Teacher |H.S.|

fifteen

GEORGIE

I'm being woken by a ray of sunlight that slips through the curtains and lands onto my face. After letting my eyes adjust to the light, I can finally see clearly and take a look around the room I'm in.

Harry insisted on me sleeping in his bed, I was fine with that but when he told me that he would sleep on the couch, I felt rather confused. He literally just ate me out, twice, on the kitchen table but he can not sleep in the same bed as me? Maybe it's too intimate for him.. I respected his boundaries and slept on my own. It's probably best that we don't cuddle anyways, wouldn't want to get too attached.

As I slip my legs from under the covers and sit myself on the edge of the bed, I feel the cool air hit my skin and it makes me shiver. That's what I hate most about getting out of bed, getting from underneath your warm blanket.

Yesterday, Harry gave me one of his shirts to sleep in and even handed me some of his boxers so I would be comfortable. I think it was just an excuse to keep my underwear but I'm not going to complain, I love wearing his clothes. Never thought he'd be the guy to have band tees in his closet, but it isn't the first time he surprised me.

I make my way downstairs, carefully and kind of scared because I have no idea what Harry I'm going to get this morning. Like I said before, he changes moods so quickly and I'll never know in which one he'll be.

What if he regrets last night and is angry?

When I enter the living room, I don't see him anywhere but I do get greeted by Charlie. His tail is wagging like crazy as I'm petting him on the head. I squat down and get a few kisses in my face from him which makes me laugh and push him away. I appreciate the thought but I don't want my face to be full of his saliva.

I walk further down to the kitchen and hope to find him there, I'm getting more nervous with the second. However, my nerves are eased when I see that Harry is making some coffee and humming a song to himself.

You can't be humming to yourself when you're mad, right?

"Goodmorning."

Harry seems startled, he jumps a little as he turns himself around but then smiles as his eyes land on me. He's dressed in the same sweatshirt like yesterday and some gray sweatpants. Seeing him in comfortable clothes does something to me.

"Goodmorning, sleep well?" he asks.

"I did, how was the couch?" I fire a question back.

"A humbling experience." he answers me.

"You didn't have to, you know.. I'd gladly taken the couch." I tell him, slowly moving closer towards where he's standing.

"That's not what a gentleman does." Harry turns himself back around so he can pour some coffee in the two mugs he got out of the cupboard.

I move even closer towards him, placing my hands on each side of him on the counter so he'd be locked in. Harry notices my hands and then turns himself around, he doesn't have much space considering I locked him in but he makes it work.

"A gentleman, really?" I chuckle, eyes locking with his green ones.

"Have I not been a gentleman to you, Georgie?" Harry asks, dropping his head a bit so it would be closer to mine.

"Oh you have.. definitely when you took off my panties and stuffed them in your pocket." I tease him, trying to provoke a reaction out of him.

Harry runs his tongue over his teeth, giving me a look that lets me know he's irritated by me. I try my best not to smile as I keep my eyes locked with his, it's very intense for a second and I would almost forget the fact that he's my teacher and I just spend the night at his home. However, it's to late now to hold back, our relationship is already fucked up.