mr. styles || h.s ✔

eight

Cora Bailey
I walk into school with the boys next to me, then pushing and shoving each other. I roll my eyes and giggle. I went to bed around 4am yesterday and woke up three hours later but I've never had more energy.

I messaged Harry this morning and we were going to his after school. I knew he was already here because teachers get here earlier than students. Niall helped me cover the hickey, still asking me who it's from.

We all split up, Niall and Louis coming with me with Zayn and Liam go to another class. I had Harry for the first two lessons, then one near the end which is why I was gonna meet with him.

I walk into class, Harry was writing something on the board so which he obviously didn't see me. I also noticed from his side profile, he had black-framed glasses on.

I bite my lip and take a seat, more students talking with each other and walking in. He writes something and puts the chalk down, looking around the room. His eyes meet with mine, his green eyes looking a little tired but he curls his lips in a smile only softly.

He was wearing a floral black button-up, black jeans and tan boots. I look him up and down but keep it sneaky. "Okay class, boring lesson, I know but," he says, making everyone go quiet. "It's an easy one," he says.

He gave us a sheet, it was answering questions to see what we need help with learning. He was at his desk, writing something in his notebook while I had my head down, chin in my palm.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, our eyes meeting which makes us both smile within the silence of the class room. I bite my lip and blindly write on the paper. He grabs his silver mac book, opening the lid and using his finger print to open it.

I read the question and feel my phone buzz in my pocket making me look at Harry who looks at his laptop but I couldn't see what the glare of his glasses. I carefully put my pen down and look at my phone.

Harry: don't look at your phone
and do your work :)

I look at him through my eyelashes as he types without looking, smirking at me through his soft pink lips I miss. I smile and shake my head, replying which his computer ping a noise which makes most students look up Harry swiftly muting it. "Sorry," he says

Me: why make it so hard? ;)

He widens his eyes making me smirk and keep writing on the paper to answer the question.

Harry: to challenge you

I widen my own eyes and look up at him which he just keeps typing on his computer, a hair strand falling onto his forehead.

Me: the work?

He flicks his eyes to the corner of his screen and types in a response.

Harry: well...i'd like to challenge
you in both ways ;)

My cheeks heat as I look at that, biting my lip and I have to look back down at my paper, continuing to write so he doesn't notice he was making me blush. A few whispers where heard and Harry looks up from it.

"This isn't a group task," he rasps, the whispers gone instantly.  "Thank you," he says, everyone's heads going down except for mine. He meets eyes with me and I get butterflies. He winks and I bite my lip before looking down, writing the answer to another question.

Me: i like a challenge ;)

Harry: i'm sure you do ;)

I slowly wet my lips with my tongue, turning my phone off. Whatever that meant, I was liking where it was going. What does he mean he's going to challenge me?

Maybe, he thinks I'm soft and will fold at anytime. But that he doesn't know is that I'm all about the beast within. I've never really had rough sex but that doesn't mean I won't ever have it.

Class went on, we kept looking at each other and smirking as we send messages. At the end of class, I packed up my stuff slowly, for a reason. "Can you hurry up?" Niall huffs.

"Just go, I've got to do something else, I'll meet you in the cafeteria," I whisper which makes him roll his eyes, spinning on his heels and starts walking out the class. Harry rubs the board off and I wait there.

He turns around and looks at me. "You want a challenge yeah?" he says.

"I like a challenge, yes," I nod. He walks over to me, away from the door. He walks over to me and cups my jaw, my stomach filling with butterflies. He leans down to kiss me, soft but making it quick before he pulls away and steps back.

I smile and wet my lips with my tongue again. "I would kiss you again and longer but—"

"It's okay Harry, I know," I smile and nod. "That wasn't supposed to happen anyway,"

"We were quick about it, it should be fine," he smiles. "You should go, I'll see you after school,"

"Okay, bye," I smile. He looks back at the door before kissing me again throwing me off guard. I put my hands on both sides of his neck and pull away slowly so our lips smack.

"Bye," he whispers. I grin and walk past him with my bag over my shoulder. I look at him fixing up a few tables as I walk out the class, down the hall.

"Took you long enough," he huffs making me now roll my eyes.

"Shut up," I sit down at the table we always sit at.

The rest of the day did drag on, Louis was still complaining about being a virgin, Niall complaining he was called ugly, Zayn looking happy so he probably got fucked, Liam and Maya were making out as always, and I was just thinking of Harry.

He looked good today.

I mean he always looked good but everything he did was just...sexy, you know?

By the end of the day, I drove to Harry's. We made it not seem sus in anyway shape or form and we managed to get to his house safely.

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