I am the new substitute English teacher at a small school on the outskirts of London. They called me a few days ago to see if I could fill the position and I accepted. I love teaching and I think I can give a lot of myself in that area. Also, I'm quite young, I'm still only 26 years old, so yes, you could consider me new to this.

My first day started off calm, some furtive glances towards me... I don't blame them either, the truth is I'm quite attractive. But I don't bother thinking about that much, I'm here to teach, not to captivate the ladies. I'm going to teach the final year students, they are teenagers of 18 years or so, I hope they make it easy for me.

I enter class and all eyes are directed at me, and a deep silence forms.

"Good morning, I'm the new English teacher, my name is Harry Styles" I say pointing my name on the blackboard. "Could someone tell me what topic you have progressed to with the other teacher?"

Before anyone could respond, you walk through the door, looking me straight in the eyes, those brown eyes...

"Sorry, the bus is late... can I come in?" you say, with a small smile.

"Uh... sure, yeah, go ahead and have a seat." I babble