Mr. Styles [ Larry Stylinson ]

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L O U I S :

                    "Bye guys..." Mr.Styles tried to greet the class but everyone has already stormed out. "Oh...kay," he awkwardly stares at the door as the last person leaves.

He turns to walk back to his desk but notices me still sitting in my desk. He jumps slightly, "Shit. You scared the crap outta me," he chuckles, holding his hand to his heart before sitting in his desk. I grin at the way he cussed. Who would've thought?

"Oops," I shrug, the grin still present on my lips.

After a minute passes of me just staring into space, thinking about absolutely nothing. My eyes scan the room and soon land onto Mr.Styles. His face specifically. I don't know what it was but something about him got me constantly starting, y'know, other than him being extremely beautiful.

My gaze goes down to his lips, admiring how perfect they look. So soft looking and pink and plump. His tongue comes out of his mouth, gliding across his lips, wetting it, before his teeth bite down on the bottom one. I find myself bitting down on mine too.

"Hi?" He says, grinning at me. I snap back from my dazed state, clearing my throat as if nothing happened.

"Why am I here Styles?" I groan.

"It's Mr.Styles to you," his grin grows bigger.

"Sorry. Styles," I roll my eyes.

"Cheeky one aren't you?"

"Annoying one aren't you?"

He just grins at me for a while before talking his glasses off and setting them down on the table. I choke on air when I see how much more beautiful he is now. His green eyes seem almost brighter than anything and they shine perfectly. The perfect green. Most beautiful I've ever seen if you'd asked me.

My mouth hangs open as I take in his appearance, "you've got such pretty eyes y'know..." I can't help but blurt out.

A smirk pulls on his lips, "Thank you," he smiles. "I wish I could say the same about yours though..." the grin is back.

"Hey!" I exclaim, shocked. "Rude," I try to hold back a chuckle.

"I was just kidding," he laughs.

"No! You hurt my feelings. My feelings out hurt," I overreact, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Drama Queen," he rolls his eyes, putting his glasses back on.

"No!" I lean forward, grabbing the glasses. "You look prettier without them," I pout, leaning back in my desk with the glasses in my hand. Mr.Styles' blushes as he looks down at his desk. I've noticed he does that a lot.

"So, how long have you been a teacher" I ask randomly, now extremely bored from this detection and I've still got long before I can go home.

"Uh... I only started this year... this is me kinda, um, 'trying it out'" he explains while putting air quotes around trying it out.

I nod slowly, "But you're so good though. How have you only started this year?"

He chuckles, "Thanks but like I said I'm just trying it out to see if it's my thing? If that makes sense?"

"Yeah. I get you," I smile, playing with his glasses in my hands but being careful not to break it.

"You like English?" He asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I do, I love it... but i just struggle sometimes," I explain while he nods, understanding.

"I um could... help you if your like? Like... tutor you?" He offers softly, cheeks pink.

I smile, feeling somewhat excited, "I... I'd actually like that. I would really appreciate it," I smile.

Mr.Styles' face seems to light up at my response, "really?"

"Yeah, I mean, what could go wrong? Besides me failing English?" I laugh.

"I'll make sure that won't happen," he smiles.

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Just a quick update xxx

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