[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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1 month later.
Cora Bailey
Walking into class, I sigh and sit down, Louis on my left and Zayn on my right, Niall in front of me and Liam behind me. "I heard there was a new teacher in history," Zayn tells us, drawing my attention.
"Really?" Niall says which Zayn nods.
"Mhm, I saw him walking here,"
"Was he hot?" Louis asks — only because he's gay.
"I didn't look at him like that," Zayn shakes his head.
"So it's a guy?" I ask, we didn't have many male teachers here.
"I said him didn't I?"
"Yeah, we're just making sure," Liam shrugs.
In the middle of it all, a tall brunette walks in, running his painted nails through his hair, fluffing his nose as he puts his bag under his desk. I widen my eyes, looking at his outfit.
Black skinny jeans, black converses, plain black shirt, and I'd recognise those green eyes anywhere. The class falls silent, some girls whispering. He looks around the room, eyes meeting mine.
My stomach drops to the floor.
He squints to get a better look, so I bite my lip. He picks up a piece of paper, running his finger down it and whispering something to himself.
Oh my god.
There is no way the recent guy I hooked up with is my new fucking teacher? I literally had sex with him not even a month ago and now here he is? He must have moved out of his apartment.
"Okay," he breathes out, swallowing. He grabs a piece of chalk and writes Mr. Styles on the board, putting it on the tray that was on the bottom left of the board. Girls whisper again and I keep my head down. I forgot how attractive he was. "I'm Harry, and I'll be your history teacher," he says, having a husky tone in his voice like always.
I swallow and meet eyes with him again. And it just hit me. I didn't actually ask how old he was, I just assumed he was twenty one, why was he at that club then?
My heart was thrashing in my chest because no one knew that he and I had actually hooked up before. No one can know. If he's a teacher, then how old is he?
I suddenly panicked.
I'm only eighteen, now that it was light in here, he definitely doesn't look twenty one. I stare at him as he talks, probably introducing himself. You have to be at least twenty three to be a teacher, so how old was he?
By the end of the class, I had a gut ache and a head ache from thinking to much about this. He's so lucky I'm not sixteen or that wouldn't be legal. The bell went and I was still zoned out so Niall had to, jab my arm to snap me out of my trance.
