My Teacher's Secret | h.s

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My first week of school went by easy and quite fast. The professors are pretty much all lovely and the students are quite fun. I've only had orientation this week and the teachers only wanted to get to know us. As for me and Niall, he's been driving me to my apartment every day after classes even when we didn't have a class together. We've only 'hung out' once outside of classes and that's when I seen him at the nearest grocery store picking up red solo cups. He's one of the nicest people I know and definitely better than the people back at my home. I've talked to my dad every day this week and I can't thank him enough for the money he's loaning me until I get a job.

Mr. Styles' class was my last class for the day and afterwards Niall is giving me the info for a party that he asked me to go to tonight. I've agreed to go but I'm not sure if it was the best idea. I've been to parties before but by party I mean binging on fat foods with my friends and drinking mountain dew and acting like we were drunk. This is a legit party! Beer, drugs, and naked chicks.. I mean that's what is at college parties right?

Mr. Styles didn't seem to be In a good mood today. During class he was blunt and even told the girl behind me that flirting with a teacher is disrespectful. Boy, did he shut them up real quick. People laughed while their faces was full of embarrassment. It was the highlight of my day.

He assigned us a 1,000 word essay to do on the weekend about why we are in college and to explain why we are studying for the job we want. It's one of the easiest assignments I'll have to do.

Mr. Styles dismissed the class and of course I was the last one in the room like always. It's not what you think.

"Professor?" I walk up to his desk with my backpack hung over my shoulder. He was on his phone and he didn't look up at me so I called for him again.

"Ah yes, Natalie. Something wrong?" He clicks his phone off and stands up gathering some of the pile of papers on his desk. By the looks of it, he doesn't look like a neat person.

"For the essay, does it have to be typed or can it be handwritten?" I bit my lip nervously hoping he wouldn't choose the second option. I have yet to invest in a laptop and I know i have to but I've been trying to save most of my dad's money for a car.

"I'd prefer it to be typed. You know all about the margins and spacing right?" He puts the bundles of papers into his bag and groans as his phone begins to vibrate.

"Mr. Styles I don't have a laptop. I'm sorry and this weekend I'll go to the store and get one." I sighed as he nods and picks up his phone frowning as he unlocks it.

"Okay okay I understand. Have a good night Natalie." He shoos me off and answers the phone with a fake smile. I get through the door as I hear him speaking to I guess his girlfriend. "Hi baby. I'm sorry I won't be home till late tonight." I frown a bit at the thought of him having a girlfriend. I know I can't have a relationship with my teacher but I can't help but just dream about how it would be. He's charming and his smile is captivating. I'm stupid for even thinking that way.

I clear my thoughts as I walk out to the parking lot to meet Niall. Tonight is going to be a distraction for my weird thoughts about Mr. Styles. This crush will end soon I hope.

"I look terrible!" I groaned resting my face in my hands. Niall and I are sitting in the car parked in front of the house where the party is. He told me I didn't have to wear anything 'hot' because it's a neon party and we all are going to get messy anyways.

"You look fine." He shakes his head chuckling at me as he pulls his keys out of the ignition.

All I'm wearing is a white tank top and a pair of Lightwash jeans. If I would've known I was going to a party my first week of college I would've bought more appealing outfits. Maybe some shorts or leggings. I've never been one to wear skirts; dresses yes but not skirts. Niall on the other hand looks good but I'm pretty sure guys don't care what they wear.