Harry Styles Imagines

#30 Surprise!

The Let It Go soundtrack is playing as the kids talked amongst themselves. The only downside of color time was the thieves...

"Mrs. Styles, Jacob stole my purple crayon again!" Lilly exclaims from her desk. This marks the second time she's complained about him doing this. The two of them were best friends, but they were constantly messing with each other.

They reminded me so much of my friend Aaron and I when we were their age. We hung out at recess and each other's houses, but we fought like cats and dogs. He was the brother I never had. We're still best friends to this day.

Sighing, I walk over to the problematic duo. Lily has tears welling in her eyes and Jacob looks as guilty as ever. "Jacob, give Lilly her crayon back please," I instruct.

He rolls his eyes before slamming it on the table in front of her. It breaks into two pieces in the process. Just great. Lilly starts crying as he apologizes for not meaning too. What happens next, I don't see coming. She hits him.

"Lilly Williams," I say her name firmly. She looks at me while Jacob rubs his arms. "You're going to time out." Ignoring her protests, I pick her up and carry her to the time out corner. It was decorated with sad faces and clock cut outs.

Ms. Evans, my assistant, takes care of Jacob. She started working as my TA not too long ago. With this bunch, I really needed help. It was stupid of me to think I could handle them on my own. Besides, it's nice having her around. She's a mother, so she gives me parental advice for the future.

I'd love to have kids of my own someday, but now wasn't the appropriate time. I was busy with teaching and my literature degree and Harry was busy with finding a new management company to sign with.

"Everything is Jacob's fault. He shouldn't have been a butt head," the little girl whines. "He's so mean to me. I wish the crayon god would come and break all of his crayons." She rubs her red eyes.

I bite back a laugh. Preschoolers are such funny, little humans. Petty stuff was a big deal to them. When they're older they'll look back on moments like these and wish their problems were still this insignificant. The real world is no joke.

"Don't say that, Miss Lilly. It's not nice to wish bad things upon people. We do not hit each other either. Now, you need to think about what you've done." And with that, I leave her in the small, red chair.

Some of the other kids give her looks, but she simply sits there pouting with crossed arms. As much as I may seem like villain now, she'll thank me later. Proper discipline truly works wonders. 

I then begin walking around the classroom to look at what they were drawing. Some were good, others average and a few looked advanced. After all, it is 2016. Each generation of children get smarter and smarter. There's a girl named Samantha who knows all of her multiplication facts already.

"Mrs. Styles," a familiar voice calls.

I turn around and see that Harry was leaning in the doorframe. Some of the kids were looking at him in curiosity. I, on the other hand, was looking at him in surprise. He told me he wasn't going to be back until Thursday. A smile works its way onto my lips as I hurry over to him.

"Oh my gosh, you're here." I wrap my arms around him and burry my face into his neck, the earthy scent of his cologne filling my nose. Sadly, all I can do is hug him. I'm incapable of doing more than because almost everyone in the room is under the age of five.

"Surprise, baby girl," he whispers, softly kissing my head.

The rest of the day goes perfectly. Lily and Jacob work things out, and my whole class ends up falling in love with Harry. There was just something about his childish personality that seemed to attract them. 

He was going to be a great dad.

End of imagine. Thanks for reading!

Sorry for any grammatical errors.

Fun fact: You need a 10th grade education and experience with children in order to teach preschool.

-1nfinityDreamer :)