Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Whilst he had his arm wrapped around me, his other hand found its way onto my knee. The instant warmth hitting the bare skin instantly startled my body. He huskily laughed as I jumped in my seat from the contact.

“You’re so cute… fit… innocent….” As he trailed off with his words, his hand travelled up my skirt covered thigh, breath hitching at the last word escaping his mouth. Who the hell thought that skirts for a uniform was a good idea? It only makes it easier for these horny teenage boys.

My breathing became heavier, in addition to the tingling of my skin I received from his fingers wandering up my leg. I couldn’t take it anymore; I was not going to let this egotistic asshole get in my pants. Well, in this case, my skirt. I was going to slap his hand away; however his pesky paw reached the hem of my knickers. Letting out a gasp, I darted up in my seat. Standing their like an idiot with my irregular breathing. Mr. Woodrow had ceased his teaching mid-sentence. All eyes were on me.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Daphne? Any particular reason why you’re disturbing my class?” Mr. Woodrow questioned. Annoyance was very prominent in his voice.

“I- uh-“ I stuttered, whilst looking to Harry who was leaned back in his chair, relaxed, arms crossed behind his head.

Finally collecting myself and figuring out a response I replied, “I- I need to use the restroom.”

“The loo? Ah, well you can use it after class where you can join Mr. Styles for detention. I will not tolerate disruptions in my classroom. By the way, Mr. Styles I forgot to mention your detention for arriving late to class.” He spoke all too quickly and firmly. What the hell is happening?

“Fine by me.” Harry shrugged. I caught a glimpse of him and saw a smirk playing upon his lips.

I was still dumbfounded, “But sir I-“

“Unless you’d like to find yourself with two detentions, I suggest you sit down and remain silent.” Well, Mr. Woodrow is certainly a merciless asshole.

I did as I was told, and just sat there, motionless. A blank expression plastered on my face. In a matter of a couple of minutes, I managed to get a detention. My first detention, ever in my life. The events which recently took place seem incredulous and simply ridiculous. I did nothing! It was all Harry fucking Styles. The rest of the class time was quiet, nothing out of the ordinary happening. My mind was elsewhere, as I remained pissed off. The time went by painfully slow. Finally, the bell had rung, and I immediately darted out of my seat and away from the two assholes in that room: Harry Styles and Mr. Woodrow. Though, my bigger problem deals with Harry, I certainly did not make a great impression on the instructor. This is going to be an awesome school year.