Lana:
To: Jazz
Help!! My mum invited Mr Styles over for dinner!
From: Jazz
WTF!! Lucky you! Wish my mum would do that.
To: Jazz
Not helping.
From:Jazz
Hurry up and go! You can tell me about it tomorrow 😏
I rushed into my en-suite and hopped into the shower. Why would my mum want me to be friendly with teachers? That's like encouraging paedophiles. After washing and drying I curled my short hair into loose waves. I put on a red dress and black pumps and did a bit of makeup. My mum then called me down and I went and set the table. For three. We made a Mexican buffet with tacos salad nachos and dips. It looked delicious and my tummy started rumbling. The door bell rang and my mum opens it revealing a smartly dressed man. His curly brown mop sat in top of a tall body dresses in a black shirt and black jeans. A brown belt matching brown boots finished the look as he pushed his hand through his hair. My mum tried to hide her surprise at Mr Styles amazing body. No stop Lana he's your teacher! He glanced at me and smirked.
"Hey Lana, nice to see you."
"You too sir." I said shyly. My mum invited him to the table and he sat down in between me and my mum round our circular table. Suddenly my mums phone rang.
"What! What do you mean it's and emergency! Well I can't just come I'm busy! Fine I'll be there in ten minutes!
My boss says I have to go into the clinic love. Two of the vets are off today and he needs a hand otherwise the animal will die. Sorry love. Mr Styles, you can leave if you want or you can stay and eat? It's your choice ."
"I'll stay if that's alright Mrs Butler."
My heart froze at his words. My teacher. My hot teacher. Alone at home with me.
"Oh thanks Mr Styles..."
"Harry, call me Harry."
"Harry. Again I'm so sorry about this. Bye Lana see you later."
"Bye mum." I mumbled under my breath. The door slammed as my mum rushed to the car. I felt a warm arm brush past reaching for the nachos. I grabbed a taco and he laughed. A deep husky laugh.
"It's funny. Tacos are my favourite food and I was actually craving these!" I giggled at his remark and he looked into my eyes with his bright emerald orbs.
"Are you ok now?"
"Yeah. I just can't believe he's gone."
"If it makes you feel any better then my pet fish just left me!"
I giggled again and he did the same, revealing his dimples. After dinner I went and got some ice cream and we watched some T.V. I found out he was 22 and had always wanted to be a teacher. After watching at least seven episodes of Orange is the new black, I felt my eyes drifting shut.
