The Spanish Tutor {HS. AU}

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⚜Capítulo Tres⚜
[Amelia's POV]

  Rolling my eyes at Harry for the millionth time we came inside, I grabbed my Spanish text book from in front of him and slammed it on the table to retrieve his attention. He opened his eyes and looked at me startled. He covered it up with an annoyed expression and scrunched his face up in indignation.

"I'm sorry, but this is fucking boring." He spat, sounding like an annoyed cheerleader in high school, that don't know what the fuck is going on in class. His annoyance was contagious, as I too started to become irritated.

"I'm sorry, but this is what the fuck you have to do in order to pass this fucking class. So you either pay attention, or get out my house and fail this subject once again." I mocked, my voice dripping with venom. Harry's eyes widen in surprise at how I snapped, oblivious to how I could react to him being a dick.

  His eyebrows cocked up in amusement, and he stared at me intrigued. He licked his lips and finally replied to my rude statement. "Yes, I guess we should get to work, yeah?" He said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he saw my confusion. "Why are you confused, Ms. Amelia? You didn't know I would oblige to your little outburst? You're quit a feisty one ain't ya?" He asked teasingly, licking his lips absentmindedly.

  I swallowed harshly and nodded my head feverishly. "I didn't  know you would've listened to me, that's all." I stated, leisurely looking down at the text book. I  could feel him staring at me,  my body became heated up from his intense gaze. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I pushed my brown curtain of hair behind my ear in a timid way. My eyebrows furrowed as I heard something like a growl, coming from the boy across from me.

  I looked up at him flabbergasted and tilted my head in wonder. "Is something in your throat Styles?" I asked innocently. He cleared his throat quickly, nodding rapidly.

"Yes, yes of course. Actually-" He said nervously, pausing for a brief moment. "I growled in an attempt to grab your attention so we could continue in our lesson." He continued, nodding his head as if he's also reassuring himself as well. I smiled at his lame attempt at lying, but decided to go with the flow and agreed.

"Then let's continue, shall we?" I asked, draping my smooth olive leg over the other one and opened the text book. Harry looked down, eye raping my legs. He swallowed harshly, his adam's apple bobbing in the process. My breathing started to accelerate, my mind becoming foggy. I bit my lip out of habit, pulling down my olive green a bit down to cover my exposed skin. Harry just continued to stare, not knowing that I could see him goggling at my legs. 

  I snapped my fingers in his eye sight, my heart beating furiously against my rib-cage. "Earth to perverted ass Harryyyy." I sang, rolling my eyes when he jumped out of his trance. He averted his eye sight to mine, locking our gaze for split second. His green swirling orbs held me captive for just a minute. I quickly looked away and scoffed. "Why the fuck were you drooling over my legs?" I asked, trying to sound disgusted. Knowing that his staring made me feel heated. He ignored my question and raked his fingers through his brown silky locks.

"If you didn't have on a dress like that, I wouldn't be staring, princess. Now would I?" He said, his signature smirk on display. My heart skipped a bit at the nickname he gave me. But I played it off and threw my middle finger up at him and rolled my eyes when he chuckled.

"Can we please start and get this over with?" I asked, exhaling a long sigh. He hummed and nodded, motioning me to begin in a business like manner.