One Direction Teacher Imagines

Niall Part 7

I wasn't in the best mood that Friday. Fridays are usually that day of the week that people celebrate; examples being the fabulous Katy Perry or the infamous Rebecca Black. The week may have been ending, but the events that came with it still happened. And I was still pissed.

My best friend ditched me for her boyfriend and Lexie. I cut myself so badly, it seemed to refuse to heal. The gross tasting frosting on this disaster of a cake was the incident with my music teacher, Mr. Horan. I know for a fact that I wasn't the only one doing the smooching.

I exchanged my books at my locker, shoving them in. I winced as the pain shot up my arm, causing me to drop one of my books. I realized it was my algebra book, and the razor was sticking out. I picked it up, took out the razor, and threw it into my locker, slamming it closed.

As I went down the stairs, I contemplated how I was going to act around (Y/F/N), and Mr Horan for that matter. Hopped up on negative energy, I knew exactly what I wanted to say to them. Thing is about planning these sorts of things out, is that I usually chicken out and become that sweet little girl I hide behind. I wasn't thinking about that, though, as I didn't bother waiting at the corner for her. I went straight to the pizzeria and got in line. (Y/F/N) actually showed up just as I was paying.

"Hey, I looked for you at the burger place!" she greeted, holding up the bag as proof.

"I went there yesterday," I said unenthusiastically, mentally preparing for my rant.

"Were you sick? I didn't see you yesterday." I looked at her in disgusted disbelief.

"No, actually, I wasn't."

"Oh. Well, you should sit at Lexie's table today!" I stared at her. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Why?" I asked, sounding a little rude, but I didn't care.

"Because I sit there." Oh, of course. 'Since when?' I wanted to say. Instead, that little sweet child came out of me.

"Sure," I said, my pitch going up an octave. She grinned, and started talking about something 'hilarious' that didn't give two shits about. My thoughts wandered to what happened with Mr Horan. The way his lips felt against mine. How heated it got. I didn't expect the kiss to happen, let alone get that intense. We entered the cafeteria with our food and sat down at Lexie's table.

"Hey, Lex," (Y/F/N) greeted. She gave her boyfriend a kiss and sat beside him. I sat next to her.

"Hi," I greeted awkwardly. No one replied to me. They started a conversation as I bit into my slice. And Mr Horan just changed his mind in the middle of it. Like, what the hell? You can't just do that to someone.

"Oh my God! What happened to your arm?" Lexie squealed. Everyone turned to me. My sleeve had went up, revealing the long scratches.

"Oh-I-I fell off my bike."

"You fell off your bike?" (Y/F/N) asked, unconvinced.

"Yeah. I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I told her.

"Okay..." I stood up and headed out the cafeteria. I went up the stairs, to my locker. I stared at it, thinking over what I was going to do. The razor was right in there. All I had to do was open it.

I put in the combination slowly. The lock clicked, and the door opened. I pulled out the razor carefully, and shut the locker. I quickly went up the hallway and turned to the auditorium. Mr Horan was in there, but I ignored him.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing?" he called. I went down the stage steps to the auditorium floor and went to the nearest garbage can. "(Y/N)! Drop the razor!" He jumped down from the stage and ran to me. He grabbed my arm.

I rolled my eyes as I held the razor over the trash can. He stared at me with those big blue eyes. The concern in his expression made me smile. His expression changed from protective to confused. I expected to be mad when I saw him, like I had been since he turned me down. He had ignored me the last couple days, pretended nothing happened. But the way he looked at me now, reminded me of why I kissed him in the first place. He helped me, without even realizing it.

I dropped the razor into the trash can.

"(Y/N), you..." He began to smile, chuckling to release the anxiety. "You threw it out."

"Because of you." He looked at me, his face blankly smiling, but confused. "You were my first kiss." His eyes doubled in size. I continued.

"Niall, I know what we did was wrong. You could get fired, and I could also get in a lot of trouble. But... when I put that razor to my skin, I thought of you, and I stopped. I just stopped; dropped the razor to the floor. You make me feel good. Fuck that, you make me feel incredible, and I don't want to lose that. I know you're not all that into dating-- especially with one of your students-- but I think we're worth trying out." I was practically grinning ear to ear, my eyes a little watery.

"Truth is..." he began, his cheeks warming to a raspberry red. "As horrible as it is... I like you, too. Like that." His smile shook. "I don't even know when it happened," he laughed. He took my hands. "I'm so happy you've stopped."

"Me, too." The moment was serious, heartfelt, totally movie worthy; I probably shouldn't have burst out into hysterical laughter. I held my stomach as I leaned over and giggled and laughed my head off. And not much later, Niall started laughing too.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked through laughter. I sniffled.

"I don't know." We just laughed until it hurt. When we stopped, we kind of just stared at each other for a couple seconds. I leaned in a kissed his nose, causing him to blush more.

"This is so wrong," he said. I nodded in agreement. "But I think we'll be okay." I grinned. He checked his watch. "I got a class to set up. You should probably go back to lunch. Don't want to be in my class on an empty stomach."

"Yeah. I'll see you then... then." I walked backwards until we were ten feet apart, then ran back to the cafeteria.