headmaster styles.

The Real Headmaster Styles

"Will you just tell me what happened?" It pained to see him like this, even though this was the first time I've seen him like this. But he saw me like this every day, and I bet he didn't feel any pain for me.

"Niall already told you everything." He ran his hand down his face and looked at me, resting his arms on his knees.

"Does that stop me from being able to hear it from you?" I snapped and he sighed.

"I was being clueless..." he started, and then he shook his head, "When I found out that a girl named Anastasia Greene was coming to live with me alone, I didn't know who you were. But then I remembered you when I utterly disrespected you a while back. I kind of laughed at the idea to be honest, because I knew you hated me..." he cleared his throat and started wringing his fingers, "I hated telling you that you're parents died, I really did. But that was the only way I could get you to come with me." Wait, what?

"What? Wait, I'm confused," I put my hand on his arm and he looked at me with guilt, "My parents' aren't dead?"

"Safe and sound in England. They needed to get away, Anastasia. So they called me, and asked me to take care of you. I promised them I would..." he ran his hand down his face again, looking at me and searching my expression to see if I was angry at him, but honestly I didn't know what to think, "I thought you would be such a bitch when you moved in, and when I yelled at you, it wasn't because I wanted to yell. You had this effect on me, and somehow my real feelings came out."

"When you kissed me for the first time... Was that real?" I asked, crossing my fingers and hoping.

"No." He shook his head and I choked up on tears.

"Why? Why did you have to do this to me Harry?" I cried and slammed my hand on the floor, making him grunt.

"Please let me finish..." he muttered and I wiped away my tears, "When we had sex for the first time, I was doing it out of spite. I was doing it because it was exactly what my mother didn't want me to do." He looked at me and I turned away from him, "It was the same way the second time too," I still didn't look at him, "But I grew to like you. My feelings for you became something, Ana. I have completely and utterly fallen in love with you." I cried and he grabbed my hand, "Dammit Anastasia. Will you look at me? I've told you everything. The least you could do is look at me."

I stood up and looked at him on the floor, "I'm glad you told me the truth Harry, but there's nothing you can do about this."

"What do you mean?" He scrambled to his feet.

"I can't... Be with you," I held in my tears and he balled his fists, "I can't trust you again. Don't you get that?"

He stood there for a minute, but then he looked at me, "The virgin doll is still fragile, yet she looks as strong as ever."

"Yeah, well thanks to your lies and pitiful actions, I'm not a virgin doll anymore." I crossed my arms and he raked his fingers clumsily through his hair.

"Will you just do me a favor?" He asked quickly and I went to speak but he held up his hand, "I have a month until the wedding, and it's not too long to change it―"

"You're getting married to Penelope, Harry," I snapped and he swallowed, "She will be better for you, trust me. Plus, you could still love her more for all I know."

"Anastasia," he grated, his jaw clenched.

"I'm coming to Bently tomorrow to talk to Penelope about the wedding. I may or may not stay longer for two days. I will not be there to talk to you, that's a guarantee." I pushed him out of my room and he groaned.

"Anastasia," he said again and I sighed.

"I don't want you to be here anymore. I've heard what I wanted to hear, and I am satisfied. I've seen the real you, and that's all I needed to see." I bit my lip and he put his hand on my chin, making me look up at him.

He pulled my lip from my teeth with his thumb and ran it over my lip once it was free, "Une si jolie chose... Bébé." Tears filled my eyes again and I turned my face from his, tearing his hand from my chin.

He dropped his hand to his side and smiled at me, but I looked away from him again. "Leave," I muttered and he took a step towards me.

I was too scared to move, and I didn't want him to touch me or kiss me.

But he leaned forward and I felt his plump lips press to my ear. "I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow but..." his body connected with mine and I put my hands on his chest to break the connection, "Don't forget to say hi to me. I wouldn't want to miss you."

He pulled away from me and I sniffed. "A simple hi never killed anyone."

"No one but me baby. No one but me." He then nodded his head, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked down the stairs.

But you're forgetting Harry... You're greeting this morning made me die too.