Coach Styles (h.s.)

Five

"What are you doing here? I thought you had friends over!" Quincy asked confused and I turned to her.

Her brother was standing next to our table smiling down at me and then looked at his sister.

"Yeah they'll be coming later. Thought I would come get a coffee and now I'm here." Then he turned to me.

"Mind if I sit down Ava?"

"Yes actually" Quincy interrupted. "Please leave, Zayn."

"I-I don't mind, Quinn. He can sit down if he wants to" I smiled awkwardly and seconds later Zayn plopped down in the seat next to me.

I couldn't even focus on what Quinn was talking about. To be honest I was really distracted. I could practically feel Zayn's eyes taking me in from head to toe.

"and then I was just about to fall asle-"

"What are you guys up to?" Zayn rather rudely interrupted his sister not taking his eyes off of me.

"Why do you care?! Like seriously Zayn can't you just piss off, I'm trying to spend some time with my friend!" Quinn snapped earning a glare from Zayn.

"So?" Zayn pressed on ignoring his sisters statement.

"Uh- nothing, I think. Why?" I glanced at Quinn who looked at me then turned to Zayn with a questioning look.

Zayn just shrugged and pulled something out of his backpocket.
A note? What?

"Here. There's a party tonight. I hope I'll see you there." He smirked before standing up and my eyes widened.

"But, I don't-"

"Atleast try to come, yeah?" he smiled grabbing his jacket and exciting the coffee shop without letting me answer properly.

"You've got to be kidding me" Quinn glared after him and I just shrugged still not sure what the hell just happened.

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"Alright ladies off to the shower, I'll see you tomorrow at practice alright? And don't you dare be late again, Ms. Baxtor."

"Yeah, sorry coach" melissa mumbled before stalking off.

Practice had been even worse than the last couple of times and I wasn't able to do anything right since my ribs hurt like crazy. Guess why.

I almost reached the door leading to our lockerroom when a loud voice made me freeze on the spot.

"Ms McCall, can you please stay back for a second?"

"Y-Yes Sir."
He didn't even look at me when he walked towards his office making me follow him quietly. My heart was beating like crazy and I didn't know if I should stay or run.
To be completely honest, I was kind of scared of Mr. Styles.

"I've noticed you haven't really been participating. May I ask why?" His back was still facing me as he closed the door quietly. My head hung in shame and I did not find a word to somehow justify myself.

"I-I'm sorry Sir."

" I believe that is not an answer to my question now, or is it?" He scoffed silently making me shake my head. I didn't dare look up at him.

"Tell me what's wrong" his damanding voice made me shudder slightly. His loud footsteps echoed in the room while he neared me and I couldn't help but cower back.

What was he doing to me?

"I-Im sorry, Sir."

"What are you-" he reached out and tried to touch my arm when I finally snapped and started screaming.

I felt his hand cover my mouth and him trying to hold me in some kind of comforting way whispering for me to calm down but I couldn't concentrate on his words.

My screams were muffled while I was trashing and turning in his hold making him squeaze me to his chest shushing me.

"Shh. It's alright, calm down. I'm here." He whispered holding me close until my loud screams turned into small sobs.
I buried my head in his chest, the faint smell of cinnamon invading my senses and calming me down immediatly.

When I finally realised what was actually happening I pulled away from him looking at him to see his beautiful eyes wide from shock.

I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it, his face showing no emotion at all.

"This kind of behaviour is not appropriate, Ms McCall. What were you thinking? I'm your teacher and in no postion to comfort or protect you, do you understand? If you ever behave like this again, there will be consequences. Is that clear?" Was he serious right now? He was the one who held me. Who comforted me. What the h.ell is his problem? I wanted to scream at him for acting like this but I kept my mouth shut.

Of course he doesn't care about you, you idiot. He's your goddamn coach.

"Yes Sir. I am sorry." I whispered.

"You may go now." He said and I turned around ready to leave the room when I heard him call my name again. My breathing stopped for a second before I turned around slowly.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this encounter. These past 20 minutes have never happened. Are we clear?"

"Yes Mr Styles."