Falling For My Teacher

18: The Way

"And this? This is a FAG in a BAG!" Bronson yelled as he threw punch at Harry. Harry swiftly dodged as he came back 10 times harder, knocking Bronson to the ground. Harry just chuckled, walking over to me. He bent down, placing his lips to mine.

"How'd I do?"

"Well..." I bit my lips as he sat next to me. He lifted me over his lap, placing my booted leg over his. "You were very hot." He placed his lips to mine again, moving in sync this time. My hands find his way around his neck as he smirked into the intense kiss.

"Ryan?" He chuckled. "Babe. PDA isn't nice to the single men. Lets save this for home. Okay?" He chuckled again, placing a small kiss on my nose. "Speaking of which. Dinner tonight? I want to cook you something."

"You? Cook?" I giggled.

"I'm good!" He said as he wiped his forehead of swear. The sweat shined on his muscular arms and chest. Slipping off his sweaty tank top, tattoos inked his skin. I never really got a proper look at them. Standing to my feet, I waddled over towards him. Placing my hands on his arms, I took one of my hands and traced the swallow. "You look like a penguin when you walk." I slapped his chest, making him find his arms around my waist. "But you're adorable."

"You smell," I giggled. "Let's go."

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The smell of pizza filled my nose. Home made pizza? "Ryan?"

"Yes?" I called back as I tried to waddle towards the kitchen. Harry had a 'kiss the cook' apron on as he put the finishing touches on his pizza. He smiled as he walked over and set the food on the small table. He took of his apron, leading me towards the small table, letting me take a seat. He sat across, smiling at me as he poured the soda. No alcoholic drinks for these crazy teens.

"Why are you so perfect?" He smiled as he placed his head on his hand. I stopped chewing my pizza to look at him oddly.

"What are you going on about Styles?"

"You," he smiled again.

"How?" I asked finally putting my pizza down. "I'm far from it. I've been beaten and bruised. My leg is broken. I'm not the full package like most girls." Harry stood up, pulling my hand up so I could stand with him. He placed my feet on his, swaying me to the music that was playing in the background. I leaned my head onto his chest, letting him guide me along.

"Ryan," he whispered. "You are perfect. Those things that happened in the past made you stronger. Today, you stand in front of me strong and beautiful. Your smile is what makes my heart race. The way our lips touch, it makes my heart melt. Just because of your past, you shouldn't be ashamed. You had no power. But now... Knowing I can love you makes me smile. Knowing you are in my arms when I need you makes me happy. You are perfect. Everything about you Ryan." I lifted my head to see him smiling down at me. "I say this... Because I love you."

He pressed his lips softly to mine, making sure that my cut lip didn't hurt. It had been two weeks and I haven't fully recovered. I still have bruises here and there. But that's not what really hurt.

Harry pulled away, resting his head against mine. "I love you Ryan." Instead of letting guilt get the best of me, I pulled his lips into mine. He didn't hesitate to accept the frailing tounge. He gently pushed me towards the nearest wall, hands roaming up and down my body. Lifting his shirt over his head, he placing small kisses on my neck. Sucking lightly, I let out soft moans making him smile into his kisses. 

Thoughts of Nialls touch ran through my head. His soft lips placing sweet kisses on my pale lips. Wet marks being left at the bare skin of my shoulder. His gentle touch making me feel safe in his arms. The way his touch was secure...

Harry pulled me from my thoughts we he backed away. "Ryan." 

"Sorry what?" 

"You were mumbling Niall."

"What? No I wasn't," I quickly covered up. "I- Uhh.. I am failing his class. And that's been on my mind a lot lately."

"Ryan..." He stepped closer, stroking my face softly. "You are the smartest kid I know. What's really going on?" 

"That's it," I bit back. He lifted his hands in defete, backing away. 

"You could have told me you were still into him Ryan," he sighed. My heart was beginning to ache. 

"Look Harry-"

"I get it," he stopped me. "Just save it okay?" 

"Harry you don't understand-"

"That you kissed him?" He barked. "I was there Ryan. I saw it. And the worst part? You didn't pull away. You told him you loved him. I thought tonight would have changed something." Harry looked completely wrecked. His hair was a mess from running his fingers through it one to many times. "All I wanted was love."

"I do-"

"You don't love me," he cried out. "It was never me." We stood in silence for a moment before he gave out a big heavy sigh. "I understand everything Ryan." He stood up, wiping his fallen tears. "It would be best if you... you just left." 

"Harry please don't do this," I cried myself. "I chose you for a reason." 

"And appereantly you were wrong," he began to walk out of the room. Nothing was said after that. No goodbye. No apologies. Nothing. I walked out with a pain in my chest and the fear of losing someone close to me. The guy I love, or at least I thought I loved, was hurt because of me. This is what I get for trying to find love again. I knew it was a mistake. Going to the party, falling for a boy that was out of my leage. Everything was messed up. 

I was alone again. 

I sat at the park bench, tears falling softly as I sliently sobbed. The spring night hit my bare shoulders as I sat in the cold air. I trust him. He told me I was beautiful. But now, with no one beside me, I will be looked upon. The girl who was beat. The girl who no one wanted to deal with. 

I was alone. 

"Not competely," I heard a voice say behind me. I quickly turned to see Liam of all people standing there, He wore a winter coat, tight pants and convereses. If I didn't know him, I would think he was my age. 

"What are you doing here?" I tried to say normaly as the tears stopped. 

"I decided to go on a walk. Happy I did," he sat next to me. "What's wrong Ryan?" 

"Nothing," I sobbed again. "It's nothing." I felt warmth take over my body as Liam placed his jacket on me. 

"It's something," he whispered. "Ryan, you can trust me." And that's when I broke. I told him everything. From Jalen to tonight. I told him the kiss that nearly got us killed. How Niall just showed up on my door. Liam's arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me into a hug. "Who is it then?" I looked up at him oddly. "Is it Harry or Niall?" 

I knew what I had to do. 

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Oh dang... 

Team Harry 

Team Niall

I needs tah knoooooo

~Ariana