Mr.Styles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Sadly, I was awoken from slumber by a slight shaking of my shoulders, I yawned and attempted to open my tired eyes. Once I did I was met with a dishevelled looking Mr. Styles- he had dark circles outlining his eyes looking like he hadn't slept at all. I tried to ignore the leap in my chest when looking at him but it was like trying to ignore an explosion.

"What time is it?" I asked trying to make it seem less-awkward.

"6, I thought I would wake you up so you could go home and get ready for school." He said smiling a little bit- I like his smile; it's like it could light up a room- oh my god what is happening to me.

"Oh thanks." I smiled back sweetly. I think this the first time we have had literally nothing to say to each other and that's honestly scary.

"There's breakfast in the kitchen." He stood up and led me into the kitchen silently. I looked at the food on the table- a couple of pieces of toast and a cup of coffee in the mug I always have it in.

"I may as well keep that mug I use it so much." I laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. It was a plain mug, black which says 'I hate mornings'- pretty accurate if I am honest. He chuckled slightly but it wasn't enough to relieve the tension. I ate some toast and finished off the coffee and the inevitable conversation seemed farther and farther away.

"Okay, this is ridiculous. We need to talk about last night." I rambled.

"Was it a mistake?" He asked and I won't deny the sinking feeling in my stomach, the kiss last night felt so freaking good but I know it's wrong- it's so far past wrong its illegal.

"Yes." No.

"I'm glad you agree." He said with a monotone voice and a blank expression.

"You're with Miss McKenzie and you seem to really like her." I rambled again.

"Yeah I do." He said once again with a hard, blank, cold expression.

"Exactly, I am not that type of person I don't want to come in between you and her."

"Yeah and anyways you're the student I am the teacher- it is illegal and there are no feelings there what so ever." That hurt like hell; he made me seem so insignificant.

"None." I replied. I don't think I have feelings for him but I can't deny the pit in my stomach that is forming with every word he says.

"Well I'm glad we got that cleared up, thank you ever so much for looking after me but I need to go home now. See you at school." I picked up my things and walked out of the apartment. I pressed my back against the door almost banging my head on the wood. I faintly heard a shout and crash coming from inside, as much as I wanted to go back in a see what was up but I can't.

Once I had got home I had a quick conversation with my mother to see if she was stable- she was and thankfully my father hadn't returned home. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water wash away last night- if only that were possible! I straightened my hair and put on my makeup. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white short- sleeved jumper and an army jacket, I slipped on my combat boots and then grabbed my school bag and all my essentials to get me through the day. Kissing my mother goodbye and making sure she was set for the day.

School felt foreign and weird. I felt sick walking through the hallways and knowing I have to sit in that classroom and pretend Mr. Styles doesn't have some (no matter how small) sort of effect on me. A has been quiet which worries the hell out of me- it's not relieving because its silent and I don't have to worry about it, no it's petrifying; I don't know what they are up to or what they are planning so yeah I am a little scared. Also, I haven't spoken to my friends all day either and they haven't bothered to say anything which is good; it means I don't have to lie or try and worm my way out of it.