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Harry Styles - for Amelia (Dirty)

For Amelia - Sorry for the very long wait, I hope that you'll enjoy reading this imagine :)

(Readers, please understand that I'm still busy with my school work, some of you may be in a summer vacation already and I hope you understand that I'm in the different country, where the schools starts at June and ends at March later this year. . .)

#Dirty Imagine (Warning those young readers that this has a sexual content and you really need to have your right choice in reading this or not)

(Amelia's POV)

I tapped my pen multiple times on the hard wood table in front of me, muffled sounds coming from our professor's mouth due from blocking my ears from him, but much to say that I'm eavesdropping at this moment at the two girls behind me who's having a decent conversation to each other throughout the whole time.

As usual, every girls talked about their make up, nail polishes they wore on their long nails, and last but not the least; The bad ass of the school campus. I dunno why almost all of the girl's population around seemed to swoon over him; nerds, goths, fakes, populars, normals . . . even gays. All he does is to ignore people around him.

He's got tattoos inked all over his body, curly hair, nothing too special about him. In fact, he even hook up with the fakes all over the school, which is utterly true for me. But still, what's more to like him if all he ever do is bad things? Just because more people seemed to like the bad boy type?

A thing came to distract me, I've never noticed that I was staring through the blank wall for a moment until someone came to blocked it. I shook my head, my eyes are clear as I noticed a body standing in front of me. Looking up as I saw my professor's scrunched up face, looking at me like I did something. Heck, I've been earning looks from the others in the room as he began to speak, "Are you even listening, Amelia?".

"I-uh" I trailed off, stammering at the same words as he rolled his eyes. "Out of my class!" He shouted right at me as I cringed, blocking my ears with my own hands, "Don't need to shout!" I shouted back at him, which made him furrowed his eyebrows at me, "Detention!" He then shouted back, pointing towards the door as I carried my bag, strolling out of the room.

Time seemed to go fast as the bell rang through the hallway, students quickly heading out from their room as most girls gathered up towards the door; the door to the Detention room. All I could see we're them, making their skirts more shorter and opening a few buttons on their blouses as they looked like there's an audition for being a stripper towards that room.

A teacher seemed to distract all of them, as he shooed them away from the door. I walked towards it, standing in front as I twisted the knob open, pushing it widely open as Ms. Lopez fakely smiled at me before looking back at the only person in the room, she began to speak towards him, "Look who'll accompany you, Mr. Styles".

I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the front row as I slumped my bag down before I watched her headed towards the door, locking it as we're the only people in the room. Not a single word escaped through our mouths but we have heard muffled voices from the window, there stood the girls who are calling his name, helplessly standing behind the glass as he seemed to watched them. A slight chuckled seemed to echoed through the room as I watched him look at the girl who's flashing her boobs as it was squished on the window.

People. . . . They're like whores now, dying for attention over him as I heard some people said that he's good in bed. I hid my head towards my arms on the table as I decided to take a nap. I could hear footsteps, looking up as he began to close all the curtains, making them disappeared from my sight. I shook my head, then his my face yet again as I noticed him took a seat next to me.