I return to school on the Monday. Harry and I spent all weekend together and things are going so good between us. Most of the time we spent just laying around the house talking about pretty much everything.
On Saturday I woke up beside him, reminding me of the long make out session we had before we both pulled away and cuddled until we fell asleep. I felt so refreshed, finally getting a good night's sleep.
When Harry woke up and smiled at me, I was thankful that he didn't regret anything. And after we both were ready, we slowly and quietly made our way down stairs, hoping Harry could sneak out without being seen by Liam or Sophia. But I guess my crouches didn't help when we tried to be quiet.
"Not staying for breakfast Harry?" Sophia asked from behind us, making both Harry and I freeze. I grumble because we were so close to the door.
Harry and I turned around and not only was Natalie standing in the hall with her arms crossed and an amused smile, but so was Liam.
"Um... N-no thank you, I should get going." Harry tensely replied.
"Shut up and stay, we're making pancakes." Liam smiled casually as if he wasn't talking to his younger sister's teacher who he just saw leave his younger sister's bedroom.
Harry gave in with a small smile.
After breakfast Harry and I were standing at my door, saying goodbye. He kissed me softly on the lips and began to walk away.
"Or..." Harry said, as he stopped walking. "You could come to my house and we can spend more time together."
I smiled so big and nodded eagerly, then quickly slipped on my shoe and followed him to his house.
We lay on his couch in front of his fireplace and cuddled as we talked. I loved how comfortable we were with each other.
But now, it's Monday and I'm sitting in History class, and Harry hasn't even looked at me.
I hate when he fucking does this.
He sat at his desk and told everyone to copy all the notes in the textbook on a certain page.
I was halfway through my notes when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I quickly took it out of my pocket and read the text.
I know what you're thinking. I'm not ignoring you, I'm just keeping it professional in front of everyone.x
I look up from my desk at Harry and he's looking down at his laptop with a small smile. He knows I'm looking at him.
so technically, you are ignoring me.
After I sent the text Harry's phone dings loudly, and he looks around the room sheepishly before landing his eyes on me. Narrowing them.
That was smart.
That was soooooo your fault.x
Sure, blame the innocent one.
You look beautiful today.x
I feel myself blush as I begin to type my response but I'm interrupted by Harry's voice.
"Angelina, are you texting in my class?" He asks, standing with his arms crossed in front of my desk. I didn't even notice how close he got.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I slyly say. Going along.
"That's a lunchtime detention." He says rudely, but I see the hint of amusement in his eyes.
I grumble to myself as everyone is watching us, trying to make this little show more realistic. And when Harry turns to walk away, I flip him off and everyone laughs. Making Harry turn back around and glare at me knowingly, but when he turns back around, I can just see him smile.
- - - -
"You've been back for one day and you've already got a detention?" Michael sighs at me, disappointed.
"Yep, I'll see you later." I smile, kissing him on the cheek and make my way to Harry's office for my "Detention".
When I find his office, I knock on his door and almost immediately, Harry swings the door open and pulls me in by the arm.
I watch as he locks the door behind him and turns back to me. He looks mad.
"Harry?" I try to ask but he ignores me and walks straight towards me, grabbing my face and connecting our lips forcefully.
I try to keep up but his kiss is just so rushed.
He makes me drop my crutches and picks me up, making my legs wrap around his waist and walks me back until he sits me on top of his desk. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.
I finally pull away when I find the strength, but Harry goes for my neck instead, nipping and sucking.
"Harry." I gasp, "What's gotten into you?"
Although I'm pretty excited, I'm also so confused, I've never seen him like this.
Harry grunts in reply and pushes his hips to mine. I let out a low moan and Harry repeats the action, this time letting out a throaty groan.
"That's right baby, I'm the only one who can make you feel good." He breathes into my ear.
"What are you talking about?" I pant, pushing at his chest.
"I saw you kiss that Michael boy." He angrily says, but he keeps his voice down. "Just know that I'm the only one you should use those lips on." And with that he smashes his lips back on mine.
"Harry, stop!" I shriek, finally shoving him away completely.
I stand up and fix my shirt and hair, before hopping to my crutches then make my way towards the door.
"No, you don't get to be angry at me!" Harry shouted.
I stand there, shocked at his outburst.
"I saw you all over him." He said quieter this time, running his hand through his hair.
"I don't know who you think I am, but I wasn't all over him. Dammit Harry! Michael is my cousin, I kissed him on the cheek." I informed him.
His face dropped and he looked guilty. So he should.
"Save it." I cup him off before unlocking the door and getting out.
The rest of the day I remained annoyed. Who does he think I am? Going around and kissing different guys.
That night, after dinner, I went with the boys and watched them play soccer. It made me even more annoyed that I could only sit here and watch my best friends play my favorite game and have a good time.
On our way home, Louis and I sat at my house and talked. I didn't tell him about Harry though because he doesn't really need to know.
It was getting pretty dark and Louis had left ten minutes earlier, but I stayed out and enjoyed the cool weather.
"Angelina." The all too familiar voice said, making me stand up and try head inside, but he was too quick.
"Please, come over, I need to talk to you about everything." He sighed, his eyes sad and pleading.
"There's nothing to talk about Harry." I sigh.
"You're wrong." He shakes his head. "Just come over so we can talk."
I sigh, but make my way down my driveway and towards his house,
Once again, giving in.
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The Teacher // h.sFanfiction
We all have that one teacher who is stubborn, narrow-minded and intolerant. Angelina's new History teacher, Mr. Styles could not be described any other way. Besides his dazzling green orbs and charming smile, he is nothing but someone she cannot s...