TEACH ME// NARRY AU

2// Flirt with Mr Styles

AN: Wooohoo! I'll update this story once a week! More if I can!

'So what's your name?' the way too hot man, Mister Styles apparently, asked.

'Errr... Niall,' the boy said, still a little stunned. He was hot very fucking hot. Teachers aren't supposed to be this hot! Is that even allowed? Is that legal? Where did they find the guy anyways, in a fucking Calvin Klein shop?

'Well, Errr... Niall, you're late.'

At that point, Niall probably should have apologized, or at least just smiled at his teacher to show his regret, but he didn't do that. Niall was an internet person who grew up on Tumblr, which meant that there was only one language he really knew, and that was sarcasm.

Damn you, sarcastic remarks, for always finding a way into Niall's head.

'You don't say. I thought y'all were just sitting in this classroom together early for fun.'

The class giggled, and even though Niall literally hated every damn person in that hellish building, he was kind of thankful that they knew how to appreciate some sarcasm. Imagine if they weren't assholes, but actually nice people that were nice to each other.

Ewww. What a scary image.

'Mouthing off, too. Ain't that great,' Mr Styles said, his voice deep. It probably should have scared Niall, since Mr Styles was his teacher and all, but he honestly couldn't care less. He had stopped giving a fuck about school when he was like thirteen. What were they going to do, anyways? They couldn't hit him, that was illegal. And boohoo, detention. He had gotten used to that a long time ago

Mr Styles turned to his chest of drawers and took a stack of papers out. He searched through them for a while, until he pulled out a white sheet with the names of the students.

'Horan, am I correct?'

'You are.'

Mr Styles just smirked, not really showing any sort of reaction other than that. He wanted to show the students not to fuck with him, and that he was to be respected despite his young age. And this late fella seemed perfect for the job.

'Not to be rude or anything, but can I go to my seat? Class already started, so shouldn't you do some boring stuff anyways?' It might not have been the smartest idea to test this hot teacher on the first day of school, but then again, Niall wasn't really known to be the brightest of his age.

'Oh, no can do, Mister Horan. Not until you tell me what was so important that you chose to be late for my class.'

'Well, I didn't really choose to be late, I just lost track of time,' Niall objected. Once you start digging your own grave, you might as well dig a little deeper.

'Oh. So something was more interesting than getting to my class on time. Tell me, what was it?' Mr Styles asked, his voice kind of rough and demanding. Is a teacher supposed to sound like that? Hot as fuck? Niall didn't think so.

Niall just stood there, staring at the man in front of him for a while, speechless. What was he supposed to say anyways? My completely straight male friend wanted to give me hickeys on the first day of school so we were just doing that?

That sounded like a cheap excuse.

'I was a little... occupied,' Niall said, choosing his words carefully.

'Oh... Occupied,' Mr Styles repeated, walking over to Niall and looking him in the eyes. He then smirked, a light appearing in his eyes that Niall had never seen before. It wasn't a nice smirk, though. It was a 'I'm completely going to drag you down' smirk.