“The last edition of the paper flopped,” I muttered, holding the heavily inked paper in my hand and waving it above my head, “The movie reviews were weak, the sports section was missing half of the game scores, and the weather was wrong, every day,” I sat back on the wooden desk and kicked my feet in front of me, staring at the class full of kids hunched over notebooks. “Can we make this edition better? I’m thinking some really good essays and interviews may just do it. Let’s say, interview the kids planning to run for student body president?”

            Louis, my right hand, nodded and pulled his beanie further onto his head, “Harry Styles is the only one running right now,”

            “Ah, Harry,” I smiled.

            “Mr. Fletcher said that if he runs unopposed, he wins by default,”

            “I see. Then perhaps we should interview Harry more than once,” I chuckled, “Alright, any other ideas?”

            Niall Horan, the jumpy blonde in the back of the journalism classroom stuck his hand high in the air, a smile on his face.

            “Yes, Niall?”

            “I’ve got it! I’ll write a whole section on Ireland!” He cheered, “You know, just…like…culture and stuff,”

            “Sure, Niall,”

            The bell rang, and all of the kids filed out except for Louis, who gathered his notebooks and then walked over to me. Louis and I had been best friends since as long as I can remember. We both loved writing, and it was easy to talk to someone like Louis. He was so clever, and cheery, and funny, and although, he was a bit too much to handle at times, he was the nicest lad I had ever met.

            “Ready for English?” He asked me with a smirk. I scoffed and nodded, adjusting my black framed glasses on my nose.

            “Just because I can barely pay attention in class because Mr. Payne is so…irresistible, doesn’t mean you can smirk at me each time we are headed to his class,” I sighed.

            “Yes it does,” Louis teased, wrapped his arm around me, “C’mon, let’s go stare at Mr. Payne’s ass,”

            “Louis,” I groaned.

            He chuckled again, and pulled me from the journalism classroom and down the hall. Louis and I fit nicely into the social ladder. No one really bothered us and we were decently liked. I guess that’s what happens when you write both good and bad things about the student body. We arrived in English early, and Mr. Payne sat at his desk, his button up blue shirt revealing a decent amount of his muscular chest. I groaned internally and took my seat in the very middle of the class, Louis next to me, and I licked my lips as I glanced over Mr. Payne.

            “Zayn, I need to talk to you,” Mr. Payne said, looking up from his papers. My head snapped up and my heart started pounding.

            “Y-Yes, sir,” I stuttered, standing and sending a worried glance to Louis. My best friend only smirked at me and winked. Once I was standing in front of his desk, Mr. Payne looked up at me with his huge brown eyes. I bit my lip to contain myself.

            “I read your report that you turned in yesterday,” He said, his eyes boring into mine. My breathing hitched and I nodded.

            “Yes sir,”

            “It was good,” He smiled, “Great actually,”

            “Really?” I asked.

            “Yes, best in the class,”

            “Oh,”

            “Now that I see how talented you are, I wonder, why you never write anything for the paper. After all, you are the head of the paper, right?” Mr. Payne asked.

            “Yes sir,”

            By this time many other kids were filling up the class. I felt more nervous by the second.

            “Why don’t you submit some of your own work, Zayn?” Mr. Payne asked, standing up and fixing his trousers that had bunched up in his crotch from leaning over in his seat. I pulled my eyes away from his lower region and forced myself to look him in the eye.

            “I don’t have time to write my own submissions,” I explained, “I have to put together everyone’s writing pieces and talk to the editors and put in the pictures, and you see, I just don’t really--”

             “Why don’t I make you a deal?” Mr. Payne cut me off

            “I…uh, yes,” I mumbled.

            “You don’t have to write any reports for my class, as long as you write for the school paper. I will grade your entries from every addition and use it for your actual class grade. How does that sound Mr. Malik?” Mr. Payne asked.

            I nodded, eyes wide.

            “Good, now, I want you to put something in the next edition of the paper,” He continued, “And if you need and idea or inspiration, come here, okay? I’m always willing to help my favorite student,”

            I nodded and walked back to my seat, my mind in a swirl. Favorite student. I was Mr. Payne’s favorite student.

            “How was that, Zayn?” Louis asked as I took the seat beside him.

            I just stared at him wide eyed and nodded because Mr. Payne had said I was his favorite student, and I still couldn’t get over it.

~

            “Harry!” I called, running down the hall towards the curly haired lad by the drinking fountain. He looked up to me and smiled. Harry and I weren’t always on the best terms, but he loved when I had things written about him in the paper. He liked being the center of attention, not matter what.

            “Hey, Zayn,”
            “Hey,” I smiled, “I need to ask you a favor,”

            “Sure, is it about the school paper?” He said, running his hands through his curls and flipping them to the side.

            “Yes,” I breathed, “Since you are the only one running for student body president, I figured--”

            “You want to know all about me,” He smirked.

