Read HE'S YOUR TEACHER AND YOU'RE IN LOVE from the story One Direction Preferences by Shawnxgilinsky (ok) with reads. preferences, harry, . Read He's your teacher but you're dating from the story One Direction Preferences by Kris_Almighty (Kris) with reads. harry, zayn, liam. Louis: You walk. Its so devilish having a crush on a teacher, but I couldn't resist. His pale “I'm having a party tonight, how about you come and be my date?” he whispers in my .
Well, a lot of a liar. It wasn't your fault that Mr. Malik was basically the hottest teacher ever.
It wasn't your fault you liked listening to him explain stories and seeing his hazel eyes light up. It wasn't your fault his eyelashes were so long and full and his lips so damn kissable. Maybe this attention wasn't one-sided You sit next to him by the desk, poring over Macbeth as he explains the main themes. You're not really listening though--he smells like smoke and mint and he's so close you can see each color in his eyes.
His dress shirt sleeves barely cover them. I was a bit distracted by your tattoos He smiles and rolls up his sleeve, tilting his arm so you can see. I have a lot more," he says softly, shutting the book and turning to face you. Tomlinson," you say, looking up from your script with a smile. Your drama teacher was certainly easy on the eyes.
Actually, he was more of a blessing for the eyes. A jawline that could cut metal, blue eyes the color of the ocean, biceps that were impossibly muscular, a voice that could make angels cry. You nuzzle your head on his shoulder.
He plays the movie, his favorite, Love Actually. You adjust the hood on your head and take another good look around the area to make sure nobody was following you. You were on your way to visit your boyfriend, Zayn.
Preferences & Imagines
Well at school he was Mr. Malik, but to you he was Zayn the man you were in love with. Ever since that day on the bus where he basically admitted the feelings were mutual, you two had been meeting up in secret to maintain a relationship.
He was so much better than smelly high school boys that were your own age.
Preference #62: He's your teacher, and you're secretly dating him (Request)
You stepped inside and the smell of cake flooded your nostrils. The door is closed and your jacket is off, hanging on the chair. He greets you with a sweet kiss before taking the warm pastry out of the oven. He takes the frosting out of the cabinet and takes a knife to spread over the surface of the delicious food. You take a knife and help him out. Once the cake is covered in chocolate frosting and ready to eat, he playfully takes a dip of frosting on his fingertip and plants it on your nose.
You make a face and put some on his nose too. He kisses your frosting off and you do the same for him. You two walk to his couch and he cuddles you in his arms. He kisses up your jawline and leaves a lasting kiss on your lips.
He was sure a romantic. Horan, but your relationship with him exceeded teacher-student so you were permitted to call him by his first name.
He laughs too as he staples papers around the room.
You had got ready for school an hour early and joined Niall in his classroom to spend some time with him. You always stayed after class to hang out with Louis, and no one really seemed to care. He glanced up at you and smiled. Instead of answering, you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
You stayed in the back of the classroom, hoping Niall wouldn't care that you were whispering with your friends while he taught the lesson. You two were pretty close--closer than everyone else thought--so you didn't think it really mattered. But things quickly changed when you heard him call your name. You looked up, blushing furiously. Your friends smirked at you, thinking you were in trouble.
Preference #30- He’s your teacher and you’re in love (part 2)
Honestly, you weren't sure if you were actually in trouble or if this was one of Niall's games. He seemed serious enough. So you followed him into the hallway, and he turned around to face you. He grinned and shook his head. Then he took your hand and looked around nervously before leading you around the corner where no one could see you. No offense, but you're boring," you joked. You had to admit, he was definitely a carefree mofo.
It was pretty obvious that every girl in your school was in love with Mr. They shamelessly flirted with him, but you didn't really mind. You knew Zayn was yours, and you were his. But since no one else knew about this, you had to be pretty secretive about it, which meant no flirting in class.
All of the girls giggled, including you. But you didn't want to answer the question, so you kept your head down and tried to avoid eye contact with him.