Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)

Ch. 1 - Pilot

A/N: Here goes nothin... \•-•/
(BTW:- The pic is of Harry's Car ^_^)
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Harry

Remember what it was like when you first walked into a new school? Where you wanted to throw up, shit yourself, run back home, and die, all at the same time?

That was me. Except I'm not the student this time. I'm the teacher.

Bounced right out of college. Found a house. A school a few blocks from the house. A high school. Checked out the high school. 'Middleton High School'. Liked the high school. Applied at the high school. Got a job at the high school. I'm now getting ready for my first day at the high school.

I wanna got back to sleep, tbh.

I rolled out of bed to the annoying repetitive screech of the alarm clock, reminding me that I have shit to do.

I got up and groggily walked over to the mirror. I stared at myself for a while.

The curly hair. Ran my hands through it.

The green eyes. Stared intently at them for at least five minutes before moving on.

The jawline. Traced it before making bad jokes in my head about how my jawline could cut diamonds. I chuckled before smiling at my reflection.

"There's that million-dollar smile." I whispered the words that my mother always said to me when I was growing up.

At the thought of my mother, my smile fell and I walked away from my reflection, deciding that it was time to start getting ready.

I walked over to the door that connects the bathroom to the master bedroom, and turned the knob.

I walked over to the sink and ran water over my toothbrush before putting on the toothpaste.

I took a minute to admire the beautiful white marble countertops. This house was worth way more than what I paid for it.

I set my toothbrush down on the counter before walking to the glass shower with a sliding door. I pulled off the only piece of clothing I had on-- my boxers are the only things I sleep in.

I turned on the water and immediately sighed as the warm spray of water hit my tense muscles.

I slept wrong, it's the first day and the thought of my mother. It all just kinda stressed me out a bit.

I walked out of the shower and watched as the water fell off my body in shimmering droplets, pooling around my feet, as the cold air from outside the steamy shower hit my body, making me miss the warmth of the shower.

I grabbed my cerulean blue towel and used it to dry off my upper body before wrapping it around my waist.

I walked over to the sink and absentmindedly ran the toothbrush under water again. This has become a habit and I don't really know why. I'm weird.

After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth with Listerine, I walked back to my closet where my outfit was hung on a hanger on one of the closet knobs.

It was a black cashmere sweater, black skinny jeans and my black peep toe ankle boots. I had a black trench coat on top of my shoulder bag on the floor, leaning against my desk.

Black was my color today, don't know why.

I put on some tight black Calvin Klein boxers, making sure to keep the waistband visible when I put my skinny jeans on over them.

I put on my Cashmere sweater after that and watched as it fucked up my hair a bit.

I ran my hand through my hair again before walking over to the mirror.