Study buddy

Be my bad boy

Louis was walking to his Physics class like every morning, and like every morning he was incredibly stressed. 

It's not like Louis was dumb, he just hated physics with a passion. He didn't hate his teacher though. 

His teacher, Mr.Styles was incredibly young (and admittedly very hot) for a teacher. Some times Louis wondered how someone could already have a teaching license by the age of 25, but Louis wasn't trying to think about that. 

He had more important things to think about. Like, for example, the fact that he was probably gonna fail his exam. And his Dad was gonna be mad.

He was gonna be REALLY mad.

Which meant that Louis would have to deal with a lot of bullshit once he got home. 

Like getting his door taking away, and his laptop, and his phone and the list goes on. Basically all of his personal belongings or the stuff that brings him joy.

Basically, his Dad was an asshole.

But again that didn't matter right now, it was gonna matter later if he failed his test.

So he had to focus.

 Which was gonna be hard considering that his best friend Niall sat next to him in physics.

Niall was the class clown, but somehow still got straight A's. And he didn't even cheat, he was just that blessed with intelligence.

Eventually, Louis got to his class and who else but his best buddy Niall was waiting for him.

"HEY WHATS U- oh damn mate, you look pretty bad, everything alright?" 

Louis just stared blankly in response. 

"Damn mate, I know this class is hard for you but I didn't know it was this bad" Niall tried to comfort Louis but it was to no avail.

"Niall, mate, let's just say I'm not pumped for this test. I do bad again I might fail the class and I already know my dad will beat my ass if I do" 

"Louis, maybe you should try talking to Mr. Styles once he gets here? Maybe he can help you, you know, not fail the test?"

"I don't think that's a good ide-" Louis tried to respond but he could get a word in before  Niall said "Oh pls Tomlinson, don't act like you don't get off thinking about Mr. Styles"

Niall might have said that last part a bit too loud because now the whole class was staring at him and Louis. Fuck. Good thing Mr. Styles wasn't there yet.

Speaking of the devil, the bell rang and Harlod E. Styles entered the classroom. 

As soon as he was at the door, the class went quiet. He had the class totally under control. He liked control.

"So, as you all know we have one of our quarterly exams today, so I hope that you all studied well", he then looked at Louis and added, "especially you Tomlinson". 

Louis face reddened in embarrassment as his best friend began to giggle.

"Alright, enough banter, time to start the test" 

Fuck. Louis was actually screwed. FUCK

Once Mr. Styles was done handing out papers to the front rows, he finally got to Louis row. He stopped in front of his table and whispered "Hey, I know you're struggling in this class, so come see me once school is over"

Oh fuck