My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

What's going on?

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I ran out of the school with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know why I was crying, it just hurt that Louis had said it so apathetic, I guessed. I had really hoped that he didn't regret it even though we were in this shitty situation right now, simply because it had been my first time and it was really important to me even if it didn't seem like it considering I did it with a stranger in a filthy bathroom.

I stopped once I was outside because it was now raining madly. The icy wind caused the raindrops to slap in my face making it even more freezing than it already was. Perfect. Of course I was only wearing my hoodie which was already soaked. At least no one could see my tears anymore.

I shivered and adjusted my backpack on my shoulders before slipping my hands into the pocket of my hoodie even though it was already soaked and there was no use to it. It was raining so hard that I couldn't see further than a few meters only when I squinted my eyes. I forgot my umbrella in my locker, but I didn't want to go back, so I left it where it was and attempted to walk off the school property. This would be the longest walk home in history. I sighed deeply and walked towards the parking lot when I heard faint footsteps behind me. I prayed to god that it wasn't who I thought it was, but I wasn't lucky as always.

"Harry." Louis' voice was directly behind me, but I didn't turn around nor stopped. I ignored him completely as I continued my journey with clattering teeth and shivering like crazy from the cold. "Harry, please." He practically begged behind me. He was following me but I still didn't react and even walked faster, but it was in vain when he grabbed my arm and spun me around. I was shocked because I didn't think he was that close when his chest collided with mine. I recovered quickly and looked at him coldly- at least I hoped I was looking at him that way- and made a step back.

"What?" I snapped. I doubted it had the required effect because of my trembling.

"Do you need a ride home?" His eyes were soft and I almost melted because he looked so cute, completely wet from the rain and droplets fell from his fringe into his eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead. I pushed these thoughts away and stared at him grimly. His face changed to concern when my eyes met his but I didn't give him a chance to say anything.

"No." I said simply and turned again, but Louis grabbed my arm once more and stopped me from moving away.

"Were you crying?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Sick bastard. What normal person was happy when others were crying?

"Why the fuck do you care? Does it make you feel good when your one night stands cry because you don't give a shit about them? Are you a fucking sadist? But just so you know, I wasn't crying, especially not because of you, so don't flatter yourself." I shouted through the rain and yanked my arm from his grip.

He seemed taken aback for a second and his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't say I don't give a shit about you."

"Oh, so you care about me but you regret it? That doesn't even make any fucking sense, Louis!" I was so frustrated with him because I didn't understand what he wanted from me. "Enlighten me." I asked and crossed my arms over my drenched chest.

"I-" He started but couldn't seem to find the right words. My arms fell to my sides and I sighed. I really hoped he couldn't see the pain in my eyes.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You know what? Forget what happened. That's what you wanted, right? I'm your student, you're my teacher. Nothing more, nothing less. If you excuse me now, I'd like to go home." I said but the stinging in my chest took away my breath after saying those words.