Teaching Harry... | Harry Styles | AU|

Chapter 8

The very sight of Ms Dawson made Harry's heart sink from his chest and hit his stomach with a thud. Yet at the same time, it also made his entire body sore with excitement. His nerve-endings coming to life as his sticky skin seemed to buzz with the anticipation of seeing her. His eyes drinking in every single inch of her as she softly jogged along the same path as him and Jordan. Only she was heading in the opposite direction, which was towards them.

And fuck.

Harry couldn't even believe at first that it was her he was seeing.

Because as she got closer it became very apparent just how much of her Harry could see.

Her deliciously shaped body barely clothed in a pair of black skin-tight cycling shorts and a matching black sports bra.

So much of her on show that Harry, and Jordan for that matter, didn't know where they wanted to look first.

The soft mounds of Harriet's rather generous chest practically bulging out the sheer material of her bra, jiggling slightly with each movement she made. The snugness of her shorts allowing the curves of her wide hips and thick thighs to be on full fucking display. A glimmer of her pale pinched waist peeking out above her waistband, allowing them to see her tiny belly button that nestled against her soft firm stomach. Her curvaceous legs looking glorious as they moved whenever her white running shoes hit the ground.

"Shit." Harry cussed under his breathe when Harriet's eyes locked onto his. Complete shock flashing in her animated eyes as her expression went from one of concentration, focusing on her breathing and pace as she ran, to suddenly washing over with an awkward discomfort. Wisps of her red hair that had slipped from her ponytail clinging to her face, the fiery colour of it beaming under the sun light.

She wanted to carry on running.

Pretend that she hadn't seen Harry and get as far away from the situation as possible.

But she couldn't.

It was too late.

He had seen her, and she had seen him.

So, with the fakest smile she could muster, Harriet slowed down her run until she had completely stopped in front of the boys, pulling her headphones out as she did.

"Harry," Harriet greeted, breathless and high pitched, trying to hide the fact that she felt completely mortified. "Fancy bumping into you..."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, just out of politeness, even though inside he was completely blindsided and utterly nervous. His mind instantly whirling through the humiliating messages he had sent to Harriet just the night before. But before he could even let go of one syllable, Jordan already jumped in.

"Hi, I'm Jordan," He looked down at Harriet with a cheesy wide grin. "I'm not in your class, but I go to Greenland High too. I'm actually a senior, like Harry," he pointed his thumb at Harry, rather too enthusiastically. "But I'm in a different English class. So you've never actually taught me. But I've um, seen you around school..." Jordan then trailed off slowly once he realised how much he had rambled on. His mouth feeling totally uncontrollable as he suddenly became as smitten as a school boy standing in such close proximity to Harriet.

"Oh, that's... nice." Harriet smiled with tight lips and lifted eyebrows. Looking a little awkward as she moved her eyes from Jordan to look up at Harry. The blinding sun causing her to scrunch up her face slightly as she took in the nervous expression on Harry's face.

"You um, out for a run?" Harry asked dumbly in order to fill the few moments of silence that went by, his shoulders shrugging a little.

"Uh... yeah." Harriet breathed out in a soft sigh, her stomach curling due to the almost painful tension. Her lungs continuing to recover her breath, which wasn't easy with her unexpected encounter.