vixen \\ h.s. au

cinq

harry.

She is so... heavenly. So breathtaking. I held her close to me, my face buried in her short, dark hair that smelled of vanilla and coconut. I tried to control myself while thinking of our kiss, but it was so passionate, so memorable. I've never been so consumed by any human, let alone a fifteen year old student of mine. Surely she couldn't like me.

Does she feel pressured? Does she want extra credit?

I quiet my intruding subconscious thoughts. She had to of liked me, after all she came onto me. But did she come onto me because she wanted extra credit? My thoughts ran wild; thinking of our exquisite kiss, and how much I could regret if if her motives were askew.
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I took her home after we finished our dinner in each others arms, her thank you's prominent. We held hands. I drop her off in front of the large iron gates surrounding an even larger Victorian styled home, a gray cobblestone path leading one through the grass to the expansive home. It looked too sad for my girl to be there. She should be with me. Once she exits my car with a smile and a goodbye, she trots down the path into her home, and I count the seconds until I see her again.

My thoughts abuse my brain with their constant yelling, telling me how wrong this was. How I couldn't ever have her the way I needed. How I could never give her what she needs from me. A small part of my brain tells me how I am everything she needs. How I am doing her a kindness by breathing the same air as her.

I fall asleep with the thought of her heavenly lips on mine, her body pressed tightly to me, and her angelic, soft voice telling me that she likes me. I fall asleep thinking of how I will never get over my Luna.

luna.

I walk into the dreaded halls in my uniform skirt and massive green sweater. Even though I am here, in these uninteresting drab halls, I can't keep the blinding smile off of my face. I can't help but think of him. How his plump lips felt on mine. How his gargantuan hands pulled me into him. How I hoped that I encompassed his thoughts as much as he did mine. I touch my smooth lips and close my eyes, remembering how his mouth felt on mine, and I am in bliss.

I am in bliss until I crash into someone, yet again, and fall to the floor. I know in my soul it isn't him. He would've caught me.

"Fuck! Sorry I didn't see you there babe. Don't know how I could've missed you though." The mystery man says to me as I look up towards him. His black hair shaved at the sides, with his long hair spilling to the side at the top. His mesmerizing brown eyes peering down at me through long, thick lashes. Stubble covers his sharp jawline and his tanned skin. His white button down is slightly untucked from the left side of his tight khaki pants, his green sweater form fitting on his lanky body. I realize I'm staring when he moves his hand in front of my face. Oh goodness, how embarrassing. I grasp his large hand and he helps me up, smiling at me with glossy white teeth.

"Hello beautiful, I'm Zayn. What's your name?" He politely asks. I flush at his compliment.

"Luna is my name." and volleyball is my game. Gosh, how dumb can I be. the first student trying to talk to me and I sound like an idiot.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. It is a pleasure to meet you Luna, I do hope to see you around." Zayn winks and continues to walk in the direction opposite to me. I grab my backpack off of the ground and take one step before his hand clutches my arm.

"Luna" he breathes in my ear, "I missed you, Baby Girl." He pulls away quickly before anyone sees how close he got to me.

"H-hello Har- Mr. Styles." My breath hitches in my throat at his enchanting scent.

"I think we should have a tutoring lesson after school today, if you're available of course." He says, his professional tone turning me on.

"Of course, Mr. Styles. I'll see you after sixth period." I squeak and walk down the hall towards Algebra II.

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Thank goodness it's finally lunch time. Listening to Ms. Weigel drone on about how interesting it was that Othello chose to believe Iago over his own wife, Desdemona, and how he betrayed her instead of not trusting Iago. I agree with her statement, but it's hard not to be annoyed with her constant babbling right before lunch. I walk down the lackluster halls to grab my Greek salad from my locker when someone calls my name.

"Luna! It's me Zayn! Wait up!" he calls behind me. I turn to face him.

"Hello, Zayn. Pleasure to see you again." I say sweetly and continue to grab my salad and exchange my books for the next periods.

"Same to you babe. Hey why don't you come sit with me at lunch? It'll be fun." He offers humorously.

"Sure thing, Zayn." I say sarcastically, but he doesn't seem to catch my dropped hint and he pulls me along to the dreaded cafeteria.

"Hey guys!" Zayn says, slithering his lanky arm around my waist. "This is Luna, she's gonna hang with us today."

"Nice. Hey beautiful, I'm Jake." Says a shorter boy, around my height. He has a muscular build which must be compensating for his stature. His longer blonde hair was wild with waves, blue eyes to match. He grabs my hand with his meaty fingers and leaves a slippery kiss on the back. Gross. His chapped lips feel nothing like Harry's intoxicating soft lips. I begin to drift into the sea of my thoughts before Zayn starts to giggle.

"What?" I ask innocently. I'm always so gosh darn innocent. Harry doesn't make me feel innocent. He makes me feel electrified and strong.

"You zone out a lot don't you, Babe?" Zayn asks, the introduces me to the rest of his jock guy friends and cake faced girl friends. They seem nice, but they have reached their peak by now. Zayn's prominently blonde friends continue to speak about some party they are throwing this weekend and one of them, Mandy, I think? Invites me to go.

"Hey Luna! You should totes come! I could use another hot bitch like you to get more people there!" She snickers after, so I'm doubting her sincerity.

"I totes will Mandy! Sounds like a blast!" I sarcastically spout, with as much enthusiasm I could muster. Zayn laughs, seeming to catch on to my attitude. Lunch continues on, loud girl after loud guy after loud girl. I eat my salad and tell Zayn I have homework to catch up on and he and his obnoxious friends all say their goodbyes. I head to my fifth period class, my holy grail, Advanced Art with Mrs. Matthews. I walk in twenty minutes early like I had yesterday and she happily greets me, exactly as she did yesterday. Her Afro bouncing as she made her way towards my work space.

"Good day, Luna! How have you been on this rainy day?" Her flamboyant speech leaves her plump lips enthusiastically, and she rubs her flawless dark skin. I hadn't even noticed it was raining, too consumed in my delicious thoughts of him.

"It's going well, thank you Mrs. Matthews. How has your day been?" I ask politely, smiling back her.

"Marvelous dear! Fantastic!" She exclaims.

"Glad to hear Mrs. Matthews." I say, stifling a laugh at her ecstasy. She trots off humming a tune I don't recognize and I begin on my "Eye Project". I start with the green, and try to match his exact color. I continue my painting throughout the class period completely into my work, and then the bell rings and I am off to sixth period in no time.

I can't contain the pure bliss I felt as I counted the steps to see him again. When I arrive outside the wooden door, I see Harry through the glass, and he sees me. He sees me, he sees through me, and he sees into my soul. He sees me.

harry.

She sees me.

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