Harry Styles Imagines

(33) - the art teacher

teacher series part 1

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"Welcome to the new school year, dear students. I'm very happy to have you all back and to welcome new people ready to study-", the school's headmaster gave the speech he had always given on the school's first day.

It was quite annoying, really, because everyone had to present themselves in the empty school gym, sit on the dirty floor and wait for the old man to show up and talk about how the next school year was going to be lit.

Everyone rolled their eyes at his words, because they were the same anyways.

After the speech that lasted almost half an hour, the students had to return to their classrooms.
The oldest - 18 years old - had this face that screamed attitude, because of their last year.
The youngest tried to look as courageous as they could, yet failed anyway.

Olivia was excited for her last year, because school started becoming a pain in the ass and also because she was ready to face life.
Her rucksack was placed on the empty chair beside hers. She sat on her chair and started taking out the necessities she thought would come to use for the day.

Everyone else started acting differently, more rebellious than ever, making Olivia shake her head.
Suddenly the door shut and a tall man walked in.
Olivia's eyes widened and she immediately packed her phone in her bag and stood up along with everybody else.

Girls started blushing and whispering, the boys looked at the man with judgemental eyes.
Olivia didn't even look at him, because of the shoes she decided to wear that day; they made her feet ache, yet they were so pretty.

"You may sit down.", said the man and everyone did as they were told.

Olivia sat down and still looked at her feet, trying to find a way to make them less uncomfortable.

"My name is Harry Styles and I'll be teaching you Art, P.E. and English. Any questions?", Styles leaned against his desk and let his eyes wander through the different students.

One girl raised her hand, giggling quietly.

"Yes?"

"I, uh, I'm Genevieve Jones. I was wondering how old you were... Am I allowed to ask?", a giggle escaped almost every girl's mouths.

Styles looked at her with the same expressionless face he had as he entered the room.

"You're allowed to ask Ms Jones and I'm allowed to answer as well. Doesn't mean I will, though.", everyone started making different noises to Genevieve, while the poor girl was redder than a strawberry.

Olivia was still bothered by her shoes, but in a couple of minutes she quickly found a position and happily sighed.
She finally could look at the teacher and probably stare at him with flirty eyes.
The girl looked at him, squinting her eyes because she couldn't see much. Her glasses were right in front of her, but everytime she had them on, her head ached and nobody was worth it anyways.
She stared at him like a creep, never bothering to look away, not because she had a specific reason, but because she couldn't see shit.

A hand brought her back and she slightly jumped in her seat, making students laugh.
"You have to present yourself.", Owen quickly whispered to her.

He was a nice guy, she thought.

She cleared her throat and let her eyes shortly wander the people that looked at her.
She had a feeling that the teacher was looking at her as well, but she wasn't sure because she couldn't clearly see.

"My name is Olivia Madden and I'm 17 years old. I'll turn 18 in a few weeks.", Olivia pressed her lips in a tight line and looked up with an unsure look on her face.

Harry looked at her with something quite unrecognisable in his eyes.

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The first Art lesson the students attended was something they had never experienced before.

"You may sit down.", Harry repeated as they stood up to greet him.
He quickly set his bag on the chair and walked in front of his desk.

"Today I will explain how I give my grades and everything you'll be doing this year. All the drawings and paintings, or whatever we'll be doing, has to be seen by me, so that I can give you a B. If the work is successful then you earn an A...", Olivia zoned out again.

She wasn't feeling particularly well. Physically she was fine, but she was just feeling a little sad, because it all started with one reason and then they started multiplying.

Maybe it was because she felt ugly in that sweater or because her dog greeted her sister first.

"The first drawing I'd like to see from each of you, is something I hope everyone is familiar with.", said the teacher and slowly walked around the desks.

"I would like to see a background. Spots. Dots. Clouds. Sky. Grass. It doesn't matter as long as it describes the way you feel inside. You can use any technique you wish, as long as it's finished before the bell rings.", Harry continued and looked at the various colours and paint the students brought.

"You may start.", he announced and went to lean back against the desk.
He watched how they took papers and used colours to do what he had asked them to.

Olivia didn't feel like yellow, pink or green.
She felt like grey, brown and black.
Those were the colours she used for her background.

She dipped her brush in the plastic cup and took the brown, before pressing it against the paper. Olivia took a tissue and pressed it against the colour, making it fade.
That's what she did with the other colours as well.

"Can I have your red?", she heard Jenny ask Sally.
"Feeling red, huh?"
"Only when Mr Styles is in the room."

The bell rang and everyone quickly stood up to walk towards Styles who patiently waited for everybody.
Before Olivia could reach him, she tripped twice and almost let the painting fall.

"I'm sorry.", she quickly muttered to her teacher who had an amused expression on his usual blank one.
She handed the painting and waited for a response.

Harry looked at it and then moved his eyes towards her.

"I'm feeling the same way."

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Welcome to another chapter from #Harry'sSaturday! xx
We'll welcome the next two chapters as well, because they're all attached. :)

I hope your holidays were fun and that the beginning of the new year isn't stressing you out! xx
Please keep in mind that if you'd like to achieve something, that it's useful if you have a motivation!

I often hear people say how they'd like to lose an amount of weight during the year, PLEASE do it if it's for yourself and not for anybody else.

I hope you're going to find happiness, love, health and harry styles. xx

I love you,

belle. xx

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Published the 4th of January 2020.