Mr.Styles// H.S

Chapter 3

I run into the bathroom and just cry. I wasn't crying because it hurt but there was a deeper reason. Something that'd haunt me for my whole life.

"Sarah?" A voice called from inside the bathroom. I peeked out and it was Mr.Styles. Why is he in the girls bathroom?? I slowly opened up the stall door and as soon as the door opened he pushed me in such a tough way back into the stall, locked the door and started making out with me. I push him away in confusion.

"Mr.Styles, what are you doing?"

"Harry. Call me Harry. And I'm sorry. I know I didn't have to pull up your skirt and spank you that hard. It's just.. It's a long story ok? Just know I'm sorry."

I kind of forgave him but I just don't why I get the feeling he's attracted to me. "Can I ask you a question Harry?"

"Of course baby girl"

Trying to ignore the fact that he just called me baby girl I said "I understand that I had to get punished but why did you pull up my skirt? And how come you tried to kiss my cheek? And why did you just make out with me?" Wow. I felt like I was a fucking detective.

He looks at me in confusion as if I should know the answer. "Baby-" I cut him off and say "And why do you call me all these names?"

His big and masculine hand grabbed my jaw and he put one finger to my mouth telling me to "shh". Not gonna lie, that was kind of hot.

"Meet me in room 302A. That's my bedroom. Come at 6 and I'll explain everything". He gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves.

Little does he know I need to telling something important too.

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