#teacherxreader

Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…

◇There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.◇

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, drinking, age gap, Sexual themes, angst.

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You’re a high school teacher and Harry comes in one day with your little 2 year old daughter on his his hip because you forgot your laptop at home. Enjoy!

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You arrived a school later than usual, you mostly blame it on the late night you had trying to put your fussy two year old to bed. No matter what you or Harry did, she was absolutely upset over something. Eventually all the crying had tired her out and put her to sleep.

You got up this morning with soft butterfly kisses being pressed all over your face. “Wake up Baby, you slept through your alarm” Harry whispered. You had jolted awake only to realize your alarm had gone off 20 minutes ago and you hadn’t heard a thing. With the help of Harry you had put yourself together and rushed out the house with a parting kiss on your daughters cheek and a kiss on the lips to Harry. “See you later, love” he had called as you rushed down the path towards your car. With your purse hanging off the crook of your elbow you thought you had everything you needed.

With five minutes to spare you walked into your classroom and set your purse down on your desk and plopped into your seat, waiting for the bell to chime and your students to flow into the classroom, hopefully prepared for their pop quiz on the history of the civil war. You stacked the test papers right as the bell chimed.

Your high school students filled the classroom as the last ringing of the bell subsided. “Alright everyone, today we are going to be doing a little quiz to recap the learning we have done in the previous unit” the whole class collectively groaned, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their anguish at the mention of a test.

“Hey now, it won’t be that bad. And all of you have done well on your work for these past weeks. Plus, this quiz won’t be worth loads of points so don’t take this too seriously yea?” You smiled, and roamed your eyes over your class as most of them breathed sighs of relief.

“Angela, can you please help me pass out the test papers?” You asked to a student sitting near the front row. She bobbed her head and came up the your desk to grab half the stack of papers. You both made quick work of passing out the tests and before you knew it all that could be heard were the scratching of pencils on paper.

You looked into your purse, hoping to find your computer to prepare for the mini lecture you’d be giving your next class when you realized it was no where in your purse. “Damnit” you muttered until your breath as you sat back down at your desk. As if on cue there was a light knocking on the door to your classroom.

“Come in” You called, not taking your head up from your paper, which you were using the hastily write down as much as you could remember from the lecture you had prepared on your computer.

The students heads peered up from their papers in wonderment as a lanky figure entered the room, one arm secured around a toddler while the other held your computer.

You pulled your eyes off your paper only to see Harry stood in the doorway holding your laptop and a smirk displayed prominently on his features.

“Looks like you may have forgotten something at home, love” he said as he walked over to your desk, setting the computer down and placing a gently kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks H, I must’ve forgotten it when I rushed out this morning” you chuckled.

You couldn’t help but notice a faint murmuring in the room, only to turn your eyes back at your students. Some of them were talking amongst themselves, while others were discreetly giggling at Harry.

Another student of yours, Mia, raised her hand. You nodded your head towards her.

“No offense Mrs Styles, but your never told us your husband was.. for lack of better words, a hunk” she laughed along with the rest of the class as they all looked at Harry. You laughed along with them as you notice him grinning sheepishly and wrapping both his arms around your little daughter, still cradled in his arms with her head rested on his chest.

You shrugged your shoulders “I guess the topic never came up” You laughed again. Just then your daughter piped up.

“Mumma!” She whisper-shouted, hoping to catch your attention. Everyone in the room looked at her.

“Yes baby?” You asked, scooping her from Harry’s arms.

“Who are all these people?” She asked, big green eyes looking at everyone in the room. You could hear little “aww”s and coos coming from everyone in the room.

You glanced up before looking back down at your daughter, ruffling her chocolatey curls. “These are my students, I come and teach them everyday” you said. She nodded her head before making grabby hands towards Harry, to which he immediately took her back into his arms.

“Ok love, I’ve got to get back to the studio now, you know how strict Jeff can be” He said chuckling as he leaned in to place a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Don’t I know it” You laughed as he pulled away.

“Alright princess, tell everyone goodbye” Harry cooed at your daughter. He tickled her a bit so she would look towards everyone.

“Bye bye!” She said, giggling as she buried her head into the crook of her dads neck. Harry chuckled at her cute reaction, and he looked like he was just about to melt.

“Bye everyone! Sorry for being a distraction” He called as he made his way towards the door. Everyone in your class said their goodbyes as Harry pulled the door open. “Bye Love” he said before walking out the door and shutting it gently behind him.

