#larry 5ever

Chapter 1 

Harry’s POV

”Hi class! I’m your new English teacher, Mr. Tomlinson”, my gaze is quickly turning from the dusty window to the man standing in front of the class.

“As you may know, Mr. Jones resigned last semester and I am his replacement”.

‘Look away Harry, you've been staring in to his eyes for too long now... Just look away, stupid brain... Too late... Fuck’.

Mr. Tomlinson turns his head to lock me straight in the eyes. His eyes are in the most beautiful blue color I've ever seen. I can feel my mouth drop, not a lot but enough for my new teacher to notice. Mr. Tomlinson smiles and slowly looks away

‘Great work brain, just perfect!’

The blue eyed man turns back and starts talking again, with the same gorgeous smile on his thin lips.

“You can ask me questions after I get to know your names”, he looks around the class room and his eyes stops at me, “let’s start with curly in the far back by the window, shall we?” he smiles and points at me. Curly? He gave me a nick name?! Don’t panic Harry; it’s just a nick name, nothing more. Just say your name!

“I... I’m Harry... Harry Styles” , he looks me in the eyes again, it’s not easy to talk when ‘Mr. I- am – so – beautiful – and – I – can – make – you – faint – with – one – small – look’ stares you right in your eyes and tears your whole soul open.

“That’s a beautiful name, Harry”, he voice is soft and so is his smile. My heart skips a beat, “Uh… Uhm... Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson”, I can feel my whole face turning red. ‘Fuck’

He smiles with the same small soft smile as before, “No problem, Harry. Did you know that Harry has the meaning of Army commander?”. ‘Really? He knew that? How?

“Uh… No Mr. Tomlinson, I didn't know that”, I lie, my mum always told me that when I was little and cried when my parents got divorced, so that I’d to stay strong. “Well, now you know”, he smiles and winks playfully at me. I think I might die from a heart attack from this.

He continues on with the rest of the class, though he doesn't talk as much with them as he did with me. I’m flattered.

Niall, my best mate since we were 9, pokes me on the shoulder. I quickly turn my face from the new hot teacher to face Niall.

“What is it Niall?” I whisper as I don’t want to disturb Mr. Tomlinson. “Do you like him?” Niall whispers back instantly with a joke looking smile.

What? How can he possibly know that I’m gay? I never told him that! I never told anyone that… Sure, I’ve never dated a girl, but still, it can’t be that obvious?

I laugh a bit to hide the fact that I’m panicking, “Wh… What are you talking about?” , I put on a fake smile  and hope for the best. “Do you think he’s a good teacher?” , Niall looks at me with a confused look on his face. I feel a huge relief as the knot in my throat disappears. “Oh, uh, yeah. He seems to be a good teacher, nothing like Mr. Jones, he was always so angry”, talk it away Harry, talk it away. Niall smiles and looks back up at the white board where Mr. Tomlinson stands. “You can ask me any questions, but try not to be so inappropriate”, he winks at the class and they giggle at his joke. Different questions come from all over the room in a blur. Mr. Tomlinson decides to put a stop to the mess and claps his hands to get the class’ attention. “Change of plans; let’s write down questions on a piece of paper instead and I’ll read them in front of you instead, okay? “.

I rip out a small piece of paper from my notebook and write ‘Sexuality?’ on it. I fold the paper and put it in the box on the table in the front of the class room.

I walk back to my seat and wait for the questions to be answered. “It seems like all of the questions have been handed in, so let’s begin!” Mr. Tomlinson grabs one of the notes and reads it out loud; “How old are you, you look very young for being a teacher?”, He smiles and looks around the class room. “I’m 25 years old, so yeah, I am quite young for being a teacher”.

He grabs another note from the box and reads it, his eyes grew a little bit bigger and he takes his hands up towards his brown hair and push it away from his face, “Sexuality?”, he takes a deep breath and looks around the class room to see any kind of reaction from the one who wrote the note. His eyes stops at me, I’m trying to look as neutral as possible, but I suppose the grin on my face ruins my plan.

He chuckles, rolls his eyes in a fun way and simply says; “Isn’t that quite obvious?”, and winks at the class. The class smiles and laughs quietly at his silly answer.

My eyes go from my desk down to his shoes, TOMS. I should have known

My eyes then travel to his trousers, black, skinny, up folded chinos. I didn’t even have to ask, did I?

He’s hot, beautiful, 25 years old and gay. Perfect!

“Okay, Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to pack up!”

I pack up and start walking towards the exit with Niall in front of me. This is our last lesson, I can’t wait to get home. I’m so tired and exhausted from having to hide my feelings for that hot bastard that I got for teacher. It’s so frustrating!

“I’ll see you tomorrow, class”, he says and waves the class out of the class room. “Oh, Harry” – My body is frozen, I can’t move, I just stands there, frozen, in the door way – “could you stay? I need to talk to you”.

Niall turns his head and looks at me with the ‘oh shit, you’re in so much trouble’ look, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Curly”, he says and laughs. “Shut up, Niall”, I mumble under my breath.

  I squeeze my eyes shut as I turn around in what feels like slow motion.

“Yes…?”, I look at my English teacher with a smile that makes my teeth and dimples show. He stands 2 meters in front of me with his arms crossed, one of his eyebrows are raised and a smirk on his face. He is quite a lot shorter than me, I haven’t thought of that before. “Sexuality?” – My face was turning red by the second, I look down at the floor – “really, Styles? That curious?”, he says and looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I just stand there, looking at the floor, red as a tomato with an awkward smile on my face.  This is quite amusing.

I looked up at my English teacher as I feel my face turning slightly normal. “I just had to know”, my voice is raspy and my awkward smile turns into a smirk as I see Mr.Tomlinson’s reaction to my answer. He is leaning towards the white board, he’s blushing, “You do realize that I could see how you looked at me… right?”.

It couldn’t have been that obvious, could it? Just play it cool.

“Well, Mr. Tomlinson, if you think it’s so obvious, why don’t you tell me how I looked at you?”, my raspy voice makes the beautiful creature in front of me look hypnotized. Mr. Tomlinson push away from the white board and stands back up straight. He clears his throat and walks to the far back of the class room.   I’m still turned towards the white board as Mr. Tomlinson starts talking behind me. I turn around to see him sitting on the place where I usually sit.  His hands are resting on the table and on his face he has a teasing smirk.

I can’t move again, I just stand there, in the front of the class room looking at my teacher while he is sitting by the table with that damn smirk on his lips. I just want to go there and kiss him. I want to kiss his soft, pink lips. I want him so bad, my whole body wants him. I need him. I feel my all ready tight trousers getting tighter and I get harder by the second. Do something! Stupid body, stupid feelings, stupid hot teacher. Harry, do something!

Mr. Tomlinson’s smile gets even wider when he sees what was happening to me.

He is still sitting by the table as he looks me in straight in the eyes and says;” I know you want me”.

I gasp for air and squeeze my eyes shut. “I… I have to go!”, I take one last look at the beautiful creature sitting by the table in the far back by the window. I’m running out the class room doors and out in the corridor. I pass Mrs. Bridge and ignore her yelling for me to slow down. I keep running until I exit the school doors and entered the August rain. I slow down, look back to the school.

I can’t come back here. I just can’t.

© Matilda Roslund ♥ HiTuvaMatilda

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