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He is your teacher part 2

Zayn: You waited in the classroom, anxious for Mr. Malik’s return but when he hadn’t returned and the hour was over, you left. You figured that the fight he’d gone to break up was being handled by him. It was the next day when you arrived in the classroom before any other students. He was sitting on the edge of his desk, flipping through the pages of a book, glancing at notes he’d written there. “Hey, um about detention, do I have to make it up since you weren’t hardly there or am I free?” He closed the book and looked up at you. “Uh, sure, make it up after the last bell.” A few other students soon filed in and you went to your seat. Time flew by as you waited patiently for the chance to be alone with him again, but when you walked in there was another student in there too. You were internally groaning at the other human being’s presence in the room until Mr. Malik finally told the kid to go take some paper to the copy room and make 130 copies of it. That gave him plenty of time to come over to your desk and pull you up so that finally, at last you could finish that kiss that you started the day before. 

Louis: As soon as he kissed you, you pushed him away. “Ew! You’re my teacher. Yeah, you’re hot, but your still my teacher and like, what, twenty-five or something?” He took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine, suit yourself.” And with that he left the room, leaving you to think about the kiss. With twenty minutes left in the detention, he returned, idly wandering around the drama room and picking up props and putting them somewhere else. After three minutes of that, you got fed up with it, marching over to stand right in front of him and taking the prop out of his hands. “Alright, Mr. Tomlinson, you’re my teacher. My drama teacher, so you’re supposed to help me with my acting and stuff, right?” He nodded, so you continued. “Well, in this play we’re putting on now, I realize that I have a kissing scene, but I’m not quite sure how to act that all the way out. Do you think you could help me?” He smirked and grabbed a script, skipping ahead to the scene that you ‘needed help with.’ Both of you acted the scene out as if you were actually on the stage and when it got to the kiss, he licked his lips, eyes focused on your tongue as you wet your lips. And then his lips crashed against yours, fingers wrapping in your hair, and he was pushing you back until you hit a wall, kissing you so passionately that every time you saw him for the next two weeks you could feel his stubble scratching your face and his lips on yours.

Niall: You loved him too. Over the rest of the time that you were in school, you kept the relationship between you appropriate. It was just talking and him comforting you when things got to be too rough and it never left the school building. But as soon as you graduated, you were out of that town, leaping away to a much bigger city and leaving him behind. You didn’t realize how much you would miss him until the first wave of bad days hit you and you wanted nothing more to curl up on that comfy chair that he had in his classroom and tell him all about your day. So you pulled out your phone and called the phone number he’d given you to call if anything was ever wrong. He answered on the second ring, his voice sleepy but alert and you realized it was one o’clock in the morning. “Y/N, are you okay?” “Yeah, I just needed to talk to you. I was missing your voice.” He sighed in relief, but you weren’t done talking. “Can you come visit me?” You asked quietly. It was an hour drive to your new apartment from your old house, so you figured he would say no, but the other end of the line was just the sound of him fumbling around his room, pulling on shoes and grabbing his keys. “Give me the address and I’ll be there soon.” Sadly, the drive was a long one and you started to fall asleep before he got there, so he was waking you up at almost two thirty in the morning. But when you opened the door you fell into his arms, walking backwards inside and shutting the door behind him. “Come sleep with me. Just sleep, Mr. Horan. No naughty things.” He laughed and brushed your hair behind your ear, “I think it’s time that you call me by my first name. Niall, Y/N. I’m just Niall.” You tugged him down onto your bed, fitting your bodies together perfectly, and you looked up into his eyes, feeling his lips so close to yours. “You’re so much more than ‘just Niall’” And with that said you leaned up and kissed him.

Harry: Three weeks after the professions of love from both of you, were sitting in his classroom, for once not having sex in the detention time because you told him that you needed to talk. He was sat down across from you, fingers buried deeply in his hair as you told him “I’m pregnant.” He couldn’t understand how. He’d been so careful with a condom everytime. He wanted to ask if you were sure that it was his, but he just knew that you hadn’t been with anyone else. “You’re going to tell your parents aren’t you? I’m going to get fired?” As soon as you would tell your parents, surely they would report it to the school and he would be fired for having relations with a student. “Harry, no. I’m not going to do that. I’m going to go take care of this. I’m too young to start having kids yet anyway. I just wanted to let you know before I went and got it done.” He frowned and tangled his fingers with yours. “But that’s our baby.” His eyes lowered to your stomach, not that there were any changes in it’s size. “I know, and one day I hope that we’ll be able to start a real family. But we can’t do it now when I’m still in school and you’re still my teacher. We’ll do it when it’s legal. I love you, Harry. I won’t let you get fired for me.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to yours, not wanting this to be the final decision, but knowing that he wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

Liam: The rest of the school trip, the other teachers let Mr. Payne keep a very close eye on you. Especially when you acted up and got thrown out of a very boring museum that you were stuck touring for five hours. It was barely twenty minutes into it when you’d taken a picture using flash photography and you’d touched several artifacts. The guide finally told the head teacher in charge that you needed to go because you were breaking all the rules. Liam volunteered to supervise you back at the hotel while the rest of the class finished the last four and a half hours of the tour. Once you got back to the hotel, he took you back to his room, and no sooner had the door shut than he had you pressed against it, his lips attacking yours, and his hands slipping under your shirt. Frequently over the week that followed, you would get sent to ‘detention’ which involved you and ‘Mr. Payne’ rolling around the bed in his hotel room.