When two people want each other, need each other, there's almost nothing that can hold them back. Not even the fact that he was her teacher and she was his student...
Cover by - @styleslight
When two people want each other, need each other, there's almost nothing that can hold them back. Not even the fact that he was her teacher and she was his student...
Cover by - @styleslight
He always picked on me, and only me. My friends didn't see my problem with him, and they clearly couldn't understand mine.
Mr. fucking Styles would be the death of me.
*I'm re-writing this so it migh...