One Direction Teacher Imagines

Liam Part 7

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, my alarm shouting at me. It was Saturday. That meant no school, usually. When you get weekend detention, you go to school on the weekends and sit in a room you don't even want to be in during the school week let alone the weekend. Most teachers don't even let you do homework.

I wonder if Coach Payne was that type of teacher.

After that moment, when our... lips touched, I spent the rest of the day in shock. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see clearly. I couldn't think straight. The outside world became a blur. I barely remember how I got home. I think I walked alone, considering the text messages (Y/F/N) was sending me.

Hey (Y/N), where r u?

We're walking together

Right?

Are you with a teacher?

R u ok? Is ur phone off?

I checked the whole school where r u?

I can't find u! I'm in town where r u

Plz respond ur worrying me!

Is ur stomach acting up again? Call me!

Please?

There were many more where those came from. My fogged brain finally managed to register the screeching sound of the alarm clock by my bedside table and I hit the snooze button. I could barely move. I felt numb.

I knew I had to go to detention. I mentally punched all my health class mates in the face. Thanks a lot, dickheads. Now what was I going to do? I just might implode if I saw his face again. I was hoping to avoid him as long as possible. I'd break my leg if it was necessary. Which it probably wasn't...

I sat up and stared at my hands. 'I put my hand on the back of his head in hope of continuing, but he pulled away.' I shook away the thought and stood up. Just like everything else, changing and my bathroom routine was also muddy. All I could think about was kissing my gym teacher in the locker room. I knew I wanted to be with him, but now that I had the experience I realized how scary it was. It was wrong in every way, but I still liked it.

'"This never happened. You don't have to be bothered by me again. This will never happen again. I'm sorry, so sorry..."'

My parents were working, so I just left. I think that was the first day I didn't check my weight. I walked to the school and stopped at the entrance. Instinctively, I pulled a chunk of hair to my mouth for support.

"(Y/N)! Hey!" I looked to Kylie, who was also here for detention. I didn't respond, but acknowledged her call. "I just wanted to... apologize. I was such a bitch for saying all those things. Especially about your... situation. I'm glad you've stopped. Is your stomach better?" I nodded, surprised and at a loss for words. "That's good." I nodded again and continued into the building.

"Oh and," I turned back to her. "It was stupid of me to say Coach Payne was favoriting you. I know that's not true. I guess I was just jealous. I mean, he is the hottest guy in the school-- teacher or not." I was now at a loss for air, let alone words. Kylie was right the whole time, wasn't she? Why, why me though?

"Yeah... Let's go." I went inside, casually nodding at Kylie's comments. I didn't think I could do this. The good thing, though, is that I was so numb that I doubted I could feel the embarrassment of seeing his face. I couldn't be more wrong. I froze at the door.

"Don't worry about it. It's just two hours of silence and pranking the teacher. You'll be fine." I wasn't about to tell Kylie that that wasn't why I didn't want to go in, so I followed after her through the door.

It was just how I imagined detention to be. Bored and tired kids lined up at desks, staring at the clock.

"Girls, have a seat." My eyes darted to the fit figure at the blackboard. "You're about five minutes late, so the time will be added on to-- (Y/N)!" Everyone stared at him.

"Yes... Coach?" I squeaked. He looked around oddly at the students then stared back at me.

"Sorry to shout, I... I just didn't expect you to be here."

"It's class detention. Meaning the whole class, right?" A couple people laughed.

"Shut it, all of you." I didn't mean to embarrass him. "Kylie, sit down. (Y/N), if I could have a word with you. I better not hear a sound come from this room." Everyone nodded and groaned and I watched him exit the room. There was murmuring behind me as I followed.

He rushed to the locker rooms, which was across the hall from the health room. I walked in to see him pacing around.

"So... What did you want to talk about?" I asked innocently. It was probably better to just pretend nothing happened.

"I didn't think you were coming."

"It's class detention; I assumed--"

"Yeah, but you were the only one behaving in class. I guess I should have told you..." We awkwardly stared at each other, waiting for someone to say something.

"I'm sorry I--"

"Why did--" We laughed, realizing we were talking in unison. "Sorry, you go first--"

"No, you."

"Oh, um..." I looked down at my stomach, then back at him. "Sorry, I just... I need to know why you kissed me." He sighed.

"I don't know... I mean, I do know why I wanted to. But, to actually do it... I don't know." He sat on the shelf by the mirror.

"Why did you want to?" Coach Payne looked up at me and stared sweetly. I love his brown eyes, I love his cute smile that just made me want to smile, and I love his personality. I loved everything about him so far. It's been about a month since he's been a teacher here, and it was already like he was my childhood friend.

"This is probably really weird, but... my first day here, I thought you were cute." I smiled down at my feet, feeling my cheeks warm up. "I didn't think I should worry about it at first. Just thinking someone's cute isn't a crime, right? But then, as I spent more time with you... my attraction started getting out of hand. It all truly started after that health class... you were so kind and understanding. You're strong, and I admire that."

My smile grew at his description on things. I must've been red as a strawberry with a ridiculous smile on my face. He looked directly back at me and I immediately faced the floor.

"There you go again, being cute." I grinned and looked up at him.

"Coach, I--"

"But don't worry. I promise not to bother you again. I lost control, and made a mistake. A teacher should not kiss a student." My smile dropped. "It'll be like nothing happened. You don't have to stay for detention, but if you decide to that's fine." I stood in place, staring blankly ahead of me as Coach Payne started to exit the locker room.

"But..." He went behind me and I stopped him, grabbing his wrist. He froze and turned to face me. All in a flash, I pulled him to me and pressed my lips to his. I could tell he was shocked, but after a couple seconds his lips started to move with mine.

I imagined his eyes closing as he pulled my waist to his torso. My hands held the back of his head. We walked backwards, not really paying attention to anything but each other. He lifted me onto the table-shelf by the mirror and my hands moved down to his strong, broad shoulders. "Coach..." I moaned. He stopped.

"Don't call me that," he whispered. Still wanting to kiss him, my mouth hovered near his. "Right now, I'm not your teacher. I'm just Liam. Okay?" His heavy breathing proved he also didn't want to stop.

"Okay, okay," I answered quickly, getting back to the wonderful kissing part. I understood what he meant. Teachers shouldn't kiss their students.