Daddy [h.s]

Two

"History huh?" I slowly blinked, staring at the man before me as he hummed to himself, seemingly deep in thought

I was still uncomfortable to the fact of me needing a tutor, since I'd never needed one before. But, mother was trying to help me, so I pushed all thoughts aside and focused on trying to get my A+ back

"Y-yeah" I whispered, shyly gazing down at the ground, unable to hold the intense contact with his forest green eyes

"Sit" He patted the spot besides him, but instead I settled for the edge of the bed, opposite to him leaning against the bed

"Next time...we're doing this at my place" Har- Mr. Styles muttered under his breath

"W-why?" I questioned, panicking

"None of your concern, darling" He smirked, gazing around my room and narrowing his eyes on the drawer that consisted of my underwear before grinning

"W-what?" I breathed, furrowing my eyebrows

"Is-do you keep stuff in that drawer?"

"Yes?" I nodded, biting my bottom lip

"Hmm...don't you have to start your work?" He suddenly snapped making me jump

I scrambled to get my textbook, flipping to the pages I was assigned to read, nodding towards his question

"Okay, well, read that- I'll just be around" He stood up from my bed and walked around, cautiously gazing at me every few seconds before going back to whatever he seemed to be doing intently

I tried focusing on the words and tried to understand it but it was distracting with Mr. Styles looking back every few seconds. It was when the creaking from one of my drawers was heard did I look up

"Mr. Styles?" I squeaked out, nervously playing with my skirt

"Yes Delaney?" He sighed, running a hand through his long brown hair, turning around to face me and slowly step back, the slam of my drawer ringing through the air seconds later causing me to shrug and cock my head to the side, gazing up at him innocently

"I-I can't focus" A wide smirk found it's way on his handso- face, before he strolled over to me, sitting right besides me. A little too close actually, causing me to fidget and scoot over. I was stopped when a large warm hand clasped over my knee causing my breath to hitch

"Don't" He grunted, his grip on my knee getting tighter before he trailed his hand higher up my knee towards my bare thigh causing me to frown

Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open, Mr. Styles' hand quickly retracting back to his side

"Harry! How's it going? Is she okay, she's not too much trouble is she?" Mother huffed, glancing to me. Mr. Styles chuckled and shook his head

"Course not. She's fine, actually I was wondering if we could have the sessions at my place? She seems a little... distracted around here" Mother hummed, glaring at me before nodding furiously towards Mr. Styles

"Of course, whatever works"

"Perfect" Mr. Styles smirked to himself

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