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Chapter 47

I found love where it wasn't supposed to be.

— Amber Run, I Found

. . . .

The hallways were dark and cold as Violet walked to get to her last class of the day. It was her first day of her second year at Carnell and she was beyond ecstatic to see her friends after so long of being parted from them. The rest of her classes seemed fine. The teachers were bearable and it was her last year at this dreary, boring school.

'How much suffering could I possibly go through?' She thought to herself.

She kept telling herself to make it through this year with passing grades, zero drama, and a clear mindset on what she wanted to do with her life.

The constant reminder that a university was most likely out of the question considering the shit sack of a step father she has. He wouldn't spend anything if it involved Violet's well being. The second he discovered this school, he shipped her off here to get her out of his hair for as long as he possibly could. He could afford to send Violet to such a high-end school, but he simply refused to spend any more money on her. Body essentials and clothes often became an issue for her, but she quickly discovered never to ask the man for money.

But soon enough Violet will realize that money wasn't that big of an issue when she has other things to worry about.

At the opposite end of the hallway, Harry Styles sits at his desk at the front of the class with a clear perception of everything he would be saying to his final class of the day.

The rest of the day had run smoothly and Harry hoped and prayed that this class would follow suit. Everything was following according to his meticulous schedule. He had the pieces of paper with each student's name written neatly on each desk. The textbooks were in neat piles on his desk. He even had a month's worth of work planned ahead.

Everything was perfect.

He scans over each desk and studies the names of each student:

Trevor G. Williams

Sara H. McGuinness 

Violet M. Thomas . . .

None of these names hold any emotion to him, but the instant a certain girl with long chocolate hued hair walks into his classroom his heart thumps rapidly against his tattooed chest. He nervously runs a hand through his short, gelled hair and his palms begin to glaze over with sweat.

He's unsure why he's feeling this way towards a student but he can't help the fire he feels inside of his hollow, dark chest. He hasn't felt this fire since being with his ex. Even then it wasn't as strong as what he feels at that moment.

"Hi. I'm Mr. Styles, and your name is?" He asks with a shaky voice and he's beyond terrified that the young girl has discovered, but she just returns a small, awkward smile.

"Violet Thomas."

"I have you sitting right over here, Ms. Thomas," he gestures to a seat in the third row from the left side of the classroom and three chairs back.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles," and she sits down in her new seat.

Harry awkwardly shuffles away from the gorgeous girl and returns to his small, dreary office to figure out what he can possibly do to hide the growing arousal he feels in his pants.

He repeatedly tells himself that he's not attracted to a student. The minute that he received his teaching license,  he vowed to himself to never be involved with a student. He knew it would cause problems and the risks would be too high. At the time he thought it would be easy to avoid emotional or sexual feelings towards students because of his relationship with his girlfriend, but that plummeted to the ground.