Harry Styles was a schoolboy. That's all he was. A senior. Just like any other student. And yet, Louis Tomlinson, the teacher's assistant, couldn't seem to get the certain curly haired student out of his mind. He knew his interest in Harry was extremely inappropriate but who could resist those gorgeous eyes and charming smirk? Louis should be able to. He needs to be able to. But every time Harry enters the classroom, Louis becomes trapped again.

But let's take this infatuation back to the beginning…

March. 18th- Just an ordinary Thursday at school, until Mr. Tomlinson enters the picture

Harry trampled into the classroom, boisterous as ever, trailing behind two troublemaker friends: Naill Horan and Zayn Malik. The trio had been friends forever; they were totally inseparable. Zayn was the 'bad boy' known for sneaking out between classes to smoke a cigarette, Niall was the 'class clown' who was never seen without a smile upon his lips and last but not least was Harry, the formerly sensitive and shy boy turned prankster. It was a rumor that Harry was a closeted genius and had skipped a grade a couple years back but no one could prove it now, Harry's dreadful report card was evidence enough of that.

Mr. Sanders sat at his desk, massaging his temples, as the slew of students entered his teaching area. It exhausted him daily how disrespectful his pupils had become over the last couple years. No doubt that this was a product of how teens were being portrayed in today's media: forever the rebel! And this theory meant one thing, your teacher wasn't your helpful friend anymore, he was your sworn enemy. He had been teaching for thirty years and he had never seen such displays of hooliganism, pranks and downright stupidity that he had seen this past year.

This particular class left much to be desired with Niall, Zayn and Harry in it. They seemed to be the creators of the madness that had spread across the school lately. Daily, they were the prime example of what Mr. Sanders loathed about his present students. He was a teacher of English and none of them to have any real respect for speaking the English language, nor for reading it. The essays the troublesome trio (as he liked to refer to them) were borderline obscene. Students these days liked to integrate things like 'ya, know, man?', 'bat-shit crazy' and other sequences of words that had no literary value to Mr. Sanders.

When he had received the offer to have a 'student teacher' or 'teacher's assistant' volunteer in his classroom, he accepted immediately. A fresh face might finally get the students to pay some attention to his class, and it also meant less marking for him to do at the end of the day. He had sorted through a bevy of applications and one immediately stood out him: Louis Tomlinson. The boy was only twenty-one and had already completed three novels and two plays and was currently in university to become an English teacher. It gave Mr. Sanders some hope still for the generation. He contacted Louis immediately and arranged for Louis to come into the classroom the following Thursday during D-block. He anticipated Louis would be the perfect match for his unruly class with the troublesome trio.

Once the class was settled and the bell had rung, there was light knock on the door. The students' attention quickly turns to the door and whispers begin to speculate who might be behind it.

The principal?... A parent?...

"Maybe it's the police, come to take Zayn away for his unhealthy addiction to cigarettes!" Harry called out, garishly.

Mr. Sanders simply rolled his eyes at the outburst, while the rest of the class giggled and laughed. But the silence returned as another knock sounded on the door.

Mr. Sanders chuckled at how well Louis already captivated the class better than he ever had. He sauntered over to the door, letting the class dance with anticipation before swung it open.

Mr. Sanders smiled brightly at the young writer turned teacher's assistant as Louis smiled back at his new mentor. He was nervous as hell, Mr. Sanders could tell, but maybe that would serve him well in terms of energy. Louis presented himself modestly, well dressed but in muted colors and with a smart pair of glasses. The only thing that truly revealed his youth was his shaggy hair that Mr. Sanders couldn't help but smirk at. It kept his boyishness about him, which would serve him positively, as well. He was the pure definition of 'cool teacher'.

Mr. Sanders welcomed Louis into the classroom with a wave of his arm. That's when Harry saw Louis for the first time, and his heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Harry was automatically shocked at his reaction. He was the ladies man of the school, always had been, so why was this perfect stranger stirring something inside of him? He heard several girls begin to gush about how 'sexy' and 'quietly handsome' the intruder was. Maybe that was just it. Harry didn't like a rival. He was just being protective of his player status. The girls of the school were his, not whoever this new student was.

"Who's the frickin' bookworm?" Zayn asked, nudging Harry in the ribs.

"Dunno. But he sure looks like a pansy." Harry wasn't discrete about his answer for a reason. He wanted a reaction for the new guy and he got one when the guy almost tripped on his own feet at what he had heard.

"Perfect, he's clumsy too." Harry taunted obnoxiously, but halfway through the sentence, he faltered. He was glad that the class's reaction covered his dispassionate tone.

The guy looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled. After Harry had basically outwardly made fun of him, he had a stupid smile on his face. Something flickered inside Harry that he decided to call hatred because he was afraid of what the guy was kicking up in him.

What the hell is going on with me?, Harry thought.

