Niall Horan Imagines

Love Lesson

You could hear Niall's breaths as you pushed him against the wall, attacking him with hungry kisses. He moaned quietly against your mouth, letting his hands freely roam your skin. There was a kind of rush in making out with him, but especially now. You were desperately pressed to the side of the school building, where anyone could catch you and you'd both be in trouble. You'd probably get suspended or something, and Niall would definitely lose his job. But it was all worth the risk, because all day, there'd been a tension building between the two of you and you were at the point where you'd do anything for relief. 

Those naughty little smirks he'd send you while you were in his classroom - and then the knowing grin that would follow, while watching you struggle in your assigned seat. Sometimes he'd lean in and pretend like he was whispering something about your grade, when really he was enlightening you on all the things he wished he could do right there in front of your fellow students. It was the same carnival ride everyday, in which you'd walk into Mr. Horan's classroom without an issue, and walk out a flustered mess. Today, however, you couldn't control yourself. You waited outside for your teacher, instead of meeting him at his house like you usually did after school. The school was nearly empty by now, as all the students rushed to get out as soon as the bell rang. But other teachers and principals were still in the building, and any one of them could walk by at any second and catch a teacher in the act of making out with one of his students.

Forcing himself away from you, because he could hardly breathe, Niall breathlessly mumbled, "Why're you still here?" He ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his head back against the brick building, trying to catch his breath.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" You teased in your most innocent voice, nibbling on your lip. You were standing in your uniform, because the school now required them, which consisted of a blue skirt and a white top with a few buttons down the front. You had already unfastened the first few buttons of your blouse, acting as a little teaser for your favorite English teacher.

He groaned and licked his lips, growling, "That damn uniform."

You giggled innocently and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of his heavenly cologne. "What about it, Mr. Horan?" You squeaked, knowing your words would go far. Though he preferred for you to call him Niall outside of school, you knew he still got a thrill out of hearing you call him by 'Mr. Horan,' like all his other students did.

"It gets me every time," He admitted, dragging his finger down your front in a teasing manner. His eyes flickered up to meet yours and he said, "You know, we really shouldn't be out here like this. Someone could see us."

You leaned on the tips of your toes to whisper into his ear, "Then take me home, baby." You finished by gently nibbling on Niall's earlobe, earning a throaty groan from him. He didn't hesitate to peel himself from the wall. Your arms slipped from around his neck and you stepped aside, letting him fold his hand around yours while he led the way to where his car was parked. You heard the horn beep as Niall unlocked his car with a remote. He threw his bag into the backseat, closing that door rather forcefully, before sliding into the driver's seat. He then slammed that door, too, and shoved his key into the ignition. The car started with a roar and he smirked a little. 

By this point, you had your parents convinced that you were staying after school everyday to get some tutoring from Mr. Horan. They had endless questions about the situation at first, but thankfully, you succeeded and they never brought it up again. You were always expected to be home no later than two hours after school, so even when you and Niall did hang out at his house, you always had to leave within reason, as to not make your family suspicious. The whole relationship was dangerous in every way, and for whatever reason, that only seemed to excite you and Niall even more. Knowing that you had these secrets, and these boundaries, came as such a thrill to both of you.

When his car was finally parked in his garage, Niall pressed a button to close the garage door and stepped out, hurrying around to your side to open your door for you. Among everything else, Mr. Horan was a gentleman. You smiled thankfully at him and pulled your skirt down as Niall pushed your door shut. He led you inside his house, which smelled of the Mountain Lodge candle he often burned. You slipped out of your shoes and let your book bag drop to the floor with a loud thud. He placed his keys in a bowl on the counter, and set his stuff down on a table. He turned to face you, placing his hands on his hips. He looked so good in the dim lighting of his home. His hair was a bit disheveled, from both his hands and yours. His tie was crooked, and his face was reddened from all the frustration. 

"(Y/N), why do you still do this with me? Come back to my house and then lie to your parents about where you've been," He wondered, leaning against a chair.

"Because I really like you," You admitted, smiling almost shyly.

Niall's lips turned up into a grin, as well, and he started, "That's good, because I really want to-"

But his voice was interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone. He stopped talking and felt around himself for his phone, only to confirm that it was in his bag. He shuffled through it, shoving papers aside, before he spotted his phone all the way at the bottom. He managed to answer it just before it clicked over to his voicemail.

"Hello?" He happily chirped, sending you a playful wink. You smiled as he turned away, placing one hand on his hip while the other held his phone to his ear. "Um, yeah. She's... she's with me." You perked up at this, your eyes widening. Niall was avoiding your gaze. "N-no. I'm at home now, sir," Niall explained to, whom you assumed to be, the leading principal of the school. There was a pause on the line and Niall took this opportunity to cover the microphone with his hand, whispering to you in a panicked voice, "Your parents called the school and they're looking for you."

**Gonna end this part right here because I like the suspense ;) I'll for sure be writing a second part for this imagine, but probably no more than that. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!**