MR STYLES (one direction fanfiction)

HEATH MC HUTCH

Chapter 4

AN: Hiii! Yes this is the second update today, but the first one was really short and boring, this one is short as well and I thought about deleting it and writing it new but finally decided against it. So here ya go. Lovee youuu!!♥

“Thanks sis, I think you have to go to your first period now.”, Lou said after we showed him around. Oh well his ´teacher´ side is showing.

“Yes Mr Tomlinson.”, I teased.

“Hey!”, Lou grinned playfully hitting my arm. “Off you go.”, he said and placed a kiss on my cheek. I nodded and walked towards my locker. I opened it and grabbed my history book, oh yeah my first two periods are history with the weirdo Styles. When I was about to close the locker someone covered my eyes. Ugh Louis..

“Louis, I know that this is you.”, I groaned and somebody spun me around. When I faced the one my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Who´s Louis?”, the one asked, Heath, Heath fucking Mc Hutch the scottish heartthrob covered my eyes and is talking to me, what the f-. Wait H like Heath, is he the one who wrote the messages? It said that we´ll meet in school. But noo why would he write me, he never showed interest in me he literally ignored me. But who else could have written the texts? And why would he cover my eyes and all of a sudden talk to me when he used to ignore me? I don´t understand this fucking shit, it´s so confusing right now.

“You´re not going to talk to me?”, Heath grinned down at me his hands still on my forearms.

“Eehm sorry I-I was just eehm thinking.”, I stuttered embarrassed my cheeks flushing. Oh for how long was I thinking, the hallways are completely empty Mr Styles is going to kill me, after his paranoid thoughts from yesterday that I could fuck someone in the toilets during his lesson, gosh that would be fun.

“So.”, Heath smirked his hands moving down to my but slipping into my back pockets.

“H-Heath wh-what-”, Heath cut me off by pushing me roughly against the lockers, his head leaning closer, I thought he was about to kiss me, but he just smirked and moved his lips to my ear.

“Gosh you´re so hot Sissy, I´d like to fuck you against the lockers, making you scream my name.”, he flustered with a raspy voice in my ear. I just stood there, frozen. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? When he slipped one hand out of my back pockets moving it to my lower area, I wanted to scream, wanted to push him away, wanted to hit him in the balls, wanted to slap his face, but I couldn´t, I opened my mouth, but my voice, I lost it. He placed sloppy, wet kisses along my jaw down to my neck, sucking on it really hard. Oh no he was about to leave marks. Slowly he started to rub me through my trousers and I noticed myself getting wet, even though I was completely disgusted. Heath graced his teeth over the sore spot on my neck while he rubbed me more roughly. I tried to fought against the feels he caused me, but gosh I was too turned on. When I realized that all my fights were unsuccessfully I gave in and my eyes shut closed. My head rolling back in pleasure.

“Hm..”, I moaned.

“Louder!”, Heath instructed, his lips now pressed on my lips. His tongue roaming my mouth, his teeth biting down on my tongue. That was way too much.

“Heath!”, I moaned louder and I felt him grinning in the kiss. Suddenly he smashed his hips against mine, his growing bulge pressed against my lower area.

“Ugh.”, I groaned his tongue still dancing with mine.

“Gosh Sissy.”, Heath moaned into the kiss, suddenly someone pulled us apart.

“What are you doing here?!”, an angry Mr Styles shouted. What? How did he know that I´m outside here? And why would he search me? Was he searching me?

“I-I eehm, w-we..”, I stuttered blushing fixing my clothes.

“I know what you were doing here! You should be in my class and not fucking this guy against the lockers!”, Mr Styles screamed in his low, raspy voice. Even though he was really angry he was still speaking really slowly.

“I-I..we, we weren´t f-fucking.”, I stuttered and looked down to the floor.

“Oh well, but you two would have if I didn´t walk in!”, he shouted his fists clenched. Why is he so angry? I mean, it´s not what students should do in school, but gosh..

“So Mr Mc Hutch would you like to say something?”, Mr Styles shouted.

“Well, no.”, he simply said. What?

“Detention for you two, but for you tomorrow Mr Mc Hutch and for you today, to make sure that this won´t happen again. Keep your fingers with you Mr Mc Hutch.”, Mr Styles cursed and dragged me into the classroom. My god I can´t believe what just happened, did I nearly fucked Heath Mc Hutch, this has to be a bad dream, I´m still a fucking virgin. Nobody ever touched me like this, so why couldn´t I resist, gosh I was to overwhelmed, I´m still to overwhelmed. Is he now the one who wrote the texts? And is he going to do that again, I mean are we going to do that again?

“Miss Evans would you please pay attention, you already got detention for licking Mc Hutch´s throat.”, Mr Styles said angry in front of the whole class, is he serious? Fuck now everybody stares at me, well done Styles. ´She kissed Heath, Heath Mc Hutch?´ ´This bitch, gosh why would he touch such a slut´ ´Gosh she´s so lucky.´ I heard from all corners. Fine so now I think I´m the new gossip topic. And all that just because of fucking Styles. Suddenly my stomach turned and everything started to spin.

“Miss Evans!”, he shouted now in front of my seat.

“I-I´m sorry.”, I stuttered covering my mouth.

“You´re ok?”, Mr Styles asked now worried. I shook my head and rushed outside the classroom, running towards the ladies bathroom. I bent down in front of a toilet and threw up. This all was too much for me. When I´m stressed or angry I sometimes have to throw up and I guess this was one of those days.

“Sissy?”, someone asked opening the door. I wasn´t able to answer cause my stomach turned and I emptied my it again. The one came near to me holding my hair out of the way. When I looked up I saw Mr Styles kneeling down beside me.

“Everything´s out?”, he asked when I sat down on the ground my head resting against the wall. I nodded closing my eyes.

“Shall I call a doctor?”, he asked, but I shook my head.

“But the nurse should check you.”, Mr Styles said resting his hand on my knee.

“No everything´s ok I just need fresh air.”, I protested and he sighed.

“Well, but I´m going to come with you.”, he said and got up, I got up as well, my head throbbing and my knees shaky. Oh well I really need fresh air. We silently walked out of the bathroom, when dizzines overcame me. I grabbed on the door handle and when I was about to collapse some strong arms supported me.

“Slowly.”, Mr Styles said and I took a step, but my knees were so shaky and my head was still throbbing. Everything got black.

My eyes flatter open and I felt my body in someone´s arms, walking me around in school.

“Sissy!”, the one carrying me shouted. I looked up to the one and spotted Mr Styles...

“You blacked out, the ambulance is coming.”

“I-I don´t need an ambulance, put me down.”, I said.

“No.”

“Put me down, now!”, I shouted and he sighed putting me down on my feet.

“But you´re going to walk to the nurses office where the doctor will check you.”, Mr Styles said and I huffed, I took a few steps, taking a deep breath, my head was still throbbing and my knees were still week. When I thought I was feeling better, my body proved me wrong and everything got black again.