[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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Cora Bailey I look at him kneeled down in front of me. The man I have grown to love holding my hands, rubbing his thumbs over the top of them as I let a tear roll down my cheek.
His dad really doesn't like me. I heard Harry trying to defend me but I still got called a slut, for dressing like I was and for dating Harry. His mom isn't a fan of me either and neither is his sister. His whole family doesn't like me, because of my age.
His dad not only pointed out Darcy but made sure to point out the word dead and daughter in the same sentence. I watched Harry's heat break right then and there. That is a sensitive topic for him and his dad just threw that in his face.
He then called us disgusting and me a toddler. That was a sensitive thing for me because I've tried to see past our age many times but now I realise that we aren't mean to be.
His dad is right though.
If we're still dating in the future and we decide to have a baby, I'll be 26 and he'll be in his late thirties. The age gap just doesn't work. It never will. I can't keep being told I'm to young for him, or getting disgusting looks by people because he looks like my older brother or something. I saw the way people were looking at us when we went on the date.
I love him, and I don't want to hurt him but I can't keep doing this. It was never meant to be.
"You're none of those things baby," he whispers which makes me close my eyes and swallow so a tear rolls out of my other eye. "He's just a rude bastard, I wish Gemma never told him about us, because of this reason,"
I shake my head, more tears filling my eyes. "I'll never forget the way he looked at me, either," I whisper, my voice cracking, my throat tightening. "He made me feel like I am a slut for wearing this,"
"This is all my fault, I'm so sorry, you're not a slut,"
"It's not your fault," I shake my head, breathing out. "But I can't do this anymore," I peel my eyes open, his looking into mine and as soon as those words left my lips I could see his throat tighten too.
"What do you mean?" he asks shakily.
"No one wants us to be together Harry," I say, my voice cracking still.
"Who cares what people think—?"
"Me," I look at him, his eyes confused. "I do, you just look my older brother so when we kiss in public I get a look and it's not a good one,"
"People are judgy and they jump to conclusions before they even know what's going on,"
"I know that but like your dad said," I sniff. "If we're still together in the future, and we want to have a baby, I'll still be so young and you'll be in your late twenties,"
He blinks at me, still holding one of my hands.
"This whole relationship is a red flag," I shake my head, tears rolling down my cheeks.
