Devotion || h.s

six

Harry Point of View:

Friday keeps playin over and over in my head. I can't get the image of Brooke off with some other guy after we kiss, out of my mind. I know what your thinking, Harry stop being a dick you were holding hands with some other girl.. but thats a whole different story.

Angeila. Angeila is the girls name. We went to collage together and we had happened to have ran into eachother a few nights before. She explained to me that she had just gotten into town and had no idea whats to do around here, so I offered to take her out and catch up. Not in any kind of love relation of course. We just so happened to have ran into Brooke with some guy at the movies, along with her friend Taylor and who I suspected to be her boyfriend.

The holding hands situation, well all I can say is Angeila wanted to hold my hand I guess. I guess Brooke took that as a another thing, and decided to tick me off, which so worked.

I know I told Brooke we couldn't do anything because I was her teacher, and I hated the fact I had told her that because half the time I wanted to run my hands up and down her defined figure. I'm fucked up.

As of right now, I am sitting at my desk grading papers as the class is reading. I keep clancing up at Brooke. Half the time I catch her staring at me, before she rolls her eyes and lays them back on her book. I want to get onto her for rolling her eyes at me, her teacher, but I dont want her to be anymore pissed at me then she already is.

I look up at Brooke for a minute, as she holds her book in one hand, her other propping her head up as she stares off into space somewhere around the room. I can't help but stare. Her hazel eyes gives aways shes deep into thought and her pink lips look a little chapped as she swipes her tongue across the bottom for a second. Brooke is a very pretty girl and I can't keep my eyes off her. She takes her lip in between her teeth, thinking hard and if we weren't in a room with twenty other students, I would march right up to her and smash my lips on hers. Hard.

Before I knew it, the bell had rung, and the class was filing out. Brooke was startled by the bell, being behind every one else as she packs up.

"Mrs. Allen, can I talk to you please?" I say not looking up at her, but rather at the papers I'm suppose to be grading.

I hear her steps come close and she whispers something to one of her friends before she clears her throat. "Yes?" She says. I look up to her before standing.

"I just want to apologize for Friday night." I tell her and she rolls her eyes once again.

"For reminding me your my teacher? or the part where you were holding hands with another girl. If you have a girlfriend, you probably should of told me at my house." She says with an annoyed pitch in her voice.

"Both. Yes I am your teacher and I'm going to remind you of that, quite a bit. So stop rolling your eyes at me while your at it, it's disrespectful. And She's not my girlfriend, just an old friend who I invited to the movies and she took it as a date and held my hand." Brooke bites her lip as I explain, driving me crazy. "Stop biting your lip." I say sternly.

Brooke smirks before talking. "I mean maybe you should of made that clear, that it wasn't a date because from my point of view I would of thought so too." She shrugs. Brookes jealous and you can see it from the outside. She show's it and I know she's trying rather hard not too.

"And what about you? Was that boy your boyfriend?" I ask putting papers into a folder and grabbing keys.

"No no no. Just a friend." She says and I laugh. So she was trying to make me jealous.

"So you weren't on a date either?" I ask looking up at her. Her eyes meet mine and she pauses for a second. She's nervous. I can tell in her eyes.

"No." She says sternly, before biting her lip. I told her to stop. I walk over to the other side of the desk and stand tall in front of her.

"Brooke, I said stop biting you lip."

"Well you didn't say it very nicely, Mr. Styles." She's playing with me now. She knows it's driving me crazy. This eighteen year old, has me trapped under some kind of spell.

"Brooke." I bring my hand up and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "Stop."

"I should go, I'm going to be late for class. Could you possibly write me a pass?" She say's innocently. This girl know's how to be a tease. I roll my eyes at how now she's being quite annoying from all this playing she's doing and grab a pen and paper writing her a pass.

I hand her the paper and give a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be over later." I whisper in her ear. She nods before heading to the door. "Bye Mr. Styles." and she walks out leaving me to my own thoughts.

Fuck fuck fuck. What have I got myself into? I'm letting this girl walk over me. It's been years since a girl has been able to make me go this crazy and here I am, inviting myself over to her house just so I can see her outside of the school.

I'm insane.

I decide to grab my things and lock my door so I can go home for a bit. I need to do something about this. As I walk through the office and check out, I get a goodbye from some of the young office workers up front. I send them a small smile and wave before exiting the building and to my car.

The whole ride home, I'm cursing myself and running my hands through my hair as the thoughts of Brooke swim around my brain. What the hell am I going to do?