Harry Styles Imagines

In the club

Attending university has always been an escape for you. It meant starting fresh without knowing anyone and having the opportunity to meet new people. In the four years that you have attended, you have managed to meet an excellent group of people who have become some of your closest friends. Although the workload was tough at times, you wouldn't change what you have experienced for anything. You have done so many things throughout these four years attending but one thing that caused butterflies in your stomach was the secret fling that you had with your literature professor, Mr. Styles.

The day you walked in on your first day of class you could not believe your eyes. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Every girl in his class had a crush on him and always tried to flirt or capture his attention. Of course, being the professional that he is he ignored it. Due to being afraid to say or do anything you laid low and minded your business. You went to class, did your schoolwork, and tried not to draw attention. This caught his attention though. Every other day he saw the way you snuck into the classroom and took a seat right in the middle where he saw you perfectly. He saw how you paid attention to his every word during the lecture and how you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration while taking notes.

With every assignment you submitted, he would write cute comments on how well you did. At times, he would write down his opinions on your choice of topics on your written assignments to challenge you. For a while, your notes to one another were passed back and forth with every assignment that was given. Notes then turned to stolen glances and small smiles here and there. Everything then turned into him asking you to stay after class. The first time you were nervous and rejected the invitation. Then, you accepted, deciding to have some fun.

These secret meetings after class were innocent at first. You both spoke about the different books you enjoyed reading and what he enjoyed. You also got to know one another little by little. You were able to see a different side to him that no one else knew and that, for some reason, turned you on. With every class you had, you dressed up more for him and he noticed. With just one look he gave you, he would pin you to your seat and make you feel hot.

During today's lecture, you could not keep your eyes off him. His trousers fit perfectly, and his button-down shirt fit so nicely against his toned body. His hair was not too long compared to the last class which meant he got a trim. He wore his reading glasses today which he knew you liked. "Alright class I think that would be all for today's lecture. No homework will be assigned today so you are all free to enjoy your weekend. You're free to go," he dismisses the class. You sit back, your legs crossed over the other and watch as the students stand up and make their way out of the classroom. As to not raise suspicion, you slowly gathered your stuff and waited as the last few students exited.

You watch him slowly walk to the door and close it before locking it, shutting the blinds on the small door window. Leaning back on your seat, you watch as he walks up the small stairs of the classroom until he is finally standing in front of you. "Hi," he whispers making you let out a small chuckle. "Hello Professor Styles," you look up at him, your gaze meeting his. These beautiful green eyes that you have learned to love. "You know, I'm not sure if having you in my class is a blessing or a curse," he says crouching down to your level. His voice went down an octave as he took you in with his eyes. "Well, if you think it's a curse, I have to apologize since I am obligated to take this course," you say. A small smile played on his lips, his hand reaching up to touch your knees. He started tracing small circles on your thighs, the touch making your breathing pick up, but not enough to raise any suspicions.

"You're a distraction in my class," he says. "I'm just sitting here," you say. "Yes, but your beauty is a distraction. Your presence," he whispers, leaning closer to you with every word he says. "You look at me as I give my lectures...I can't keep my eyes off of you," he whispers, your eyes fixating on his lips, and then eyes. "I can't keep my hands off of you," he says, his lips barely touching yours at this moment. "H-Harry," you whispered right before he placed his lips against yours.