Teacher |H.S.|

twenty-four

HARRY

I hate teenagers.

They are loud, messy, like to create drama and always seem to have a reason to cry. That's why I wasn't excited at all to become a teacher, I like literature so I'm glad I get to be an English teacher but that's also the only thing I like about this job.

I'm standing in the door opening of my classroom, looking at all the students who are walking through the hall. I glance over at the watch that's around my wrist, it's only five more minutes till the bell rings and I haven't seen Georgie yet.

I don't want her to skip another day of school.
Not that I would know what to do if she came to class. I'd have to act the same like I did when she was at my place, even though I don't want to. I need to create more distance between us. I can't allow her in.. because once I do, I'll lose myself again.

I just want to find out how she's doing, because I keep thinking about her and it's driving me insane. Not because I care about her, but just because.. Ah, fuck it.. it is because I care about her. That's the problem, I care too deeply about her.

Niall is standing at the lockers, talking to that black haired girl who I don't remember the name of. I could ask him, find out if he heard from Georgie, but I also don't want to find out just how close he is to her. I would hate the fact that he knows more about Georgie than I do.

Class is going by smoothly, I gave them a reading exercise so I wouldn't have to teach because I really don't feel like it today. Georgie hasn't shown up yet, I'm starting to worry and once I realise that, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I normally don't feel feelings, I haven't been worried about someone for what seems like ages so it feels so weird to have that feeling back inside of me.

Knocks on the door, the students look up and turn their head to see who's entering the classroom and so do I.

It's Georgie.. She walks inside, her hair covering most of her beautiful face as her arms are crossed over her chest, she seems to want to hide from the world.

"I'm sorry I'm late." she mumbles, still not looking up but just walking towards her desk in the back of the class.

For a moment, I forget that I'm the teacher here. I'm too much in my head, worrying about Georgie what I shouldn't be doing but I can't seem to stop myself. I'm analysing her every move, trying to read from her face if she's mad at me or not. Well, I did basically kick her out of my place but I had a good reason. Still, she might be mad at me for that.

"Read the papers on your desk, the task is explained there." I tell her, keeping it short.

As I speak out those words, she looks up and makes our eyes lock for the first time in a few days. God.. I missed looking into them. Georgie nods, however I don't like the way she does it. So cool, careless and distant. I quickly break our eye contact, considering I'm the teacher here and I can't have anybody catch me staring at her.

When that bell finally rings and dismisses the pupils from my classroom, I couldn't be happier. I stand tall behind my desk, watching as they pack up their stuff and then leave. They can't get out of here quick enough, I need to talk to Georgie. However, as I finally want to head over to her, I see that she's being approached by another student named Jason.

He's trouble, I know he is.. but I can't even intervene because the group of girls that always sit in the front are now standing before my desk.

"Mister Styles," the blond haired says, it doesn't sound as good as it does when it comes out of Georgie's mouth.

She goes on rambling about some project I gave them, she still has about two more weeks and so I have no idea why she has already started that assignment. I try to understand what she's asking me, which is hard considering her girlfriends are standing behind her and they're giggling everytime I lay my eyes on them.