(October 29th)
NIALL
"Hey Lou? I need to tell you something." I spoke up nervously.
Louis immediately closed his computer, turning to me with a bright smile. "Sure, what's up?"
"I- uh, this is kind of embarrassing, so please don't judge me, okay?"
Louis raised an eyebrow. "I would never, Ni, what's going on?"
"I'm seeing someone." I blurted, blushing.
Louis' eyes widened. "What? Who?"
"Um... Professor Mendes?"
"I'm sorry what?"
"Professor Mendes, I'm seeing Professor Mendes, okay?"
"Isn't that- isn't that illegal?"
I looked up in surprise. Louis didn't sound angry, or disappointed, just curious.
"I mean, yeah, but he's worth it." I whispered. "I-I think I love him."
Louis gasped. "You do?"
I nodded shyly.
"You have to tell me about him!" Louis exclaimed, and I grinned.
Flashback:
(September 12th)
I entered my first class of the day, Law, with a slight frown on my face. It was 8:30 in the morning and I was tired. Let's be honest, I didn't want to be here. I sat down at the back of the lecture hall, and put my head in my hands with a small groan.
"Good morning, guys," a deep voice called out and my head shot up. In front of me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
His dark brown hair settled in soft waves around his structured face, and a small smile played about his thin lips.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
"Hannah Forester?" he called out, and a girl raised her hand, giggling.
"Um, Niall? Horan?"
I slowly raised my hand.
I watched as his eyes dragged up to mine. As they met, my breath hitched slightly at the smirk he wore.
"Niall Horan." he whispered it to himself, but I still heard it. Suddenly, I felt more awake then ever.
"Alright," he clapped his hands together. "I'm Professor Mendes, and I will be your Law teacher for this semester, and if you took Law 2, I'll be your teacher next semester as well. Since today is our first class, I thought we could just get to know each other a little bit. I can go first." He shrugged. "My full name is Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, I'm twenty-eight years old, and this is my second year teaching here."
A girl in the front row raised her hand. "Yes Jessica?" he smiled at her and she giggled.
"Are you single?"
Professor Mendes sighed, running his tattooed hand through his hair. "Yes, I am single. But I am also very gay, so..." he smiled slightly, glancing up at me.
Jessica groaned. "Why are all the hot ones gay?" she complained, and some people chuckled.
Professor Mendes shrugged. "Sorry love."
(September 15th)
It was the end of class and everyone was packing up to leave.
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Always You (L.S.) (Completed)
RomanceWhen Louis decides to text the boy he met at a party, he realizes that he gave him the wrong number. But is that really such a bad thing?
