My Professor (Hailee & Female Reader)

Ch 2. Not Hungry

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"Thank you." I thank her before grabbing my things together, hearing her phone ring I choose to leave even without a response back from her.

As I walk out the door. I realize that I've left my phone inside, so I turn back around, spinning on my heels to walk quietly back inside not wanting to disrupt her phone call.

"Niall what do you mean you won't be able to make it? Last night you said you'd be done around eight. I'm tired of this!" I hear her shout down the phone as her eyes well with tears.

I slip on to the row of chairs as I gather up my phone attempting to not listen to the one-sided conversation. She hangs up the phone and I walk further to the front of the room. "Are you okay?" I ask her, my voice clearly startling her.

"Shit I thought you left. I'm sorry." Hearing her swear feels weird. Not the point, focus. She's upset y/n do something.

"Sorry, I left my phone, are you okay?" She nods and smiles as she wipes the tears from her eyes following a few sniffles. "I don't mean to pry but you don't really seem okay." I tell her.

She gulps, both of her hands resting on the desk before she stands up. "I'll be fine y/n. You should really get going." She gives me a tight-lipped smile. She's trying so hard to keep herself together, as she makes small gestures to fix her posture. With no response, I stand there for a few seconds looking into those same hazel brown eyes. I guess if she says she's fine, then she's fine. It's none of my business.

I nod and leave even though part of my body is begging me to stay and make sure she's okay. I head to the library in the building to finish up my work for an hour before making my way home.

Once I'm done, I head to the parking garage where I see her struggling to get into the car, frustration imminent on her face as she yanks on the door handles.

I ran over to her, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Woah. What's wrong?" I ask her innocently as I attempt to stop her from damaging her car.

Again, she wipes the tears that welled up in her eyes, running a hand through her hair. "It's been a long day and my keys are stuck in the car." She groans.

She wiggles the door latch once more as if there would be a chance it actually opened. This woman's having one hell of a day.

"Do you have a spare?" I ask her.

"Oh my god, yes! I'll call my husband." She tells me but something in me tells me that he won't be of any help. Mrs. Steinfeld pulls out her phone and I put my attention elsewhere, so it won't look like I'm prying. But all hope goes away when the call goes straight to voicemail.

She lets out a huff and runs a hand through her hair once more. "Great."

"Hey," I catch her attention. "It's late, it's dark, it's dangerous. I'm not leaving you here so I'll either wait for him to call back or you can come with me, and I'll give you a ride."

"I'll call someone." She pulls out her phone, I see the contact light up as 'Niall', the man she was shouting at earlier. The phone buzzes and Hailee picks up.

"Niall, loo-" Mrs. Steinfeld's shoulders become tense and her side becomes quiet. I bite my lip as I watch her begin to pace. This woman can never catch a break. "No! This isn't about that. I need my spare key." As if the call had become louder, I could hear a faint "I won't be able to make it so figure it out."