Teacher |H.S.|

twenty-nine

Sorry for the wait!!
As an apology, I made this cute ass chapter
so enjoy <3

GEORGIE

A wave of hot air hits my body as I take a step out of the plane. It was a long flight but we made it. Luckily, I got some sleep up there in the sky otherwise I'd be a nightmare to hang out with. I always need to catch a good amount of sleep or else I can't function properly throughout the day.

The sun hits my eyes, making me squint. It's only when I'm halfway down the stairs that I realize I have my sunglasses pushed on my head. I let them slide down onto my nose and then run a hair through my hair, feeling some sweat form itself on the back of my neck.

Harry is the first one to be back on the ground. As I reach the final step, I see how he puts out his hand for me to hold. I smile, placing my hand in his and fighting the urge to jump him and shower him with kisses. Sweet Harry might be my weakness.

"It's hot here.." I mumble, fanning my face with my free hand as we make our way towards the building laying in front of us.

"We can go for a swim once we're at the house." Harry responds to my words, his hold on my hand is firm and strong. He can now show me affection in public and I should've known that would be a big thing for me, it makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

Before I can ask if that means he owns a house here, we walk into the airport and I get distracted by my surroundings. Harry doesn't let go of my hand, he's secure in his steps and knows just where to go. It's fun to not have to worry about anything.

After getting our luggage brought to us by some stewards, we make our way further into the building. We get towards the arriving hall, I can see family and friends waiting for their loved ones but my eyes stay put when they go over a man in a black suit. He's holding onto a paper, one that spells out 'Mister Styles'. This all feels very serious and movie-like. It's weird but I'll have to get used to this fancy way of living, because apparently that's how Harry lives.

The guy starts a conversation with Harry, this after greeting me nicely which I very much appreciated. When the men are talking, I get distracted and my mind wanders towards home. Mainly my thoughts are about my family, the ones I left behind so easily.. They must be worried sick, I feel awful.

Harry is deep in conversation, something tells me that this man works for him and he hasn't seen him in a while, it seems like they're catching up. I let go of his hand and it earns me a side glance from Harry to see if I'm alright, I give him a smile and it assures him enough to get back into conversation.

Once my phone is in my hand, what I thought would be a full notification screen is completely empty. A sad feeling originates in my chest. I can't really allow myself to feel bad because I chose to leave but it hurts, I thought they'd at least text or call me about my whereabouts.

"Georgie." Harry wakes me out of my thoughts by cupping my face with the palm of his hand.

I fake a smile, not wanting to let him see that I'm upset but he sees right through my lies. I should realize that lying to him isn't cutting it anymore, he sees right through them. At least the ones I allow him to look at.

Harry's eyes dart down to the phone in my hand, clearly noticing the blank notification screen. I can tell by the pity filled look that goes through his eyes when he looks back up at me.

"Put the phone away, Doll. You don't need anyone else but me." he makes that last sentence sound playful and it's the wink supporting his words that is enough to make me laugh.

I shut off my phone, placing it in the backpocket of Harry's jeans. My move makes it possible for me to let my hands linger on his ass. A smirk forms itself onto his face and I can't help myself from putting on the same expression. Harry leans forwards until his lips brush against mine, I chuckle and tease him by pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and then pulling back. It earns me an eyerole before he grabs my cheeks with his right hand, smooches them together and then presses a kiss on my puckered lips.