they don't know what you've done to my heart
10 parts Complete MatureStanding in the center of the gym, arms crossed and an intimidating look on his face, is Coach Styles. But Louis' stomach drops, because Coach Styles isn't just similar to Mr. Styles. He looks exactly like him.
Louis stares, dumbfounded, as Coach Styles surveys the room with a commanding presence. His dark brown hair is shorter and neater than Harry's, but it still has the same wave to it. His jawline is equally sharp, his build even broader, but it's the face-the face that's so identical to Mr. Styles'-that makes Louis' brain short-circuit.
"No," Louis mutters under his breath. "No way."
Jade looks at him curiously. "What's wrong with you?"
"That's-" Louis sputters, pointing at the man in the middle of the gym. "That's Harry Styles. It's him."
Jade raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Uh, no, genius. That's Coach Styles. And I hate to break it to you, but he's not your sultry psychology teacher."
"They're twins," Louis whispers harshly, as if saying it out loud might make it worse. "They're bloody twins."
Or, the one where Louis wants the Styles twins and the Styles twins want Louis but fate had to mess up and make them his teachers instead.