You watched him go before focusing your eyes back on your class. Everyone looked at you with goofy smiled on their faces. “What?” You asked smiling.

“He needs to come in more often, and bring your adorable daughter with him!” Cody said.

“Definitely! God she was so cute!” Another student chimed in.

“And he was soooo hot” Someone else added.

“Ok, ok everyone settle down” you said. You watched as all the conversations died among your students. “I’m glad that you all liked him but you all still have tests to do!” You laughed.

Hpe teacher x student <part 1>

• New start to the school year and I was excited for it. Not for the work but for my friends and a few of the teachers. Or should I suck it up and admit that it’s only one.

• You see, last year I would always joke around and say that a particular teacher was good looking, or maybe I said hot. Anyways, my school has just over 900 kids and I heard that when this teacher arrived, some of the girls started to develop crushes, and the problem is, the bloody guys clueless. Well I think he is.

•I walked into school with a positive attitude and ready to see all my friends. I found the first one, Kate. Kate’s been friends with me for about a year and she was probably one of my most important friends. I thought for sure that she would unfriend me after all the things I said about the guy but no, she was still sitting there, smiling like always.

• “wow, you look different” was my greeting. “Can’t say the same” was my greeting, followed by a joking face. “very funny, anyways how was Christmas holidays?” She asked. “Yeah it was good, I even started to miss school a tiny bit” I replied, surprisingly admitting. “Yeah I think everyone does after a while” she nodded.

•here I was in maths, waiting for that unfamiliar sound to ring. The bell rang finally and I made my way down to the subject I always wanted to start doing. Hpe extension.

•I walked down the terraces, hoping to see some familiar faces. So far I could only see two. When I made it on the oval - where we were supposed to meet- I walked over to the familiar faces - Talisha and heather (NOT MY FRIENDS ACTUAL NAMES)-.

•”how long have you guys been waiting here for?” I asked. “Ten minutes” heather calculated. “I wonder who we have, hopefully it’s not some cranky old teacher, because I know we have some of them” I hoped.

•it was true, if we got an old teacher we would barely get any practical side of the unit.

•A group of boys grabbed their football and started to pass it around. I knew they were going to get yelled at if they started a proper game.

•”pass the ball you idiot-

•”that’s enough, thanks boys” shouted a guy at the top of terraces.

•the sunlight beamed down at the small figure. As soon as the sunlight faded I watched carefully what the man looked like.

•holy crap, there he was, the man I had been trying to get out my head. The man that I had explicitly told my brain to finally get over. The man I had to stop talking about. There he was. Standing on top of the terraces, looking down at his class, scanning and analysing each and every student carefully.

•the man I’d tried to get out of my head, was now teaching my class.

•His eyes were covered by black sunglasses and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt -the same material as a fishing shirt- (actually I’m pretty sure it was a fishing shirt) just like almost every other day the year before. He was wearing shorts that just cut above his knees and black socks with stripes on the top (RVCA union socks) and kind of old Adidas shoes.

•his hair was dirty blonde and parted just like the curtain hairstyle, except it was natural. I realised that I maybe took a bit too much attention and that’s why I knew what he looked like. That definitely was a bad thing.

•I snapped out of my daydream and looked at the guy, who was now coming down the stairs. “Sir do we have you” talisha asked. “You got it right” he gave a tiny smile, which sadly didn’t show off his teeth. “Unless you don’t want me to be” he backed away slowly. “no, no sir stay, stay” Talisha said quickly. “Well that’s good, because I’m here to stay” he answered.

•”so we do have you?” some guy asked. The teacher looked up from his clipboard and nodded. “Wait so your our HPX teacher?” Another person asked still obviously confused. “Yes, for prac and theory. 4 times a week” the teacher informed.

• “So you won’t leave us” I stupidly asked. “Now why would i do that” he asked, his head tilting as if he was confused. “Well I don’t know. Probably because- well I don’t know, just wanted to know if you wouldn’t miss a lesson” I explained - that sounded very suspicious -. “No, ha ha. I hope not” he said, laughing which showed off his straight white teeth.

•”now you guys are starting to confuse me. So, no more questions and let me explain really quick. My name is Mr Simpson and I am your teacher for hpx this year. Now I’ve only taught like, a few of you, because I can memorise faces from last year. And I definitely know that I haven’t been anyone’s all year round, one subject teacher in this class. I’ve only ever been a substitute for a few of you guys.” he explained, telling us a tiny introduction about who he was. Well I already knew what his name was but I guess a few of these guys were confused.

•”now lets try and start this term off fresh and fun.”