Chapter 5:
Juliet’s POV
“Smells great,” I jumped and turned on my heels, facing Mr. Styles.
I let my hand drop from my heart and sighed thanking god it wasn’t some masked murder. He chuckled and flipped his hair. Damn.
“So…” He started, shifting in his spot awkwardly.
“Um… I made breakfast: pancakes and bacon. It’s the least I can do for you since you helped me out yesterday.” I awkwardly coughed and stuck my hands in my pajama pants.
“It was my pleasure. You deserves someone, keeping all that bottled up isn’t good you know.” He looked at me with his eyebrows frowned and eyes full of worry.
“I don’t want to be a burden on anyone. I just… it’s just… everyone tells me they’re sorry for my loss or everything will be ok. I just don’t want the pity anymore.”
Mr. Styles took a couple steps toward me and was now standing face to face with me, our noses only inches apart. “It’s a lie.” I raised an eyebrow. “That everything will be ok, it’s a lie. Our parents, teachers, doctors, even our friends tell us everything will be ok, when in reality, it won’t, but I can tell you one thing that’s not a lie… you do not have to be alone.”
“Sometimes it’s easier to be alone, sometimes it’s easier to not let people in so you wont have to experience them leaving… no one sticks around.” I took a deep breath and starred right back into my teacher’s green eyes, “I’m tired of pretending like I’m happy all the time, I want to get over it, I want to forget… it’s just, I can’t.”
“You never really get over it, it just gets easier,” by now out lips were centimeters apart and out foreheads laid pressed against each others.
I moved my eyes towards his nose, then jawline and lips, and back up to his eyes. He was starring directly at my lips. He’s engaged.
It totally slipped my mind he’s my teacher… and engaged. I pulled away and watched as his not hurt eyes watched me carefully as I made my way to the stove.
What was that? He’s my teacher and I’m his student. It’s probably a bad enough thing he’s at my house and slept in the same bed as me last night. Plus, he’s engaged. I grabbed a plate and turned to face him and put on a fake smile.
“Breakfast?”
Harry’s POV
I watched as her brown hair bobbed up and down and her shoulders shook as she laughed. Her hand was in front of her mouth covering her smile, I was laughing along too, letting myself get lost in telling her the story of the time my pants ripped during school when I was teaching once.
“Oh my gosh! Are you serious?”
I chuckled and nodded my head, “Dead serious, I learned my lesson: never to wear skinny jeans to school again. Some girls asked me if I needed their help. I face-palmed and she was sent into another fit of laughter.
This time she was clapping her hands and no sound was coming out of her mouth, her eyes were squeezed shut. The sight in front of me is absolutely adorable Juliet is absolutely adorable. Everything about her, she’s just so…I can’t put my finger quite on it she’s just… adorable.
I chuckled and let a grin slide across my face as she finally settled down and was trying to catch her breath.
“I think I’m crying,” she whipped imaginary tears away from her face. “I’ve probably got abs.” She let her hand fall to her stomach and grinned.
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A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Teen FictionIt wasn't supposed to happen like this. No one was supposed to find out. I've always been the good girl, got good grades. I've always listened to what my head told me to do, what was the smarter thing. But this time I listened to my heart. It's funn...