Breathe Me - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter One

My dress slowly brings to hike up my leg as Daniel's hand rests on my thigh and makes his hand more upwards.

"Quit," I push the touchy, brown-haired boy away, praying that Mr. Styles walks in soon. Thankfully, my prayers are answered within a minute or two.

All the snickering stops and everything is suddenly quiet. My chest tightens as his eyes meet mine, a burning feeling taking place in-between my thighs. He's handsome. No, he's hot. I pull my lips up into a smirk when as I watch his eyes trail down to my breasts.

I move my hands so they can unbutton another button which allows him to get a full view of the top of my red lace bra.

When I turn my head slightly, it's easy to see that every girl is practically drooling over the beautiful man in front of us, but who can blame them?

Some of them are even undressing him with their eyes, you can tell by the way their eyes are darkening and shutting their legs.

Daniel next to me let's out a huff and places his arm around the back of my chair, making me groan. Mr. Styles adverts his attention from me to the class, clearing his throat.

"Good morning class," he adjusts the belt on his pants before leaning against his desk, setting his coffee down next to him. "I have just a few things to address before proceeding with today's planner." He scans the room, trying to avoid my gaze and cleavage. "One, you all know how to behave, and I'm not scared of writing referrals or sending you to ISS. Two, I do not except late work unless you are physically unable or you missed the day it was due. Last but not least, if you are late for class you will be getting a detention, there is no way out of it." He folds his arms across his broad chest, catching my gaze.

"Now that that part of business is taken care of," he smiles a fake one, his beautiful white teeth showing. "Tomorrow a two page essay about yourself is due. Get started."

He takes a seat in his chair and focuses on whatever book he pulls out of his book bag.

I squeak when Daniel's hand places itself on the upper inside of my thigh, causing Mr. Styles to look up from his work.

I shoot my hand up in the air.

"Mr. Styles!" I breathe in. "Can Melissa and I please switch spots?"

"Sure," Melissa stands up, gathering her belongings as I with mine.

Daniel and Melissa used to have sex all the time. So, if he wants to touch someone then it can be that sluts leg.

We both suck on our lollipops and smile at each other as we pass by.

"Ms. Chariton, could you not disturb the class next time you wish to have a seat change?" His deep voice has an English accent to it, which only makes me think certain, dirty things.

"Your wish is my command," I whisper to him as I take the seat right in front of his desk. I slowly pull the lollipop out of my mouth before licking it even slower. "Daddy."