A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

I felt numb, my lips were chapped, and my throat felt dry, my eyes were getting heavy and I was still taking deep shaky breaths. I’ve sat in the comfort of Mr. Styles’ arms all day, the sun was going down, but I couldn’t move.

He still held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth humming a tune every now and then. The memories faded a while back, but the thoughts still are in the back of my head. I hate to admit it, but it felt good having someone know about my situation, having someone there for me letting me cry in front of them for hours without moving.

All these years I’ve kept my feelings bottled up from everyone, just showing my quiet side, it felt amazing just to bread down in front of someone. I feel like I’ve known Mr. Styles for years, I feel like he’s my age, that he’s not my teacher.

Truth is, I’ve known him for about 2 days and haven’t even got a real conversation in without me breaking down. He’s not my age he’s 24. He is also my teacher and just happens to be engaged.

I felt like pushing myself off him, telling him that if anyone caught us, they’d tell or remind him it’s a bit inappropriate for him to have a student in his car. But I didn’t, I stayed put, the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, giving me comfort, giving me this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach I’ve never experienced before.

I can’t say I didn’t know this was wrong because I did, but it felt to right to be wrong. This is the first time in years I’ve never felt alone and I don’t want it to end.

**

It was now completely dark out, me and Mr. Styles hadn’t moved positions. I wanted to open my mouth and speak, but I was too tired to, I was mentally and physically exhausted these past years, finally taking a huge toll on me. I nuzzled my head farther into Mr. Styles shirt as he kissed my head once more.

I felt my eyes get heavier and heavier as they both shut. I felt myself being lifted up and sat in the passenger’s seat, I willed myself to open my eyes and when I did, I was met by a green pair staring back at me.

“It’s alight, go back to sleep.” I let my eyes close as I let darkness surround me.

**

I felt myself being lifted into two strong arms and my head pushed into the hard chest of Mr. Styles. I knew he was walking somewhere from the sound of his shoes against the sidewalk. I pushed my heard further into his chest as I let a little sigh escape my lips.

I tried to open my eyes, to figure out my surroundings, but they felt like a million tons were laid op top of them. I heard someone knock on a door and people started talking, but all I heard was a noise, my ears not properly hearing the words correctly from the people around me.

It felt like someone walking up the steps to something. I was neatly placed onto my bed, still not letting myself open my eyes. My pants were taken off me carefully and my shirt was removed with care. Someone put night pants and a t-shirt on me, then laid me under the covered of a soft bed.

A kiss was placed on my forehead and the lights in my room went out. My hand flew up and caught the hand of the person who brought me to my bedroom. I opened my mouth and let my hoarse voice say as my eyes stayed closed, “please, don’t leave me.”

My hand was dropped and there was some wrestling around then there was a weight beside me. Someone drew me into their hard bare chest as he said, “I’m here, I'm not going anywhere.”

Again, it didn’t cross my mind at the moment that I was now laying in the same bed, cuddled up, with my engaged teacher.

**

I felt wrestling under me and a sigh escaped my lips. I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself off the hard surface of my teachers chest. I looked over at him and saw his sleeping face, his curls going messily in all directions, his lips formed a little pout. He looked peaceful.

If I'm being 100% honest, he's absolutely adorable. Yes my teacher is hot, cute, sexy and adorable at the same time and I thought it was impossible. What he did for me last night was amazing no ones ever really cared enough to stay and give me a shoulder to cry on when I was down. Well except my mother, but she's gone.

I got up from the bed and tiptoed to the door. I opened it a crack, and then the rest of the way making sure I didn't wake the sleeping beauty in my bed. Alright, Juliet, he's engaged, I bet his fiancé is pretty pissed he stayed with me last night...his student.

I closed the door quietly behind me and made my way downstairs.

"Hey Jules" Paris greeted me while walking out the door "Going to school?" school? I forgot.

"No I don't think today.."

"Alright" she opened the door and just before she closed it, her head turned back to me and she smirked "your teacher never came back down last night. Anything to say?"

My cheeks flushed and my eyes widened at even the thought of me and my teacher, having "sexual affairs" in my bedroom last night. Paris shook her head and closed the door. Why… why would she think I would do such things?

I walked in the kitchen and found a note on the fridge 'Paris and Juliet, I left for work early, I'll be home late. Love you lots, Dad.' I scoffed and tossed the note in the trash. Nice, and to think he was finally taking some time off work. He did this when mom died and buried himself in work for 2 years, now Ronan, peachy.

I walked to the cabinet and pulled out the ingredients I'll need for breakfast. The least I can do for Mr. Styles is make him some breakfast. Right?

Harry’s POV

The light streaming through the curtains seemed to go straight through my eyelids as I groaned and rolled over. The waft of pancakes and bacon drifted through my nostrils as I let a smile creep onto my lips.

I pushed myself up from the bed and threw the duvet from my body. I grabbed my clothes from yesterday and put them on. I strode to the bathroom across the hall and pushed the door open, I splashed some cold water on my face and grabbed mouthwash from its places, besides the sink and swished it around my mouth, before spitting it out.

I ran my fingers through my curly locks, trying to tame them, when I noticed a silver thing on my finger. I pulled my hand in front of my eyes and it took me a few moments to realize I was engaged. It’s hard to be engaged to someone you don’t really love.

I let my thoughts drift back to last night and when I had Juliet in my arms and when I cuddled up with her, I felt more alive then I ever had with Karen.

Karen makes me feel weak, but not the kind of weak with my fiancé, the kind of weak at the knees, this little flutter of your heart beating faster, and the butterflies in your stomach. I’ve never got that feeling with a girl before, ever.

I shook my head and frowned, she’s my student, I’m 24, and she’s 18. I opened the door and walked down the steps, the smell of pancakes getting stronger with each step I took. I propped the door open a bit and peeped through, just enough to see Juliet.

She was still in her sleeping attire and her hair was in a messy bun, but she was as beautiful as ever. I held back a chuckle, as I smile when she twirled around the kitchen with the spatula in her hand singing, “I’m just a girl caught in the middle, life is a maze and love is a riddle.” Her voice was beautiful and the way she smiled at the ground made me think more of her.

She was no confident girl, but that’s what made her beautiful, the fact that she doesn’t know makes me smile wider. It makes me want to wake up everyday to this, baking pancakes and dancing around the kitchen, it makes me want to remind her, she’s beautiful all the time and makes me want to give an excuse to kiss her every 5 minutes.

My smile dropped and my heart did a bit too when I was sent back to reality, she's my student. I was about to walk in the kitchen and pretended I didn't just stand here and watch her like a creeper for 5 minutes, but then I got a crazy thought. Teachers and students can always be friends, right?