Trust (Harry Styles teacher Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"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. Harry's voice, he wants to help me, but I can't tell what's going on. He must be seeing that Cristine bullied me, but that's not all. All the things I'm afraid for, my secrets, are tears now.

"Lizzy, I know what Cristine does to you. Please tell me more things that she does to you. You're not alone." I heard Mr.Styles said.

'You're not alone' The words are filling my head. He wants to help me, cares about me, with other words: I can trust him, but it's difficult for me to tell.

I stand slowly up from the ground, and I looked in the mirror. My mascara is all over my cheeks. Shit, shit, shit! What must Mr.Styles thinking when he seeing me like this! I grabbed a tissue, and hold in under the crane. I dab the mascara on my cheeks away, until I saw that my foundation is away. I could see the bruise on my cheek. I don't have make- up in my bag, so I face the reality.

I opened the toilet door. Mr.Styles is standing there, with eyes full of concern. He steps closer to me.

"Have she do that to you to?" Mr.Styles whispers. He point his finger to my cheeck. He looks sad, I don't know why he cares so much about me. I'm a student.

"N...no, she didn't." I said. This is the truth, she didn't, my Stepfather did this to me. "I stumbled over my books in my room, and fell to the ground on my cheek." I said. A good lie, I thought.

"You're free this Friday the first lesson, I want that you come to me." Mr.Styles said. He smiled lightly to me.

"W...why? I asked. What if he want to talk to me? I feel nervous.

"So I can talk with you about you're paper with questions I asked you, and about this." Mr.Styles whispered. His hand strokes my cheek with his warm hand, and he smiled lightly to me. I don't know why, but I felt butterflies in my stomach when he strokes my cheek, and when he smiled, my heart bounces ten miles faster than before. I can't be in love with my Teacher, serious!

"It's nothing to worry about Lizzy, a little talk, that's all. Are you coming?" Mr.Styles asked. I waked up to reality.

"Y...yes, that's okay." I said back with a smile.

"Okay, are you coming with me back to class?" Mr.Styles asked. I grabbed my bag, and walked with him back to class. I looked at him. His eyes, his body, his dimples when he laughs, in one word: perfect. Yup, I'm in love with my Teacher. Serious Lizzy, why?

When I arrived home, my Stepdad's sitting on the couch. He's reading the newspaper, until he saw me standing there. He looked up, and putted the newspaper away.

"Why are you so late? You should make you're homework!" He said angry. I don't know where this ends, but I can't listen to him.

"I was shopping in the city." I said back. He stood up, and walked to me with his angry face.

"You should make homework! Go away stupid Girl!" He screamed harder this time. This is it, I can't do it anymore.

"I'm not listening to you, you're not my real Dad! I yelled at him. His cheeks are red, and he pushed me to the wall, t'ill I fell to the ground. I started crying a little.

"No one loves you Lizzy! No one! I hate you the most!" He screamed. He walked upstairs, and the door closed with a bang. He said hate to me everyday, but he never said this to me before. I stood slowly up, and I walked into the kitchen. I opened the kitchen drawer, and sighed. Should I do it?

After a while, I had three scars on my arm. The pain is awful. Tears are rolling down my cheeks.