Love can be described in a variety of ways, where you describe it as indescribable or surreal. It all means the same thing. The feeling I am feeling I describe it as ethereal. Ethereal is defined as " extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for our world". People tend to say when you are in love you get tingley, you get butterflies in the pit of your stomach, you sweat a lot, you get nervous, anything around that nature, whenever you are around them. See the thing is, I get these feelings. I think I am inlove with someone,.
And that person is my teacher.
*Louis Tomlinson's Point of View*
I woke up groggy. I looked over at my clock, it's 3 am. I am supposed to wake up at 6am. Great, I have got like no sleep. I have to teach soon, I have to teach at a new school. Holy crap. Are they going to like me ? Are they going to hate me ? Are they going to judge me for being homosexual, or too flamboyant? Of course they will Louis, not many people accept homosexuals. Damn it, I got even more anxious the more I thought of it. I decided to go take a shower and start my day early was away my worries for a little while.
- After doing things in the shower that men do -
I left the bathroom with the towel hanging low on my waist. I live alone, hell, I could walk around bloody naked if I really wanted too. I smirked as I walked to the fridge. All my worries were gone, and I knew today was going to be a great day. I opened the fridge and I sighed. I forgot to go shopping, there is food, but nothing I really want. Balls. I spent at least a half hour looking back and forth for food. I finally decided on cheerios.
After I finished eating I knew I had to get dressed eventually so I jogged up the stairs. I went into my room and dropped the towel. I saw myself as pretty fit, not to be cocky. I already decided what to wear that day. Beige trousers white shirt. Simple and fit me well. I slipped my clothes on and did my hair. I looked good if I do say so myself. I went downstairs, grabbed my keys, coffee, bag and shoes. I headed out the door. I was going to be early but it gave me time to set up.
It was a short drive the University was fairly close to my home. When I arrived at the University, I already had prior knowledge of the school's campus since I was educated to become a teacher there. When I entered the class no one was there yet. So I set my coffee and took my bag off my shoulder. When I sat down the class started pouring in, I was entranced in a boy who walked by, curly brown hair, but I didn't see his face. He looked stunning even if I only saw the back of him.
The bell rang, and I wrote my name on the board, " ". "Good morning class, I am and I am your English teacher, I will now call out for attendance. I called out names, and I got to "Harry Styles" and the boy with the curly hair looked up to me, he had piercing green eyes, they were stunning, I stared. I hope he didn't notice. "Uhh, errm, I'm here" he spoke. His voice was beautiful. He stuttered and sounded stunned I am not sure why, but this boy intrigued me.
Throughout the whole class I kept looking at him. He's really beautiful. I shouldn't be thinking like this about my student, but I couldn't help it. I wondered what he thought of me. The bell rang, time went quickly, that's what happens when you stare at a beautiful boy I guess. I waited for the class to clear out, then grabbed my things and exited the classroom.
When I left the room, I heard something that I thought was a whimper, or a moan. My curiosity killed me, I followed the sound. I saw two boys, one was, fondling ? The other, the other was Harry.. Was this boy sexually harassing Harry? "Hey" I called out, the other boy looked like a deer in headlights, he looked at me and ran. I ran toward Harry and he whimpered. "Harry, Harry, it's alright, I am not here to hurt you" I placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched away. I looked him in the eyes and said "Harry, I would never hurt you like he did, I care too much, trust me okay?" He looked me in the eyes, and I saw his fear. He spoke "T-t-thanks, yo-u-u don't have t-to" I placed my hand on his shoulder again, but he hardly flinched. "Harry, why did that guy do what he did?" Harry looked down at the ground away from me again. "Bec-cause I-I'm gay"