Teach Me |daddy| h.s

Two

Chapter Two

(Harry's p.o.v)
God damnit. I shouldn't have made a move so quickly, and so harsh. I should have taken baby steps! Smaller steps!

I tried to catch her with words before she left, but she slipped out of the room so fast. God, I should've put my dick back in my pants.

Oh, by the way, my dick wasn't really out of my pants, not yet.

I sigh and walk over to my desk, plopping myself in the chair. Next Bringing my head down and resting it in my hands.

(Emilee's p.o.v)
I walked out of the class, almost having a sick feeling in my stomach.

I, I let him.. at first. Is it bad that I kinda wanted him? I mean, he was everything I wanted.. but it was wrong. He was my teacher, and I'm the student. Anyway, I felt like it all happened to quickly.

Next, 5th period ended up coming around and I had the one and only, Mr. Styles. I didn't want to seem like I was in a rush to get to his class, so I hesitated at first. After seeing a handful of students scatter in, that's when I walked in.

I saw him, looking at me from the corner of his eye, all the way to my seat. After I sat down, the rest of the kids came in.

"Alright, students. I'm sorry, but you'll be taking a quiz today." He says while getting up. Everyone groans, and I try not to do anything this time.

He then starts to walk around the room, passing the papers out one my one. I started to get nervous once he would get closer to my desk. He purposely dropped the paper onto the corner of my desk, so that it would fall.

I bent down to pick it up, but he stopped me. "I got it," he whispered. I slowly went back up once he bent down to grab it. I then felt a large hand on my thigh, and he was rubbing it lightly with his thumb. I pulled my leg in a little, feeling the need to close my legs. Before he got back up, he gave it a light squeeze. He smirked, and moved onto the other students.

What the fuckkkk

To be honest, I didn't hate it, but I also didn't love it. It was somewhat in between.

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Before I was almost finished with my test, I took my leather jacket off. All of the body heat, and the sun shining in through the windows was making the room very hot. When I got finished, I walked up to his desk, and handed it to him.

(Harry's p.o.v)

I was glad to see that Emilee was done first. I glanced up quickly, and she started to approach my desk. As she reached her hand out, wanting me to grab the paper, I shot a smile at her.

Grabbing the paper from her hands, my hand lightly brushed over hers, but I stopped, and I saw something, something that made me upset.

Her arm.

It was cut. She had multiple gashes and scars. I think she noticed that I looked because her hands became shakier. I quickly grabbed the paper, and she went back to her seat.

She glanced back up at me, and our eyes met. I think I might have scared her, because I had a mad, but sad, look on my face. She quickly put her jacket back on and sat there quietly.

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The bell rang, and the rest of the students who didn't yet finish, sat them on my desk. I watched Emilee start to walk out, but I stopped her.

"Stay after class, Emilee." She nodded and waited until the other students had left.

(Emilees p.o.v)

He told me to stay after class, and I started to get nervous. As to thinkin the might try what he did yesterday, but I didn't mind..

He then pulled a desk up to the side of his, and motioned me to sit. After I sat down and leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"I was a bit concerned about you Emilee." He said, with his low, raspy voice. "What do you mean, Mr. Styles?" I said. I knew exactly what he meant, but I was going to try to avoid it. He smirked and looked down.

"Emilee, I saw your arm. Is there any way I can help? Do you want to talk to me?" He says, his lip was pouted, and as he said that, he brung his hand down and rested it on my thigh.

"I-I don't know.." he smiles and slides his hand more up my thigh.

"Are you sure.. there isn't a way for me to help?" He whispers slowly. I don't say anything, and surprisingly, let him do what he was doing. He looked at me with hungry eyes, and leaned down closer to me.

"Let me make you feel better."