Imagines

Don't Call Me Louis Pt. 1

I'll also write one shots if you want me too! I wrote this and posted it on tumblr so yeah. Also, I left a little Larry GIF on the side. -->

I sit, lost in thought, in my shitty metal and plastic chair in my shit class with my shit teacher. Can you tell I hate school? Well, I do. However, there is one teacher that I don’t mind too much. I don’t fancy him, necessarily. I fancy his ass more so than his actual… him. He’s a cool teacher, it’s just hard for me to concentrate on what he’s trying to teach me. My grades are decent B’s and sometimes A’s, I don’t usually have a hard time in my classes. Well, that is until I decided to take A-level history. Mr. Tomlinson teaches A-level history. I don’t even like history! Why in God’s name I decided to take his class, I have not  a clue. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly why I took his class. He’s hot. Like majorly, unfathomably hot. I knew about him since I started secondary school. Every girl has a crush on him. Some guys do too (obviously, me being a guy myself). I know I suck at history, I’m fully aware of that. I knew the second I checked the A-level history box on my schedule, that I would be bringing down my entire average. I was completely right, too. Go figure. I’m failing his class. Woo-freaking-hoo. My mum hated it, too. She wanted me to get a scholarship in Uni, and she knew that if I didn’t bring up that grade, my chance was fucked. I don’t even fucking care if that means I get to stare at Mr. Tomlinson’s arse for a full hour and 20 or so minutes. 

"Mr. Styles. Since you assume you already know what I’m teaching, please answer the question I have proposed to the class." Shit. It’s okay, I do this a lot. I looked over at Niall, my friend, but his seat was empty. Usually he would write down the question for me, but his absence today made that a little hard.

"You see, Mrs. Heyman, I was reviewing what you taught me yesterday, and I didn’t catch your question."

"Great excuse, Harry. I’ll have to remember that one. Ooh I know. You can review what I taught you yesterday, and might as well review today in detention, yeah?" She goes to her desk and write something on a small pad of paper, then rips it off and set it on my desk. I smile at her and shove the yellow slip into my pocket. 

The bell signaling school ending rings and I stand. “Harry, you’ll be going Mr. Tomlinson’s room.” I nod and leave the old teacher’s room. I smirk and make my way to my favorite teacher’s room. I hand him my pass and sit at a desk. 

"Mr. Styles, what did you do to get detention? It’s payday, I didn’t even know you could get a teacher irritated on these days."

I smirk and say, “Well, I was doing better things rather than pay attention to some old hag… I mean wonderful elderly lady’s words. It was pointless, Louis.” His eyes darken slightly. 

"I told you at school it’s Mr. Tomlinson." I smirk at his words and he sits on the desk in front of me, legs open naturally. He stares at me until I return to my normal face. My foot starts trailing up his calf, both of us still having blank looks etched on our faces. My foot continues trailing up his leg and to his thigh. He grabs my foot tightly, not letting me go any further to his crotch, which has now made a slight bulge to his jeans. We stare at each other for about 30 seconds and I move the heel of my other foot straight on his bulge, arrogance clouding my eyes somewhat. He groans and I laugh. "What are you going to do about it, Lou?" 

"Get your arse bent over my desk right now." I hurry over to his desk and bend over. "Fuck me."

Okay so I really didn’t feel like writing the whole thing out cause itll probably be like 2000 words in the end. Sorry my sweet sluttly babies. The whole series thingy will most likely be done my tomorrow night.