It Only Gets Worse (Harry Styles Teacher)

Surprise

September 20th, 2010.

Shoot me now, I have school today. And I'm hungover. You also have to deal with Mr.Styles. I slipped on my soccer shorts and a vans tee shirt before heading to the kitchen. A few water bottles and beef and broccoli filled my lunch box along with a few Advil to calm this racking headache. I slipped on a pair of Nike Elite socks and my vans, grabbed my black book bag and walked to the bus stop. Ugh why did I decide to drink so much last night? Lana just invited me over after work and I got a hold of some vodka. "Come on just a few shots!" I had begged and she joined, but only for her heartache. Brian cheated on her and I bunch of shit I couldn't care less about because I was drinking away the forever long dinner my mother had with her new fuck boy. The bus pulled up and I say next to Charlie plugging in my headphones to listen to some calming music, even though it was on full blast. As soon as I walked into school a wave of anxiety drowned me. Swiftly, I walked to my locker shoving everything in and heading to home room, with Mr.Styles. He seemed particularly down compared to his usual bubbly personality. Why do you care? You were the one being so harsh on him. Pushing him away. All because you couldn't cope with your own feelings? Stop! This isn't my fault! Oh, but it is. No it's not! You're going insane, of coarse it is. If you didn't have to be such an over achiever you could have avoided all of this. You could just-
"Hey Skye." I looked next to me to find Mr.Styles.
"Hi." I replied. Quickly I pulled out my packet and handed it to him politely.
"Sorry, uh stuff,"
"Don't apologize. I'm quite impressed you even finished it was a lot." He responded while taking the papers with his soft hands.
"Are you alright Skye?" He asked as I looked around, beyond dizzy. I should've stayed home if the hangover was gonna be this bad.
"I-uh, just a little dizzy." I replied not wanting to give him anything to elevate and accusations.
"Oh, understandable. Ya know, if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm here." He said before walking towards his desk. I watched him for a while before the bell rung making my head pound. Damn just throw a cowbell at my head why don't you? Same affect at the moment. I walked to French about ready to leave school. I'm just about done with it.

"Go home already dammit!" Sage yelled knowing I was in really bad shape. I opened my take out box and poured the soy sauce over my rice.
"It's what's best" Liam wrote on his little white board he uses during lunch.
"I can't miss any classes! I'll be so behind and have to stay up worrying about it." I say quite pissed. Its obvious I want to go home but I need to stay and tuff out the four hours of hell left. I took a bite of my rice as Charlie gave me a concerned look, I felt bad for him. He wants to help but because I'm so stubborn he knows not to.
"I'm sorry." I swallowed back my chewed food and incoming tears. Why do I have to be such a pain in the ass? I walked to History with Max, some guy who offered to sit next to me in class. Apparently he was really sweet and smart, but I'm still a little skeptical. Hopefully he gets your mind off of Mr.Styles for a little while.
"Welcome to class guys! I've missed you all and well it's just good to have you back." Mr.Styles announced and it felt as if he was looking straight at me. I drew in my binder trying to get rid of this awkward tension within me. I looked over at Max to see him already staring at me. I ripped a piece of paper out of the binder and wrote on it. Does the side of my head look particularly nice today? I wrote quickly, folding it, then placing it in his lap. I heard a slight chuckle from next to me and I smiled slightly. My attention faced Mr.Styles as he talked about something I basically lived in, the 90's. He brought up Kurt Cobain and just stuff that took my interest. Max tapped me softly and I looked down to see a folded up paper. I opened it and read it discretely. "Just admiring your contracted face. Nice drawing also." I smiled at his awkward grammar and looked at him. He had a defined jaw line with dark brown hair that was a little long but not to his shoulders. Just long enough to have that cool kid aura. Which he lives up to. Max's eyes were a alluring shade of blue and he was a little muscular but not over bearing. I took out my black pen and began to write again. Thats new, the concentrated face part. He tries to look over my arm but refuse and draw a little doodle of me drawing. I fold the notes up again and pass it to him.
"Skye! What's your favorite thing about the 90's?" Mr.Styles asked and I froze. Shit, think quickly. Don't say anything too dumb or that he's already said.
"I liked the way everything was set, not really cheap but affordable and electronics weren't as big and I would love to keep that up." I say softly then mentally slap myself.
"Well thought out." He smiled widely and continued with asking other students. Max handed me the notes and I opened it, "Ugh so much talent, and your smart! Heartbreaker aren't we?" I read to myself and out of the corner of my eye I saw him blushing slightly. Realizing I was blushing also I decided not to comment on his behavior. I drew a picture of me shrugging and wrote a little note. You can't say anything Mr.Perfect. Our little notes continued all class surprisingly and we got all work done. He was a nice guy, for a History buddy. Packing my stuff I was about to walk with Max to my next class but Mr.Styles pulled me aside.
"Your work from over the weekend was amazing! I graded it during lunch and honestly I'm amazed on how well you are doing. I'm just so proud of you just ugh!" He embraced me tightly and let me just say, I'm glad he was holding on this tight my knees literally gave out. I hugged him back slightly and he released me quickly.
"I'm so sorry! That was not professional at all, not one bit." He said obviously beyond embarrassed.
"No, it's fine. I uh, just not use to people hugging me because I did something right. It's an expected thing." I explain as I walk out the door to find Max.

Well after school I went to Max's house because he lived across the street. We completed our mounds of homework by working individually on what we did best and practically cheating on whatever the other did better if that made sense. Anything neither of us understood we worked it out together. Together. Sounds slightly weird.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry to kick you out early but my step mom is home and if she finds out a girl was here in my room she would flip." Max rushed around he closed the door quickly and shoved me in the closet.
"Hello Max. How was your day?"
"Great mom." He said hurriedly. I hope his mom leaves soon I gotta get home too. I heard his door shut and he opened the closet.
"Alright thank you so much. Since it's a one story house you can leave through the window?" Max asked and I shook my head.
"You read my mind." I hugged him goodbye and went to my house quickly. As soon as I walked in, I took of my shoes and flannel leaving me in a tank top and shorts. Maybe I could cook some shrimp for my dinner. That would be good right? I think so.
"Skye? What a pleasant surprise!" I heard from the kitchen. That voice is so familiar but I can't put to finger on it. Ugh not Charlie. Or my moms toy from last night. Then who could be at my house at such a late time? I looked at him slowly and I swear I heard my heart drop.
"Mr.Styles?"

Cliffhanger! So I would like to give a shoutout to an amazing reader and writer @patchesjess ! You are an amazing encouragement for me and thank you so much. I will thank the rest of you but shes eager to read every time I update so yea.