            “Well, actually, we just need to--”

            “You could ask any of the girls around here,” He chuckled, “It’s like they stalk me. I guess they just can’t resist the curls,”

            “Will you shut up for just a second?” I asked, amazed.

            “Oh yeah, sorry,” Harry blushed, “What were you saying?”

            “I was just saying that I will be sending someone to talk to you soon,” I managed to say.

            “Oh, alright,” Harry nodded, “How about that Louis kid?”

            “Why?” I smirked, “Fancy him?”

            “No…he just…he’s nice,” Harry stuttered. I laughed and patted Harry on the back, because I knew that the curly haired ‘ladies man’ was really a scared little boy wondering why kissing girls didn’t feel like it should. I knew Harry was crushing on Louis. It was obvious, really, bloody obvious.

            “Will do, Harry,” I smiled, “Thanks,”

            I headed back down the hall. As it was lunch time, and I normally spent this time working on homework and reports for Mr. Payne, I decided that I work on my submission for the paper. However, as soon as I sat down, it was obvious I had no idea what I was doing. Mr. Payne’s words ran through my mind. And if you need and idea or inspiration, come here, okay?

            I took a deep breath, gathering my courage, and headed towards Mr. Payne’s room.

            “Ah, Zayn,” He smiled, “I take it you have no inspiration,”

            “Well…” I trailed off, “Not really,”

            “Can I help you find a muse?” He smiled.

            And then it hit me. I didn’t need something to write about. I already had Mr. Payne. I knew that I could write for hours about his big brown eyes or his muscles, or even the way he spoke or smiled.

            “No, actually,” I smirked.

            “Oh, then why are you here?” He asked.

            “Uh, toseeyou,” I muttered.

            “What?”

            “To see you,” I repeated.

            “Ah,” Mr. Payne sighed, pressing his lips in a tight line, “Zayn I’m afraid I may have given you the wrong impression earlier today,”

            “No, no, I just…you’re my favorite teacher,” I blushed, dropping my head down.

            “Zayn,” Mr. Payne breathed, walking over to the desk I had sat in, “I return the feelings,”

            My breathing was accelerated as he walked behind me, setting his hands on my shoulders and rubbing gently, “What feelings?”

            “Mmm,” Mr. Payne hummed, “The one about me being your favorite teacher,”

            “Oh,” I squeaked. Of course those are the feeling he is talking about. Mr. Payne is a grown man, ten years older than me. I had to stop thinking about him like this, it was getting out of control. Suddenly, Mr. Payne leaned forward, and breathed along my neck. Shivers ran over my body and I clenched my eyes shut, not believing that this was happening.

            “Write me something,” He whispered.

            I nodded, and grabbed my pencil, pressing the lead to the paper and staring to write whatever came to my mind first, which happened to be Mr. Payne’ eyes.

            Vast as oceans, and the color of deep oak tree bark.

            “Not descriptive enough,” His hands trailed down my chest.

            I whimpered and my hand shook.

            Expanding over the edge of the universe, oceans, the color of deep mahogany wood.

            “Better,”

            I couldn’t work like this. The pencil dropped from my hand, and his lips left my neck, his hands leaving my shoulders as well.

            “Zayn, have you ever thought of running for Student Body President?”

            “No sir,”

            “I think you should try,”

            “Anything for you, Mr. Payne,”

~

            After school Louis and I headed back to my house. I immediately pulled him up to my room and locked my door, throwing him to the bed.

            “Louis, I think I want to run for Student Body President,” I breathed.

            “What?” He laughed, “Why? What has you all worked up? Was it from talking with Harry earlier? What did that cheeky lad say this time?”

            “No…it’s…it’s not that. I just…I was thinking that I could do it, you know? I think I would be a good Student President,”

            “Really?” Louis asked, his eyes shining in amusement. I fell back on the bed and fixed my hair.

            “Yeah?”

            “Was that a question? Or a confirmation?” Louis asked with a chuckle.

            “A confirmation,” I said as seriously as I could.

            “Well, yeah, okay,” Louis said, standing and then taking a seat in my desk chair, spinning around in a circle, “What exactly do the Student Presidents do?”

            “I have no bloody clue,” I said.

            All I knew was that my mind was still spinning from Mr. Payne’s hot breath on my neck and words in my ear. This was wrong. So wrong. I had never thought that I would actually get so close to Mr. Payne. It had all been fantasy, until today.

            Every thought in my mind revolved around him, and I knew that it was illegal, and wrong.

            But how could something so wrong, feel so right?

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First chapter!

Okay, let me think of what I want to say...hrmmm...

Right, well, this is my first student/teacher fic, and I'm a bit nervous, but I think it'll be okay. I am writing my OTP for it too, just to add onto the fun. There will be Nosh, Larry, and obviously Ziam in this. (The Nosh may take awhile)

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