One Direction Dirty Imagines *CLOSED*

Harry Imagine

I sat in the office, waiting for my mom to pick me up. My stomach twisted painfully as i waited for her to come. Surely she would yell at me, or do something. I mean, you can’t just get caught ‘doing the nasty’ with your teacher and get away with it, right? no. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I looked at the ground. I didn’t want to see the look on the secretary’s face as she sat in her desk, eyeing me warily, or anything else for that matter. The door opened, and in stomped my mom. Her eyes found me instantaneously, and her gaze was ice cold, sending goosebumps up my arms. Yep, i was dead. “You are coming home. Now.” she puffed. I stood up from my chair glumly. My shoulders slouched and i dragged my feet in uncertainty. This was going to suck. I opened the passenger side door of the car, slinking in, hoping that i could become invisible, or pinch myself and wake up from this terrible dream. “What did you think you were doing?” My mom asked. She didn’t sound mad, just…utterly confused, and hurt. I looked down at my hands which rested gently in my lap. “I don’t know…”

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The walk through the halls to my locker the next morning wasn’t as bad as i thought. Apparently the principle was better at keeping this quiet than I expected. Nobody suspected a thing, and just kept doing what they did every morning. I guess life carries on, right? 

Wrong. 

I opened my locker, and a small note fluttered down onto the floor in front of my feet. I glanced around, checking to make sure nobody was watching when i picked it up. I didn’t need anyone finding out my dirty secret.

(y/n), i’m so sorry about what happened. I take full responsibility, but please let me make it up to you. Meet me by the art room after everyone has left. Please?

~I think you know who

I quickly folded the piece of paper and shoved it into my pocket, my mind already made up.

