Professor Styles

Chapter 4

I looked at my watch; 2.05. Okay I am pretty hungry now. 

I decide to leave my book and get some lunch, perhaps I'll find the other girls too. I couldn't understand why they hadn't come back yet. Surely they couldn't all be in lectures still. Maybe they just didn't like me and thought they'd avoid me.

 I walked down the many corridors, I glanced out the old, large stone window, and it is still raining outside. This is bloody shit. I kept on walking down corridors until I found a small, pretty café at the other end of the University. This University is about the size of a village I swear. My small heels clicked along the dusty wooden floor of the café and I take a seat in the corner at a table. 

I look around the room; it's quiet but very pretty and homely. I love it. I order a coffee and a tuna sandwich. After finishing lunch, I sit there sipping my coffee when a very attractive boy came over to my table. "Hey there, I'm Zayn. Would you mind if I sit with you? I hope you don't think I'm weird or anything but just I can't seem to take my eyes off of you." He had a gorgeous smile and caramel eyes. 

"Thank you very much, I'm Elizabeth Middleton." I smiled with warmth. I spoke quietly due to my nerves. I am certain he says that to all the girls, either that or he is deluded. I mean, boys never come and talk to me. This place is so strange.We sat and spoke for at least an hour. He was lovely. Apparently he was an art student. 

Green eyes caught my attention from a distance. Emerald eyes. I could barely make the person out. Is that Mr Styles? Surely not. How long had he been there and was he watching me? With an emotionless expression, he turned and walked away. It was Mr Styles. I look at my watch and realise its 4 o'clock. God time has flown. 

I told Zayn I had to go and walked back to my room. Those green eyes were stuck in my brain. Why did he look angry? It's not like i'm his girlfriend. He has no right.

When I got there Eleanor and Perrie were just sat there talking. "Hey." I smiled at them. "Hey, where have you been all day?" Perrie asked. "We looked for you everywhere." Eleanor added. "I was at this little café at the other end. It was so pretty and cosy." I replied. 

We chatted for about an hour. "Girls, should we all make dinner together? I'm starving." I ask. We make pasta with chicken, bacon and a cheese sauce, and my god it was delicious. 

"I can't believe you said all of that to Mr Styles today." Eleanor said with a shocked tone. 

"Yeah, I heard about that actually, are you crazy? What did he say to you when you were alone?" Sasha added. Her tone had a hint of excitement in it. 

"He just shouted at me a bit," I lied. I avoided eye-contact but continued. "He was so angry! I can't believe he's allowed to talk to me that way." 

"Elizabeth, he can do literally whatever he wants. He always has and always will. No one is going to go against him, unless they have a death wish of course. Which apparently you do." Eleanor spoke calmly. She continued; "Elizabeth, he is an incredibly dangerous man. Be careful. Please." Her tone sent chills down my spine.

Sasha looked at me with a smirk and spoke: "He is very sexy though, there's no denying it. Everybody fancies him. But you can tell he's slept with so many women, and he flaunts around the place like he owns it."

"Well he basically does own it." Eleanor spoke with venom. "I think he does actually own it, you know." 

"I can't believe how cocky and arrogant he is. He truly is an ass and you know what? I think it will do him good to have somebody challenge him. Put him in his place. He bloody deserves it, no matter how much money and power he has." 

"You do know about the rumors, don't you?" Danielle glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. 

"I've heard he used to be part of a -"

"-A gang? She interrupted. "Not quite. Try leader of the Mafia." 

"My dad told me he still is." Sasha added.

"What?" I asked. "How can that be possible?"

"Apparently just the other night he had someone killed. Or did it himself, you never quite know with him." 

I don't know if i believe them fully. Maybe some of it is true. Not all of it. 

"He's unpredictable." Eleanor said in a low voice. 

"mmm" The other grumbled in agreement. 

I'd had enough of this conversation.

I looked at my watch, it said 8.30pm and I felt the sudden urge for a walk. I decide to walk around the area and explore since it seems I'll be staying here a while. I quietly creep down the corridors and walk outside. I walked around for a while just soaking in my surroundings, and getting lost in my thoughts. It's getting really dark now and I can hear my light footsteps on the wet floor. The smell of rain is strong, i find it strangely calming. I find a Costa that's just about to close so I quickly grab a cup of tea and decide to walk back to my room. I'm sure this way is a short cut, I carefully walk through narrow streets, thinking over everything the girls were saying. 

I cut through an alley way. The quaint patter of my footsteps on the rain are sliced with distant screams. The faint noises sound as if they are coming closer. I walk quicker. Moments pass and I quickly glance to my left. I can't believe my eyes, two men are stood back, while what seems like their leader, is beating a poor man, literally beating him. I'm frozen in shock. I've never witnessed anything like this, I really have lived a sheltered life. None of this happens back home.

The leader stops his actions, I can only see glimpses of his back but I think he has dark curly hair. He reaches in his pocket and pulls a small object out. A gun. A small silver gun. I must be close to having a heart attack by now. He turns his head ever so slightly to the side, my thoughts were correct. It is Mr Styles. My heart thumps in my chest as I stare at the scene before me from a distance. He points it at the poor man's body. I can't watch this any longer. I run, fast back to the University and to my safe room. 

 How is this possible? Why would he want to kill somebody? He's an English Professor. A dark, twisted English professor, my subconscious warns. 

I try to calm my nerves, god I wish I hadn't dumped my tea in a bin whilst running back here. I walk through the corridors and finally into my room. The other girls are all asleep. Is it that late? I look at my watch; it is 11.38. I change into my pyjamas, clean my teeth and get in to bed. A thousand thoughts running through my mind whilst I try hard to get to sleep. What is wrong with this place?