Falling For My Teacher

13: Harry

"So what happened to Niall?" Spencer asked as she took a seat next to me in the theater room. "I mean you two were so cute."

"I just felt like.. It wasn't working. Don't get me wrong I love him. I'm in love with him. But I don't know," I replied. "I have Harry now so."

"Speaking of Harry," she whispered.

"Oh RYAN!" I heard Harry yell. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me towards his chest. "Hello my love."

"Hi," I giggled pressing a small kiss to his mouth.

"Okay. We have White Chicks and The Hangover. Which one?" Bronson asked as he entered the room with bags full of random stuff.

"White Chicks first," Spencer replied. "Then The Hangover."

"Got it." Bronson walked over towards our massive stereo station, pressing random buttons for sounds and picture. He was good with that thing. Only think I knew how to do is set up the radio and watch cartoons. I set the thing on fire if anything else happened.

"Babe?" Harry whispered half way through the movie.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna take you on a date," he said as he played with the small rings on my fingers.

"That's our cue to leave," Spencer said, pulling Bronson out of the room.

"Where to?" I asked as I faced him. He wasn't making eye contact and I knew for a fact he was nervous. "Harry why are you nervous? I'm pretty sure we could consider those arcade hang outs as dates right?"

"I want this one to be special though," he said above a whisper. He was being so adorable. "Dinner. I want to take you out to dinner."

"Dinner sounds good," I smiled up at him. He lifted his head, smiling as his dimples showed.

"I love you," he said kissing my nose. I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck. We laid on the couch, intertwined as we each stole kisses from one another. Nuzzling my head into his neck, he would tickle my sides slightly making me squirm. "God you're adorable."

"And have to get ready for a date," I winked. I crawled off of him, leaving him to leave on his own. Once I heard the door close, I screamed making Spencer and Bronson run in.

"What happened?" Bronson asked as he held a bat in his hand. "Did that Harry kid hurt you?"

"What?" I asked as if he was stupid. "No! But..I HAVE A DATE!"

"What?" Spencer and I screamed and jumped around as Bronson left the room. "Okay. You need to wear something cute!" She started going through my closest as I sat on my bed. "Okay. So dinner I assume?"

"Yeah," I replied, butterflies fuming.

"Okay. This," she said pulling out a skin tight black dress. It had sleeves down to my wrists, bottom stopping mid thigh. It was simple yet effective. "And these!" She hung up a pair of black pumps and tights with bow ties sewn in. "Now sit."

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"Oh my. Godfather you look hot!" Spencer said as she finished the last curl in my hair. I looked in the mirror with.. No regrets. Nothing. I couldn't see scars or cuts. I actually looked..

Beautiful.

"Ryan! Harry is- wow..." Bronson said as he entered my room. "Is that really you?"

"Shut up," Spencer said, punching Bronson in the arm. "She looks amazing."

"I know but.. I haven't seen you this happy since... I don't know when." I walked over and pulled my older into a hug. "You look beautiful Ryan."

"Thank you Bronse," I said as I let go. "You rock." I walked down the steps to see Harry talking with my dad. They were deep into conversation until I took a the last step. Harry looked at me with his eyes wide. His smile was spread across his face, showing his dimples. My dad looked at what Harry happened to be staring at, seeing it was me.

"You treat her like a princess," my dad whispered, walking over to my mom.

"Ryan you look.." He looked me up and down, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Almost to beautiful for worlds I can't even explain." He kissed my cheek, opening my door for me. I waved goodbye to my parents, intertwining my fingers with Harry's. Once we made it to his very nice car, he pushed me against it, pressing his lips to mine. "Thought it would be better if your parents didn't see that."

~~~

"Table for Styles," Harry said to the host.

"Right this way," she smiled, keeping her eyes on Harry. What? This girl doesn't get a hint that we're together? Holding hands, arms around waist. Like bitch please! "Here you go. Waiter will be here in a minute."

"You're adorable when you're jealous," Harry said as he looked at his menu.

"What?" I asked nearly take a spit take with no drink.

"You're just really cute."

"Whatever..." I said as I scanned my menu.

"Okay. What can I start with drinks?" The waiter asked, winking at me. Harry's jaw clenched as he set his menu down.

"We'll both be fine with water," he replied for me. I just smirked.

"Be right back," the man winking at me. What is up with the flirting workers.

"Nothing is as sexy as you when you're jealous." He just glared at me, going back to his menu.

"Yes table for two," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned my head towards the voice, heart nearly dropping.

Niall. With another girl. Hands intertwined. Why am I feeling jealous?

No! You have Harry!

Why am I jealous?

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~Ariana