One Direction Teacher Imagines

Harry Part 4

"I can't hang out today." (Y/F/N) explained once we finished unpacking our lockers. "I have swim practice."

 

"Oh, okay," I responded, a bit disappointed since she was usually my ride home, and now I would have to wait longer for my mom to pick me up when she got out of work.

 

"Do you have somewhere to go?" she asked, obviously feeling bad. I thought about places I could spend my afternoon. I came to a conclusion.

 

"Yeah," I answered. "I have somewhere to go." She smiled, hugging me. "Seeya,"

 

"See ya." She ran off to her car as I looked around. I guess I was going with my previous plan. My feet carried me up to the second floor and I made my way down to the familiar classroom. I peeked through the door into a classroom full of girls in detention. Of course. Mr. Styles was in his usual spot in the front of the room. I opened the door slowly, a few heads turning my way.

 

I stepped in and the door closed loudly behind me, causing me to cringe, and Mr. Styles to look up from whatever it was that he was looking at.

 

"(Y/N)?" he asked, looking confused. "You don't have to come for detention today."

 

"I kn--" I began loudly, then dropped my voice to a whisper, making my way to his desk. "I know," I said again, quietly. "But I have nowhere to go and I was wondering if you have anything else I could staple for you." Mr. Styles sent me a lopsided grin, standing up and adjusting his grey sweater.

 

"I'm sure we can find you something." he said, opening the closet with his key and searching through it. I fumbled awkwardly with the lining of my shirt as I waited for him to find something. "Aha!" he finally spoke. He pulled out a giant pile of papers, bringing it over to the desk. "These are for two weeks from now, but I see no reason not to get a head start." I smiled, sitting in the same seat as last week across from Mr. Styles chair.

 

"Thanks for um, letting me help you," I said, trying to think of a normal way to phrase it. He laughed slightly at me.

 

"Of course. I'm flattered you decided to come back and help, still managing to do your homework." I looked around at all the girls, gawking at Mr. Styles who pretended not to notice the creepy looks.

 

"Yeah, that kind of sucks." He cocked his head. "You know, everyone not doing their work. They must really like your detentions." He shrugged and I began stapling the sheets as slowly as possible, hoping to make time pass slowly so I wouldn't end up with nowhere to go.

 

We sort of sat in silence, me stapling and him probably grading as the girls continued to stare, a few sending me the stink eye. I tried to ignore them and focus on the papers, and every once and a while Mr. Styles. I would look up and he would be frowning down at the papers, mouth moved to one side. He looked very into whatever it was he was doing. The thinking face was well... for lack of a better term... pretty cute. I ignored the weird thought, continuing to push the staples through the relatively dense piles of paper. It seemed like a while before Mr. Styles spoke again.

 

"Your stapling skills are impressive," he commented, looking up momentarily from the papers that interested him so much. I laughed a little, stapling another pile.

 

"Thanks. I take great pride in my aptitude for stapling." He chuckled.

 

"I expect you'll be back, to help me again that is." he suggested. I shrugged.

 

"Maybe. This beats waiting outside for hours for my mom to pick me up." If only I lived within waking distance.

 

"Wonderful!" I really did want to come back. Mr. Styles was decent for a teacher. He beat Ms. Gerard any day.

 

"Mr. Styles!" one of the girls squealed, running up to the front. "I was just working on some homework, and I was wondering if you could explain this question to me." The rest of the girls watched her with anger, jealousy and a bit of admiration. He frowned slightly as she handed him her sheet, biting her lip at him. I tried to hold back laughter at Mr. Styles' slightly creeped out expression.

 

"Oh, well, Laura, you answered almost this exact question perfectly fine today in class, remember?" She giggled.

 

"Oh, right. Could you explain it again, anyway? You know, just so I know how to do it again." Mr. Styles pursed his lips, leaning of the paper.

 

"We'll you have to multiply the variable to find..." I blocked them out, not necessarily I interested in math talk after school. I went back to my stapling, which was going relatively fast. I purposely messed up a few times so it would take just a little longer.

 

"Ohh... I get it now! Thanks Mr. Styles!"

 

"No problem, Laura. Please sit down, though." She grinned, shuffling back to her friends as they all began whispering and squealing rather loudly to each other. I looked at Mr. Styles, who was watching them.

 

"Do you, like, notice what's going on?" I asked him, receiving a chuckle.

 

"(Y/N), I believe anyone with functioning eyes, ears, and a brain could tell what's going on." He chuckled again, a bit bitterly but also slightly amused.

 

"I'm sorry that everyone is like, so... hormonal." I received a genuine laugh this time, showing off his dimples.

 

"Thank you for that.  But not everyone here is hormonal." I cocked my head. "You aren't." I nodded, smiling a little.

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