Mr. Styles. (l.s)

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"Not you Tomlinson."

Louis froze, nearly all color draining from his face as he turned around. Mr. Styles voice was cold but something about the way the older mans deep, deep, deep voice gave him butterflies and he despised it. "I-" Louis stuttered out stepping back into the room fully and looking up slowly, his blue eyes big and nervous. "Y-Yes sir."

It was almost as if Louis seen the corners of the teachers lips curl a bit in a smirk. He blinked rapidly, seeing Mr. Styles lips were flat and he was staring down at the younger boy with a look that Louis couldn't quite place. "Horan said that you want to join my team. Is that right?" The man finally speaks out again, his voice deep and husky. His words come out slow as if he's putting thought into every word.

But Louis then noticed that's how he's been talking all day, so its nothing special. Then his eyes bulge once he catches on to what Mr. Styles had just said. HIS team. He was the asshole football coach that Niall warned him about. Therefore not only did he have to deal with him in history but if he joined the team too. That wouldn't hold Louis back though. Nothing would stop him from playing football again."Y-yes sir. I would really love to t-try out if you'd allow.." the boy nodded quickly, not breaking eye contact, to afraid to look away. He hears the man scoff and sees his arms cross over his chest. The tattoos jesus. Louis just noticed how his arms are littered with them. Which soon caused his mind to wander, thinking and wondering if the rest of his body is covered in ink too and how good it would look on top- 'what am I doing this is my teacher' Louis thought to himself and shook the thoughts away. For now.

"Tomlinson. Do you hear a word I'm saying?!" Mr. Styles deep, booming voice cut Louis thoughts short as he gulped and looked back up at the gorgeous man. What an asshole. A beautiful, hot asshole. "O-oh yes sir!" Louis nods quickly, not wanting to make more of a fool of himself in front of the man.

Mr. Styles only smirks slightly, knowing the small boy hadn't heard a word he just said as he was too busy checking him out. "Good. Then don't be late to practice, boy." He nodded at Louis sternly before turning his attention to the door as if signaling him to leave.

Louis eyes widened again and he nodded before turning on his heels and scurrying out the room hastily. It was 2:58 right now. And he can't remember whether Niall told him practice starts at 3:15 or 3:45. Either way he has to run home to get clothes to practice in. And his cleats, he definitely cannot practice in toms.

Rushing to his locker, Louis threw his books in and ran out the door. He now had either 15 or 45 minutes to get his things from home and be back on the field.

He finally found his new house which took 5 minutes due to the fact that he was literally sprinting the whole way there. He hurried to his room and changed into his old practice clothes from Donny. Black shorts that hugged his ass nicely and a shirt with the number 28 on the back. Then pulling on his socks, shin guards, and back on his toms, grabbing his shoes from his closet. Checking his phone, Louis realized he only had 5 minutes left to get back to school before it was 3:15. So he hoped for the best, which means practice at 3:45, and darted out the house back to school. Stumbling into the locker room at 3:16, plopping on a bench to pull on his cleats.

Standing up Louis managed to catch his breath and opened the back door that led out to the field, seeing the team was already out on the field doing warmups and he cursed himself under his breath. His eyes traveled around the field until they landed on the man he didn't even realize he was looking for. Mr. Styles. Or should he call him coach? He was wearing some simple tight black skinny's that outlined his long legs perfectly with a plain white shirt on and Louis nearly had to peel his eyes from the man. He couldn't lie, the mad could literally wear a trash bag and still put it off. Even the mans hair. The way his brown locks curled in every which way and how he ran his long, gorgeous fingers through it. He was beautiful and there was no way anyone could deny that. 'Pull yourself together Louis!' Shaking his head to clear the thoughts away Louis internally cringed. Realizing he was late he took off onto the field taking a place next to Niall and joining in with the warmups, hoping the coach wouldn't notice his tardiness for the second time today. But boy was he wrong.

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