Trust (Harry Styles teacher Fanfic)

Chapter 4

When I wake up, it's Friday morning seven o'clock. The day, I'm gonna talk with Mr.Styles. He want to talk about the paper with questions that he asked. I'm still nervous. I rubbed my eyes, and I opened the curtains. A little Girl is playing with his Father outside. They laughed both. I wish I could do things like that with my real Father. Not with my Stepfather, who hates me.

After I have done my full morning routine, I walked to school. The scars on my arm are so painfull at the moment. A horrible feeling. I walked inside the school, straight to my locker to grab my books. I grabbed my English books, and I searched for my Maths books. No Maths books in my locker. No Maths books in my bag. O god, I forgot them!

"Hey Lizzy." I heard her voice. Her fake voice. I turned around to face Cristine. She looked at me with the evil smile again. She give me a letter, and walked away, giggling. Before I opened the letter, I know she must be writing hate on the paper. I opened it nervously.

Hi Lizzy,

If you ever said to Mr.Styles what I do to you, than, you can forget it! I'll make you're life on school so bad, urgh, I hate you!

- Cristine

Tears are welling up in my eyes again. No one loves me, I swear. I putted the letter in my bag, so no one could steal the letter from me.

I walked to Mr.Styles classroom. I don't know what he's gonna say, but I'm afraid. I'm gonna tell him about everything, but it felt strange. I looked into the window. Mr.Styles's sitting behind his desk, searching on his phone. He looks so hot, oh my gosh. After thinking for a minute, I walked in. I sighed.

"Hey Lizzy, it's fine you're here! How are you?" Mr.Styles asked with a smile. I could see his dimples. A tinglinsensation went through my body.

"I'm fine." I said back with a smile. I walked to the chair in front of his desk. We looking at eachother face to face. Mr.Styles leaning on his desk with his arms.

"So, I just, I wanna talk to you about the questions I asked you. You can call me Harry now if you like." Mr.Styles said and chuckled. "Okay, do you have Friends here, in class or school?" Harry asked sweetly. He looked me straight in the eyes. I can't lie to him. I'm gonna tell him the truth.

"N...no, I just, I don't have Friends here, everyone hates me, and Cristine hurting me." I whispered softly. I looked up at Mr.Styles. He looks at me, with sad eyes.

"Since how long does she hurt you Lizzy?" Harry asked. I looked down, to my arms. "Since last year, and this year she hurts me more." I said softly. I thinked for one moment, but then, I give him the letter from Cristine. His eyes are more and more sad when he reads it. I don't know where to look, and what to say. My eyes filled with tears. He looked up to me, with concern.

"Everyone hates me, my Mom's never at home, and my Stepfather slaps me everyday!" I yelled. It felt so good I tell someone about it. I putted my head in my hands, and I started crying. All my emotions, and the hurt I get coming out of my eyes. I feel two hands on my waist. 'Harry' Is the first thing I thinked. He sets me slowly down next to him, and putted his strong arms around me.

"Lizzy sweetheart, I feel so sorry for you. I'm gonna help you, I promise. You're not alone. I'll be right by you're side." His words. I'm not alone. Everything he said are the right words. His arms pulled around me stronger, and I'm crying harder every second.

"Cry love, let all the emotions fall down. I'm here for you." Harry said. I'll feel safe, for the first time in my life.

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