I wake up as the bright, shining sunlight streams upon my face. I sleepily rub my eyes awake, and roll out of bed. Oh my god.
It's 7:45 am.
"Oh god oh god oh god i'm gonna be so late!!!" I yell.
I hear screams emanating from downstairs.
"Y/n. IF YOU DONT GET YOUR PHAT ASS DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW, YOULL NEVER SEE THAT CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HARRY STYLES AGAIN," my step mom shrieks. I cant live without Harry!!!!
I quickly throw my hair into a messy bun, pull over a Panic! At the Disco sweatshirt, leggings, and high top vans. I was never really a makeup girl, the other girls are too into that girly trash.
"See ya Harry! Gotta go to school!"
I quickly run downstairs, grab a donut, and avoid the laser eyes my step mom drills into me. I'm 15, old enough to handle myself. I run out the door, ready for the day to come!!!!
I speed walk to school, evoking a few stares from curious classmates. It's okay, I tell myself. They're just jealous that I get to go to the One Direction concert next week and THEY DONT! I'll be sure to bring a John Green book with me so Harry knows I'm special and not like the other girls. I rush into the school building right as the bell rings. I narrowly miss crashing into the principal and I skid to a stop right in front of my first period classroom.
I cautiously open the door, and my teacher turns his head to look. A familiar space stares into my eyes, blue orbs that I can see oceans into. Wait- is that? Could it be? No, there's no-
"Ello, love! I'm Harry Styles!"
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG ITS HARRY STYLES!!!!!
One of the kids in the front row stares at me, confused.
"Wait, do you know this guy?" he asked. I ignore him. Anyone who doesn't know the underground indie obscure boy band that is known as One Direction doesn't DESERVE my attention. No one could understand the bond I have with Harry Styles. I look down at my shoes, embarrassed that no one else in my class was cultured enough to know who Harry Styles is.
Harry gazes at me with his blue green orbs.
"What's your name, luv?" he asks in his so attractive, British accent. I have no words.
I manage to stutter out, "My name is y/n, what's your name?" I turn bright red. DID I SERIOUSLY JUST ASK HARRY STYLES WHAT HIS NAME IS??
He grins at me, I've never seen a more beautiful human being in my life.
"Ello, luv! I'm Harry Styles! I'm going to be your English teacher this year, we're going to have a positively wonderful year!"
I take my seat in the front of the classroom for maximum view of those beautiful orbs. And let's just say, those weren't the only orbs I was gazing at in longing.
"Now today, we'll be..." I zone out, too distracted by the pop star's beauty. I couldn't believe Harry Styles was teaching my Honors English class! The rest of my class, oblivious to who was standing right in front of us, continued with their work. There was no way I was gonna pass this class.
"Y/n," Harry calls. "Would you like to come up to the board and explain how you got your answer for the rest of the class?"
"I- i- uh- um, sure?"
"Perfect!" I walk up to the front of the classroom, shaking in anxiety. It's not my fault Harry is so beautiful, I was too distracted. As I walk up to the board behind his desk, I notice something. A thin line of white powder laid in his open desk drawer. Is that what I think it is? It's too obvious.
Oh. So that's what he meant by a Fine Line.
Harry Styles, my idol, my Honors English teacher. A cocaine addict? NO! It can't be.
Am I going to have to report him? I was torn between my love for Harry Styles and my moral obligation to report a high school teacher doing drugs in an active classroom. This is going to be a hard class, isn't it.
