WHO WILL WIN H.S and L.H AU

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Aubrey's Pov:

Class was distracting to say the least. I didn't really learn anything as I was too captivated by my professor's thick English accent, long curly hair, emerald eyes and the list could go on forever.
Still in a daze I hear a faint ringing go off. It is the bell signalling that class is finished and also I have to talk with my smoking hot professor. 

After the last student leaves the forum I walk up to the professor wiping my sweaty hands on the sides of my shorts because I am nervous which would be an understatement to be honest.
I stand in front of his desk watching him write something down on a pad of paper until something catches my eye. It's his lanyard that has his name written on it. 'Harry Styles' it says. Hmmmm Harry Styles, Harry Styles, Aubrey Styles. Yep defiantly works. 

I shift my gaze from professor Styles name and back onto the man himself. Professor Styles sounds so sophisticated and smooth as it rolls through my head many times. I just want to keep saying it.
Finally he is done writing and looks up to me whilst getting out of his chair to rest his long body on the side of his desk. He crosses his arms across his chest and takes a deep breath through his nostrils making them flare out a little. How can a man look so hot whilst putting suck little effort into it. Much like Luke. Oh shit Luke I have totally forgotten about him this whole lesson. I suddenly feel a rush of embarrassment come to my cheeks and look down as I realize I shouldn't be having these thoughts about other people whilst going out with someone who I say I love. Which I do.

I look back up to see the professor Styles staring at me. I try and put the thoughts of Luke in the back of my mind. After this I will deferentially get a tub of ice cream and sit down thinking about how fucked up my mind is. 

"So Miss Aubrey, you do realise that it is not acceptable to be late to class" I hear his godly voice say. I just nod and chew on my bottom lip, really not wanting to cause any more problems. 

"Why don't you say something. Are you mute for god-sake" He says to me. I feel scared shitless and once again just shake my head but realise he wants a spoken response.  

"No professor I am sorry I didn't mean to be late time just sort of slipped from me." I say with puppy eyes to make my case more convincing. 

"I accept your apology and do not ever expect you to be late again other wise there will be repercussions" professor Styles tells me in a very authoritative tone. 

"Yes sir" I say and fiddle with my hands. 

"Look Miss Aubrey I don't want us to start this year on the wrong foot. You seem like a lovely person and are deferentially very pretty." Woah did my professor just say that no way this must be a dream fuck I can't believe it. 

"Arh thank you sir you are very pretty too." I say back. Wait what the fuck why did I just say that he is pretty. He is not pretty that's so not manly and deferentially not a complement. God this is very embarrassing this is so typical of me I am such an idiot. 

However Professor Styles start to chuckle at my comment which only makes me feel more embarrassed but sort of relieved. I have got to get out of here other wise another stupid thing will come out of my big fucking mouth.

"I should better go don't want to be late for my next class you know," I say sarcastically actually sounded really rude making this situation 10 times more awkward. Good work Aubrey. By the look on professor Styles face though he didn't take offence it. In fact his expression wasn't very readable but didn't pay a lot of attention to it. I than turn around and start to walk to the exit when a question pops up to my mind that I just must know the answer to. 

"Professor Styles, are single right  now?" I ask. I know there are better ways to find this out like checking his fingers for a wedding band or stalking any social media. But I rather just get to the point rather than sugar coat everything.