the stage. “Are you in music?” He asked and I nodded. I picked up my pace again and walked out into the empty hallways.

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 Sixth period came in a flash, I found myself a little too excited to get to music class today, and I don’t know why. I quickly made my way around the school with my head down to my locker. I did the combination and pulled out my piano books and music notepad. I brushed my hair out and looked at myself in my locker mirror. My blue eyes were filled with excitement, my lips were turned up at the corners and my cheeks were the natural light pink they always were. I closed my locker and made a quick stop at the bathrooms.

 I did my business then walked over to the taps. I turned them on and stared at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. My uniform was a bit too big because of my skinny figure and the shirt had an empty space where my boobs should be, but because I was so skinny I was flat chested. My face was make-up free, one of the school’s rules, and I had little blue studs in my ears. I dried off my hands and turned off the tap. I walked out, looking at my watch on my wrist noticing that I would be a little early. I hated being late because when you walked in; everyone’s eyes were on you. I hummed a little to myself as I opened the door, but gasped and dropped my books at what I saw.    

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