Yes, professor...Don't call me that

Chapter 15 - Henry...

A/N: Hey guys! I know this is a short chapter, but I just didn't know what other way to separate them. Also finally a Natasha POV. I hope you all have a great day!

Natashas POV:

I dropped down on my couch, exhausted and closed my eyes for a moment. It was friday evening and I just got back from the airport. I hated dealing with family stuff, but I couldn't leave my sister alone with it. I haven't really slept since Monday either, because I felt so bad for leaving Henry there like that. She hasn't left my mind since and I'm just worried, that shes mad at me for it...

I texted her Tuesday morning right before I had to get on the plane and then of course, I left my phone here and forgot to bring it. I turned it on and saw a couple of messages, most of them from Henry. I smirked, maybe shes not too mad at me. I played the messages and had a smile on my face the whole time. God, I missed hearing her beautiful voice.

Henry (voice messages):

Wednesday 3am:

Hey Natasha! It's Henry. I mean, of course you know, it's me, cause you can see it on your phone, but...fuck...forget about that part. I'm worried about you, you had to leave in a rush and now you say its a bigger emergency. I hope you're doing okay and I really don't want to be noisy or annoying, but It'd just be a lot easier for me to sleep, if I know what's going on with you. Also I'm sexually very depressed, because you rejected me twice now and I don't know what that says about me...I don't know if you'll be able to convince me, that I'm not the problem, but we should discuss that over dinner and maybe after dinner a little too.

Oh and before I forget, russian definitely landed on my least favorite list this week, because the substitute teacher is just horrible. How can you do that to me? How am I supposed to focus, if I don't have a beautiful red haired woman standing in front of me? God that was cheesy...

Anyways I hope you're okay and I can't wait to see you again. Bye Tasha.

Wednesday 8pm:

Hey! Me again, this time I'm not going to embarrass myself and say who I am, cause you already know. I'm mad! I'm really mad! Why are you not responding? Jokes aside. I'm really worried and I'm sure it's already sounding desperate, so help a friend out here and just send a quick message and I'll leave you alone.

Thursday 8am:

Hey! I come in peace. Please don't report me to the police for harassing you so much. And to be honest, it's your own fault, because you aren't responding to any of my messages. Will you pleaseeeee just respond. Please!! I don't want to appear as a stalker, which I do, if I leave all those messages and you ignore them.

Thursday 12pm:

Hey! Natasha, I'm starting to think that you left, because you didn't want to have sex with me. Is there something wrong with my body? What a way to make someone insecure. You could have just said so, It would hurt less than to think that you left the country and changed your name to avoid sleeping with me...

Friday 4pm:

Hello there! This is starting to get really embarrassing. I also just had russian with my new favorite language teacher and I'm thinking about asking her out. She's definitely more talkative than you are and if you think away 20 years from her 60 years, she is pretty hot and she speaks russian and I'm having a thing for that, so you better respond soon or I'll replace you with her.

(I couldn't contain my laughter, while listening to her messages. God, she is so funny.)

Its around 10pm now and I decided to go find her. I texted her and waited for a respond, but I never got one, so I decided to just walk over to school. She's probably in the art room, painting. She never responds to any of my messages when she's working on something. I put on my coat and made my way over to the school. I walked over the dark and empty campus and into the art building. I checked my phone again for any new messages, but still no response. Then I heard some muffled sounds and voices coming from that boy's, I think his name was Matt, office. How do I know that it is his office? I might have followed Henry there a couple of weeks back and saw them sitting on his couch. I was jealous at the time, but there's no need to be jealous anymore. She's already mine. I took a quick glance through the window, but couldn't see anyone. Then I heard Henry cry out and struggle and tried to open the door. It was locked. „Henry? Henry? Are you okay?" I yelled and bumped into the door. I hit it with my shoulder a couple of times to try and get it open and after a couple of times, I managed to do that. I bursted through the door and when I saw her, my heart shattered. „Henry..." I breathed out.