Professor Styles

Chapter 8

I am awoken from my blissful slumber by a ghastly noise; my alarm. 

Eleanor and Sasha are in bed asleep. I can tell that today is just going to drag and be a total nightmare. I don't know how on earth I'm going to be able to look at Mr Styles today after what has happened, I mean he has seen me in my underwear and touched me places he never should have.

I'm going to turn bright red like a tomato when he looks at me. I realise that I didn't even need to wake up yet; I don't have a lecture until 12. Its 9.10am, what am I going to do now? I decide to study until 10.30 then go out for food. After a long and very boring hour of studying, I do my hair and makeup then brush my teeth. It's pretty shitty weather today so I decide to wear tights, ankle boots, a dress and my coat. 

I walk to a small café and order an almond croissant and a coffee. I start to reflect on my time so far here but regret it when I realise what I've actually done here so far. I've been here for 2 weeks and I've been at this university for just over one week. A week, that's all! And I've already been drunk for the first time, I've back-chatted to a professor. Not forgetting that a professor has touched me intimately. My first time getting intimate was with a professor while tipsy. I feel sick. What is happening to me? I feel dirty and used. Never again will I let this happen. 

Shit! What happened to Ashton? All I remember is talking to him and Harry punching him. What the hell, why did Harry punch him? Ahh I need to stop thinking about that night, it's just making me angry. I really must speak to Mr Styles about everything, okay maybe I'll just forget about that idea.

Its 11.45 so I decide to walk slowly to his room, dreading it. I walk into Eleanor and Sasha on my way there, they literally scream with excitement. 

"Where the hell did you go Saturday night? You just disappeared!" Sasha chirps with curiosity. 

Should I tell them? I decide to change the subject and see where it leads. 

"Well where were you yesterday? When I got back, nobody was there!" I reply. 

"Well, when we woke Sunday morning, YOU weren't there so we went to the beach for the day." 

"I see, that sounds nice. Anyway, let's get to class." I reply, happy I got away with not telling them. 

"No no no, you are not getting out of this missy. Now come on, spit it out. Where did you go?" They are both staring at me, waiting. 

"Erm-" 

"Elizabeth, you know you can trust us." I can tell Sasha is beyond sincere. 

"Erm, okay. Well, basically I was drunk so I don't really remember, but um I did end up at um Mr Styles house." 

I decide against telling them most of the details. 

"He just made sure I was safe, that's all." 

They stare at me as if I've just grown three heads. 

"You aren't being serious." Sasha concludes. 

"That's not like him, at all. He isn't a good person, Elizabeth." 

"I never said he was." I defend. 

"Is there something you aren't telling us?" Eleanor asks warily. 

"What? No, of course not." 

"That's all it is, he just let me stay at his the night because I was drunk." I look away. 

"Nothing happened at all?" Eleanor is definitely not convinced. I look at my watch, 

"Eleanor, shit it's 10 past. We're late. Come on." I am in sheer panic mode.