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That's My Teacher?

{ this is a mini series short thingy. It's a harry one so I hope you all like it. And I know, I haven't been on in a while. I have been writing on Instagram and it is easier to get feedback from people and see who is actually liking my things but I will publish what I post on here as well.}

Today started the first day at your new school and you were extremely excited though it was the middle of the school year. You couldn't wait to go and see what it was all about though you a had this feeling in your gut telling you to fake being sick and beg your mom to stay home but you didn't do that.
You walk into the decent sized school and go into the guidance counsellors office with your mother getting your schedule put together and making sure you had enough credits to graduate this year. When you were asked about any extra curricular activities you were interested in you told the woman about your interest in acting.
Apparently they had a very good acting class and drama club that shaped very well students into becoming really amazing actresses and actors. You signed up for those classes and the drama club as well both being ran by a Mr. Styles.
You couldn't wait to get involved with that class. It was your dream to be an actress and this would be the perfect place for you to learn how to be the best you could be...so you've heard.
When all of your regular subject classes get finished, you make your way to your locker, shoving your books in there before you go to the auditorium where your acting class was.
Just as you closed your locker the late bell rang and you just sort of walked slow not being in a rush anymore since you were already late. When you open the door, you are immediately the centre of everyone's attention.

The teacher looks back at you and you instantly tense up, feeling his eyes on you. You just stare at him looking completely stupid not saying a word. He was fucking hot.
"You must be (Y/N)." He says looking you up and down, walking over to you since you just stood there. He puts his hand out for you to shake. You smile a little bit and slip your small hand into his big one. "I'm Mr.Styles but all my students call me by my first name, Harry." He tells you his piercing green eyes staring into yours. "Oh...Okay. Uhh, Hi." You manage to say as he lets your hand go. He clears his throat since it was silent between you and him but the class was talking. "I'll um take a seat." You mumble not looking him in the eyes. This was already bad you were drooling over your teacher but you couldn't help it. "Okay, everyone we obviously have a new student joining us. Her names (Y/N) and she's transferred here from some high up private school." He says and you look at you raising your eyebrows. "I look into all my students." He says to you and clears his throat again, walking over to stage sitting up on the edge.
He gives a lecture pretty much about a scene the class was going to be working on in groups and during the whole thing he kept staring at you occasionally looking away.
When the bell rings everyone gets up and rushes towards the door. You were just about to do the same but Harry stops you at the door. "Wait. (Y/N) I have some things I need to talk with you about. I understand you just moved here and switching schools in the middle of the year is tough..." He says trailing off his eyes still glued on you. You just nod and mess around with the strap of your bookbag. "Come, have a seat. It's the last period of the day." He says to you motioning for you to sit in a chair on the stage.