Trust (Harry Styles teacher Fanfic)

Chapter 2

When School's over, and I arrived at home, I walked straight to my bedroom to make homework. I sit down on my bed, with my legs legged. I grabbed my Maths book, to make the first ten questions. I looked at the first question. Fine, I don't understand it. How should I make this ten questions? I fall down on my bed, to think about Mr.Styles. He's serious the first teacher that cares of me. Should I trust him and tell him about my Stepfather and Cristine? I don't know. Maybe later, if I know him better as person. I sit down, and looked at the Maths questions. Forget it, I don't make them.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening, when I wake up by the sound of my Stepfather. He knocked on the door. I heard that he's angry. Scared thoughts running trough my head.
"Come in." I said nervously, holding my pillow at my stomach. He walked in, and I was right, he's angry.
"Why are you asleep! It's eight o'clock in the evening! You should make homework!" He screamed. His body was shaking, and he looked at me with hate in his eyes.
"I...I k...know. Sorry." I whispered back. I looked to my legs, so I don't see his angry face, and what he's going to do with me. I felt his hand hit my cheek. I grabbed my cheek in pain. I looked slowly up. My Stepfather closed the door.

I sighed after I had make my Maths questions. It was difficult, but I made them, and I think I have the right answers. At last I should make the questions that Mr.Styles made for us. I don't what kind of questions they are, maybe questions like: 'How old are you?' 'What are you doing in you're free time?'
I grabbed the paper with questions, and my pink pencil, and I started with read the paper.

Hey Guys! I want to know everyone better, so fill this questions in. I'm the only one who read this!

I sighed, and I started with fill in the questions.

1. What's you're full name and age? 'Lizzy Hiller, Fiftheen years old.

2. What are you doing in you're free time when you with you're Friends?

I don't know what I should answer. I don't have friends, everyone hates me, but I can't write that! What should he think of me? I write something after the question: 'I'd like to draw, paint, and listen to music.'

3. Do you live with you're Parents? And how's you're home situation? Is everything okay?

Serious, he asked me the best questions ever! 'Not' The second question, and I don't know what to answer. I don't have to fill in how my home situation is, so I write this: 'I live with my Stepfather. My Mom is always away for work, I miss her so much.' I hope he's okay with that answer.

4. Are you bad in some school subjects? Maybe I can help you than. :) 'I don't understand Maths sometimes, but that's the only subject.'

I start laughing in myself when I read: 'Maybe I can help you than.' Cristine should answer that she's bad in all school subjects, so Mr.Styles helps her. "Good luck Mr.Styles." I thought by myself.

5. Is there something I should know?

Well, I should answer: 'My Stepfather slaps me, my Mother doesn't care about me, and everyone hates me. Cristine the most.
My answer: 'Nope.'

I putted the paper in my Diary, and fell asleep in about one minute.

It's the next day. I arrived at school and walked straight to my locker. I looked into my Diary to see which lessons I have today, when I feel a nail scratched onto my arm. I turned around to face the Person. Of course, it's Cristine. She looked at me with an evil smile, and walked away. Well, that was strange.

I walked into Mr.Styles classroom. I'm the first one that's inside. I'm always five minutes to early.
"Hey Lizzy, how are you?" Mr.Styles asked me with an smile. His green eyes looked at me, and I could see his beautiful dimples again.
"I'm fine! You to H...Harry?" I asked caution. I don't know if I should call him Harry or Mr.Styles.
"I'm fine to! And you can call me Harry now." Mr.Styles chuckled. I giggled nervously. The other classmates are filling the room. I sit down on the desk in front of his desk. My classmates giving the papers with questions to Mr.Styles when they walked in.
"Oh, Lizzy, can I have you're paper to?" Mr.Styles asked with a smile. I grabbed my paper, and handed it to him. I smiled back.
When he was ready to start the lesson, Cristine walked in with her Friends. When they walked next to my desk, Cristine putted my books on the ground. I looked angry at her face. She had the evil smile again. I sighed and stooped to grab my books from the ground, when I feel Cristine's leg hit my leg. I fall to the ground. Cristine starts to laugh with her Friends.
"Cristine, out of class! Go abuse!" Mr. Styles screamed. His eyes are full of angry when he looked at Cristine. I stand slowly up from the ground, and sit down behind my desk. Cristine walked away, out of class.
"Guys, go make Question eleven and twelve." Mr.Styles said. Everyone grabbed their books and pencils. The don't look at me.
"Lizzy, you can go to the toilet." Mr.Styles whispered. He leaned with his hands on my desk. I don't know why I should go to the toilet, when I feel tears on my cheeks. I smiled lightly to Mr.Styles, and I walked away to the toilet. I turned around for one second, when Mr.Styles looked at me with eyes full of concern.

I closed the toilet door, and I sit down to the wall. My hands are in my head. The tears are coming like rivers, oceans. Rivers are like tears, and oceans are like a sea of emotions.

"Lizzy, please open the door. I want to know if you're okay. Please come out, I can help you." I heard his husky voice, his words filled with concern: Mr.Styles.

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What is Lizzy going to do? Is she's going to open the door, or not? Read it in the next Chapter!
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