Their Teacher

Wait What?

It was a Wednesday morning and my alarm had just sadly beeped, stopping the amazing dream I was having about Zac Efron coming into my classroom in the middle of me teaching and swooping me far away where we'd live happily ever after with his great body.

Like I said, an amazing dream.

Sadly, my only 'prince charming' is the beautiful pizza I have stored in my fridge.

I groggily got up, thinking this day could not be any worse. I have to teach a bunch of adolescents with the exception of the many morons who fill the room, which I'm pretty sure are aliens from the planet derp-o-tron.

And if that's not enough, I'm sure I'll have to deal with Harry and Lauren's obsessive need to know what the other is doing at that exact moment, but the giggles that Harry produces are honestly quite cute, like a puppy barking for the first time.

At the same time, it's weird. Here we have a sort of scrawny teen, dressed as a goth Madonna and trying to portray the 'badass' effect while being somewhat sociably awkward.

I'm going to pray for their kids.

I stood up, and walked over to my closet, ending up with a Nirvana band tee and some ripped skinny jeans. Content with my look, ( and not really giving a shit) I went to my bathroom and did my business. After that, I brushed my teeth and got most of what some might call a rats nest of hair then walked down my stairs to the kitchen to retrieve some pizza.

Before I could sink my teeth into the delicious slice that was awaiting for me in the cold box, I subtly looked at the time, mentally cursing at myself for getting a job that woke me up so early, only to get there early.

I groaned, looking at the food before me, before shoving it back into the box and put my shoes on. I grabbed my bag, and the pizza box then finally made my way out the door and to my car.

*Skip car ride 'cause who cares*

I walked into my class, once again having multiple people stare at me like I had three heads as I sat in my seat, plopping the box onto the scattered mess that is my desk.

"I hope you all did your homework," that's a sentence I thought I'd never say.

A chorus of groans filled my ears, and once again, I felt happy about someone else's misery.

At times like these, I just know I made the right choices in life, even if I have to suffer through things to get what I want.

"-because we'll be taking it up." more groans emitted from my prisoners- I mean students. (a/n when I wrote that, autocorrect made 'groans' into Horan's and I just smiled and giggled :) )

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I was in the middle of asking students to write their answers on the board, --'cause it was an easier way of asking them, and looking for the answer, because we all know damn well that that's what's going to happen, might as well let the others figure it out for me, I mean, they're smart enough? I guess.-- when I had the sudden urge to pee.

I didn't know whether to go and leave my class of rambunctious teens all alone with hazardous items, or to hold it for another few hours when they finally go to some other class. Or at least when they're working quietly.

Times like these, I wish Liam was still the little 'goody-goody' prick he was when I first started working here. At least with that version of Liam, I could go to the washroom without worrying of my room being burnt to a crisp.

I can't ask Zayn, Louis or Harry because they're quite the rule breakers themselves, well, not technically, but they seem like they could do some damage.