birds // hs

1. 30 *

Beginning of part two!!! This part will be all about their relationship while Rachel is in college and their life after that :) enjoy! xoxo

"Don't worry, baby," Harry assured me with a sleepy grin, his hair still messy and his naked body covered only by the sheet. "You're going to do fine."

"W-What period do I have you?" I asked as my trembling hands gathered my books up.

"Third."

Third...I can make it to third I thought to myself. Third wasn't so bad.

"Stop making that face," he ordered in a tired voice. "It's just like any other class, baby girl. Now hurry up or you're going to be late."

"Alright, I'm going," I muttered more to myself than him. "See you later."

"Wait, wait a second!"

I poked my head back into his dark room and smiled. "What?"

"You forgot my kiss."

I rolled my eyes but leaned down anyway and pecked his full lips, which only led him to grown and whine when I had to pull away.

"I love you!" I called as I walked towards the front door. "And have a good day!"

*

My first two periods were advanced algebra and organic chemistry. In other words, the two most difficult classes ever invented.

But when third period rolled around, I felt like I could just explode with happiness.

Since I was thinking about becoming a teacher of some sort, I had been assigned to a teacher for student teaching every other day. I conveniently got assigned to Harry, which he claimed was just a coincidence. I think he requested me.

He said that would be unprofessional.

I still think he requested me.

I hurried to his class and arrived at least fifteen minutes early, so the room was empty. Thank god.

Harry had his head down sorting through some papers when I got there so I just leaned in the door and watched him, until finally he looked up and gave me a big grin.

"Hey there, sunshine. How has your day been?"

"Um, kind of bad actually," I replied with a frown. "I had to leave second period twice to go throw up. I think I caught something."

"I'm sorry," he murmured, kissing my forehead softly. "Are you okay to teach today? We can always just tell them you're sick and-"

"No, no, I'm fine," I assured him. "I'm ready. I made all these fun PowerPoint slides with pictures and stuff."

I realized he was just staring at me, a look of complete bewilderment on his beautiful face.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, darling, it's just that...well, these kids are nineteen years old."

"Yes, and?"

He just laughed and shook his head a little. "Nothing. Forget I said anything. Are you ready now? The kids should be here any minute."

"Yes, I'm ready."

I sat in Harry's chair and scooted it out to the front of the room, right in front of the little step that separated the teaching platform from the desk area.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" He pouted playfully as I spun around in the plushy leather chair. "I have a bad knee, you know that."

"There's a chair right there," I smiled sweetly, nodding my head towards a small chair in the corner.