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It didn’t take long for the school to empty out. It was a friday, and everyone wanted to leave early. Which, i guess in my case, was good. Right? My footsteps echoed of the wall in time to my rapid heart beating. What if Mr. Styles, i mean, Harry didn’t even give me the note. Maybe it was the principle trying to catch me, or him, up to no good. Or, maybe Mr. Styles was trying to trick me, proving to himself that i was just a desperate little school girl. The thoughts swarmed my head like a hive of bees, leaving unanswered questions echoing in my mind. But the way Mr. Styles treated me yesterday hadn’t been…bad. He actually seemed like he cared, asking me if i really wanted to do this. Maybe he actually did care. Maybe. I came to a stop at the art room, which was on the far end of the building, in a separate hallway than all the other classes. It had privacy…which is what Mr. Styles and I needed if we were going to sort this out. I took a deep breath, glancing around me to see if anybody was around. The last thing i needed was to get caught…again. I grabbed the handle, and pushed the door open before i could stop myself. The last art class of the day had been a couple hours ago, so the teacher wasn’t here. But Mr. Styles was. His back was to me, studying a painting that a student had done. The painting was of a purple heart, and the colors exploded all over the canvas, making it look like it was beating. i couldn’t blame Mr. Styles for looking at it so intently. I dropped my backpack on the floor, causing him to turn around. He smiled sadly when he caught sight of me. He was wearing jeans and a button up, making him look casual. which was a nice look on him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “(Y/n)” Mr. Styles nodded his head in my direction. I rubbed my arm awkwardly, trying to cover up as much of me as i could. I suddenly felt exposed, and wrong. he has seen me naked. oh my god, he’s seen me naked. the words rang in my ears like warning bells. “Mr. Styles.” i stated, trying to keep my voice casual. Mr. Styles chuckled. “(y/n), i am not your teacher anymore, please call me Harry.” I nodded. “Harry.” i tested the name, it rolled off my tongue almost naturally. i hadn’t spoken it since…the…’event’, which i guess was only yesterday. But it felt like a life time ago. “Please don’t seem so distant.” Mr. Styles said. “I don’t like it when you’re this quiet. Please tell me what you’re thinking.” He took a step towards me, then stopped. I combed through my brain for anything i had to say to him. I could only come up with one question. “Was i just your sex toy for the day? Were you just horny yesterday, and needed me to ‘fulfill’ your needs?” I finally asked, i was surprised to find that my voice was strong. Mr. Styles answered almost immediately, “No.” He ran a hand through his curls nervously. “That was never the case.” This confused me, “Than whatwas the case?” i pressed. Did i really want to know the answer. “I…” Mr. Styles searched for the right words. “I think you are an extraordinary young lady, and…” His eyes darted around the room, frantically. “I couldn’t stop myself.” His eyes suddenly met mine evenly. They were filled with so much emotion, i couldn’t put a name to it. “I just wanted to say i’m sorry.” He continued. I took a step further into the room, i was now only a couple feet from Mr. Styles, but it wasn’t as awkward as it had been before. “apologizing is what got us into this mess.” i said with a small laugh that seemed to lighten the mood. Mr. Styles smiled, showing off his dimples. “Your right. Is there anyway i can make it up to you?” He asked cheekily. I pretended to think, walking over to a blank canvas set up next to a stool. I suddenly seemed very sure of myself around Mr. Styles. There was something about him that was just…normal. I struck a dramatic poze, resting my hand on my forehead, “You could draw me like one of your french girls.” i tried not to laugh, but ended up failing miserably. Mr. Styles chuckled at my theatrics. “I have an even better idea.” He took 3 short strides to me, taking me in his arms once again. They felt familiar. “and what is your proposal?” i asked cheekily. “We could pick up where we left off,” he suggested raising an eyebrow. I tapped my chin, “We should lock the door this time.” i said. I pulled away from him to the door, clicking the lock. Mr. Styles smiled. “Smart.” and i was in his arms again, his lips were on mine, not rough, but not as gentle as yesterday. “Where did we leave off?” i asked, faking stupidity. “Well,” Mr. Styles started. “Your clothes were over there,” he gestured to the floor, “And mine were right there.” he pointed to a different spot. I smiled. “Let’s get at it then.” Soon both of our clothes were on the floor in heaps. Mr. Styles’ skin was hot on mine, and it felt like fireworks. My back pressed up against a desk, digging into the small of my back, but a barely noticed. Mr. Styles, I mean, Harry, reached up, cupping my face in his hand. His breath danced with mine in a mixture of lust and passion. I laid down on the desk, my back pressed against the cool surface. Harry’s arms were on either side of me, trapping me. But i didn’t consider it a trap. I could feel his member near my thigh, and i could tell he was ready. And i wanted him. Harry pulled away slightly, “You ready?” he asked, centering himself. I nodded, closing my eyes, preparing myself for the pleasure i was about to feel. He entered me slowly. And he was huge. My walls clenched painfully at first, but as soon as i adjusted to his size, it was amazing. Our moans echoed through out the room like a song. My back arched into him as he thrust himself into me, making my body tremble with delight. “Harry..I’m-cl” “I know, baby. Me too.” he said, his thrusts getting slower, and a bit sloppier. I felt my body tremble under his touch, like it wasn’t even under my control anymore. He thrust into me one more time, bringing us both to our climaxes. He released into me, and me on him. My body shuddered, unable to control the pleasure that filled me. Harry rested his forehead on mine, and i could feel the small beads of sweat. “That was amazing. You are amazing.” he chuckled. I smiled up at him, loving the way his curls tickled my face, and the way his arms felt around me. “Not to bad yourself, Styles.” i laughed. Harry’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, and i’m sure mine were too. His eyes rested on my lips before he pecked them softly. I just wa-” he was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. I sprang up, jumping over to my backpack to get it. Just like I suspected, my mom’s number flashed across the screen. I answered “Hello?” i asked, trying not so sound like i was out of breath. “Where the hell are you?” she sounded worried, or even worse, like i was  hooking up with another teacher again…which i wasn’t. Harry wasn’t a teacher anymore… technically…”I’m sorry, i had to stay after school to finish a project. I’ll be home soon.” i reassured her. I could almost hear her let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I’ll see you then.” I set my phone back down, looking over my shoulder at Harry who was studying me. “What?” i asked, taking note of his expression. he raised an eyebrow, smiling cockily  “I must be quiet the project.” he mused. I smiled, leaning over to grab my clothes, pulling them back on my body. “That you are.” i agreed, laughing. Harry began putting on his clothes too, and i was almost sad that this was over. Once we were both fully clothed, i swung my backpack over my shoulder, reaching for the door. “Mr. Styles,” i said, even though i knew he wanted me to call him Harry, but now wasn’t really the time to fuss about that. he looked up anyway, buckling his belt. “Yes?” i took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that you lost your job because of me.” i admitted. Mr. Styles just smiled. “Now now, don’t apologize. We know what happens when you do,” he winked at me, making me smile. “Yeah, i guess you’re right.” Mr. Styles finished buckling his belt. “I’m always right, i’m the teacher. Well, ex teacher.” he corrected himself, but his smile never faultered. I reached for the door handle. “Well, i guess this is goodbye.” i said. Mr. Styles smile faded. “I’m afraid so.” he said sadly. “After all, i have a project to do,” i said, smilig. Mr. Styles grinned, showing of his adorable dimples again. “Well i hope you get an A on it.” he said, playing along. “Me too,” i called as i walked out of the classroom. As i walked down the empty hallways to my car, i realized that i will never, ever, ever, speak of this to anyone. Ever.