My Professor (Hailee & Female Reader)

Ch 3. I'm Titties

I forgot what I was going to name this chapter but enjoy 😭

The infuriating sound of my alarm startled me, reminding me that I hadn't got much sleep. After I drove Mrs. Steinfeld home, I couldn't stop thinking about our time at the diner. The woman invaded my mind and no matter what I did I couldn't bring myself to sleep.

I had closed my eyes but the minute I did so, images of her smile flashed across my mind. Despite everything, waking up to the buzzing sound of my friend texting me was the cherry on top.

Michelle-

Where are you!?

YOU TOLD ME WE WOULD MEET FOR BREAKFAST YOU MORON!

I SHOULD'VE KNOWN!!

I'll meet you at your apartment!

Love you!!

I chuckled at the list of messages she was sending me. I totally forgot about our plans for the morning. Knowing Michelle, she'll hold it against me for a few days then let it go. Although I did mention that I stayed back after class to get some help.

"What's up, bitch!" I jumped out of my sheets as she burst through the door.

"I should've never given you a key." I mumble, a slight groan leaving my lips.

"Get up! I bought you your favorite." She plopped down on my bed. Without a thought I run to the kitchen to see Mr. Wonderful's pancakes on the table.

"Cinnamon stack?" Michelle nods when I slip out the stack of pancakes out of the bag.

"What's got you so tired? You're normally up and about in the morning."

"Remember my Profession Literature class?" I ask, taking a bite of the stack and Michelle nods.

"I stayed behind and talked to Mrs. Steinfeld about the work and she helped me."

"Wait...the Mrs. Steinfeld?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh my God! You didn't tell me she was teaching that class!"

"What's the huge deal?" I shrugged.

"Do you know who she's married to?"' I shake my head not understanding where she's going with this.

"Dude! She's married to Niall Horan!! He's like the #1 hottest CEO in the world." My face makes the shape of an 'o' then into distaste. Then I remember the name 'Niall' flash across Mrs. Steinfeld's phone.

I think back to Mrs. Steinfeld and the amount of distress I heard from her yesterday. Each time I caught her on the phone, she was crying. Even the faint "I won't be able to make it, so figure it out" rang in my head like a bell from a clock tower. On instinct my fists clenched. This guy sounded like an asshole.

I flipped through the pages of the book Mrs. Steinfeld lended me after our study session yesterday. At least trying to remember everything she told me to keep in mind. But my exhausted state threw me off more than anything.

I had been in this library for three hours straight and I really would like a break.

I grab my things and head out of the door. If I'm going to be able to take this retake, I'm not going to get anywhere all cooped up like this.

I stop by the nearest Café before taking my leave to the next class for the day . "Hey can I get a Pumpkin Spice Latte please." I asked the barista. During the fall they have their specials and I've at least tried every flavor so far.