“Truth be told,” he pauses, stares at each of his students for one wistful moment, “I never wanted to be a teacher.” he smirks, watches his student’s eyebrows raise and knows he’s got their full attention now, “I never did, swear to god.” A smirk takes over his features, “But I always wanted to fuck a student into the hard, cold wooden desks in a class room.”
OR the teacher/student AU, in which Louis not only is a teacher, he's also a big ass pervert. Who's got a dirty mouth... and Harry happens to have a perky little and so so inviting buttock.
@LilSan14 asked me to write a story where Harry meets Louis often on a train and falls in love with him from the way he acts, the books he reads, and what he writes.
Well, I must have been tired as hell when I read that because I switched it up. She's okay with that. ❤
Louis likes to observe. Beautiful things. Lately, that's a stranger on the train. He's absolutely fascinated by the man. He would dream to talk to him. He doesn't do that. He doesn't talk to anyone.
This story is written as Louis' inner dialogue. The things he thinks, and how he thinks it. You know what I mean when you read it. ❤
Purely fictional, some light smut warning.