All he wanted to do was smile along with the stupid guy at the front of the class but instead he decided to pretend to ignore his presence by doing a deep analysis of his desk surface. This was the only way he could hide the fierce red that lingered presently on his cheeks.

"This, class, is Mr. Louis Tomlinson. He is your new teacher's assistant. I hope that you give him the same attention and respect that you give to me." Mr. Sanders introduced the guy and everyone's face displayed some form of shock, as everyone was sure they were getting a new member of the class instead of a teacher. Harry was surprised but continued to study his desk with a seemingly deep passion.

"You can just call me, Louis and don't worry about the respect thing, I get enough abuse from my peers at Uni for being the youngest in the class. So, I'm used to it." Louis joked, shrugging his shoulders in indifference.

The class burst out laughing at his remark. Harry couldn't help but join along. Mr. Sanders knew that Louis was a natural from the class's positive reaction. He even noticed Harry paying more attention than he usually did, which was a surprise. That's when he came up with a brilliant idea: Louis could tutor Harry. With Harry's barely passing grade, he knew that he could pressure the lad to accept.

After the somewhat successful lesson on Shakespeare's Othello, Mr. Sanders realized Louis was the perfect fit for the class. His sarcastic but insightful remarks were exactly what was needed to keep the class interested in the Shakespeare. He made the language jump to life as he interpreted it in a modern format, comparing it to the likes of 'Jersey Shore' and other pop culture references. Louis was the breath of fresh air that Mr. Sanders' D-block English class needed and Mr. Sanders was delighted to have Louis in his classroom.

As the bell signaled the end of the day, Mr. Sanders called both Louis and Harry over his desk. This somewhat made Louis feel like a student again, but he didn't mind much. The class had been nothing more than thrilling and he couldn't wait to come back again tomorrow.

"Harry, I have decided to enlist Louis here as your English tutor. No objections, please. Your grade needs boosting if you want to pass this course and I think Louis just might be the answer to this." Mr. Sanders explained and both young men stood with jaws slacked.

Harry didn't protest. He was tired of doing so. His 'bad ass'/'rebel' caricature was tiresome and sometimes he just wanted to be himself. Keeping up his school persona was exhausting and although he didn't need a tutor, because all studies came naturally to him, he accepted the deal. The rumors were true: Harry was nothing short of a genius. But geniuses don't have friends. So, when he skipped a grade in middle school (he had refused to skip any more), he decided to start fresh. He had created his 'at-school Harry' character that consisted of sticking it to the man (the teacher, being the 'man'), not seemingly caring about grades and other things that made him seem obnoxiously below average. Within days, he had a whole new group of friends and while to keep it up was tiresome, he decided his new group of friends was worth it.

"Sounds good, I guess." Louis agreed to it, half-heartedly. He had been warned many times about developing a relationship outside of school with a student. Louis had been drawn in by Harry the moment he saw him. Something about the guy was mysterious and he wasn't a kid anymore. Louis shook his head, clearing his mind of the inappropriate thoughts. He was probably only three years older than the student that just made it even weirder for him. He had dated guys Harry's age in the past but this was about being professional, so Louis decided to focus on all of Harry's flaws from then on.

As Mr. Sanders dismissed the two with a simple wave of his hand, they wandered awkwardly into the hallway, neither of them truly understanding the bond they felt with the other.

"So… I guess I should give you my e-mail or something." Louis muttered, staring at everything but Harry.

Harry almost laughed at how ridiculous Louis was acting before he handed the student teacher a slip of paper.

"S'later. Call me." Harry said, before retreating down the hallway.

Louis was dumbfounded. Had Harry just openly given him his number? Then, Louis gave himself a big ol' slap on the forehead. He really was still very naïve for his twenty- years. The kid gave him his number so that he could call him to arrange a time for their tutoring session. Louis sighed and stashed the number into his pocket before turning in the opposite direction down the hallway.

Harry peeked out from his hiding spot with a satisfied look on his face. He liked to play games. And this was just another game. Right? But this game was different, it actually excited him. He wouldn't deny that. The rest of his game were held during school hours when he played Mr. 'Too cool for you' for all of the girls of the school. The girls couldn't get enough of it, Harry had noticed. If it garnered him more attention, then why not continue to play that game? He liked to toy with the girl's emotions, to even sometimes manipulate them into being at odds with each other. He later regretted it and felt guilty in his hours of reflection at home. He rarely interacted with anyone outside of school hours because the seven hours spent there were already so exhausting. He always had to make excuses about being forced to participate in extra circulars that he 'loathed' but he actually quite enjoyed his piano and violin lessons. They made him feel like an intellectual for once instead of pretending to be a daft idiot.

But, it was as if once the school bell had rung, the real Harry had re-surfaced, the one who was very interested in a certain Mr. Tomlinson.