Trust (Harry Styles teacher Fanfic)

Chapter 6

A new Chapter Guys. I'm so sorry, I had so much to do for school this weeks. But now, I have time to write! :) enjoy the new chapter!

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I closed the door from my house, and I looked for the last time back. I'm free now. No more screams from my stepfather and the best thing, my stepfather can't hurt me anymore, because I'm gonna stay in Harry's house.

Flashback

"Stepdad?" I looked around the corner from the door. My stepfather was laying on the couch, in his bathrobe, reading the newspaper.

"What!" He asked angry. I stepped slowly into the living room, and I placed my hands on my hips.

"I just, I..." The words can't go out of my mouth. It was diffucult to say, because, I know his reaction. He's going to slap me.

"Just say what you want to say!" He screamed. He stepped up from the couch, and he walked angry to me. My heartbeat gets faster everytime he came one step closer to me.

"I-I go away from home. I'm gonna stay by a friend for a few weeks." I whispered. A good pretext, but I hope he believe me.

"Just go then! I don't need you!" I felt his hand slap on my cheek.

End of flashback

I stand in front of Harry's appartment. A red stain is on my cheek. It hurts, but I don't care. The scars on my arm, they hurt the most. I get out of my thoughts, when Harry opened the door.

"Hey Lizzy, you're good?" He asked with a smile. His smile goes away when he see the red stain on my cheek. He places his warm hand on my cheek.

"Hi Harry, don't worry it doesn't hurt." I whisper. I looked at the ground, when Harry grabbed my bag. I looked at him, with an erected eyebrow, not knowing why he's lift my bag.

"Come in love, I'm going to let you see my apartment." He said with a smile. I walked behind him. I looked at him. He's wearing skinny jeans, a white shirt and a blazer. Why does he have to be so beautiful?

After a while, we came by his bedroom. It has a large window, with a balcony.

"You can sleep here, I'm gonna sleep on the couch." He said.

I looked at him questioned. He say to me that I can stay in his apartment, and then he's going to sleep on the couch. I can't do that.

"B-but it is your bed. I can sleep on the couch?" I asked. He chuckled, and he walked a step closer to me.

"Don't worry Liz, it's fine you're here. I'm going to sleep on the couch." He said. I turned around, and I placed my bag on the large bed.

"A couch doesn't sleep comfortable." I said back. He flips his hair, and he sit down on the bed.

"Okay then. We can sleep both in my bed? If that's not comfortable for you, tell me." He said. The butterflies flying in my stomach, and I blushed. I love Harry, but he's my teacher? But, I don't care.

"Yes, that's a good idea." I said back with a smile. He smiled back, and stepped up from the bed.

"If you want, you can take a shower?" He asked.

After the shower, I sit down on the couch. I had my hair in a messy bun, so I hope Harry likes it. I never find myself beautiful. And I never know what to do with my hair. A messy bun is the only thing I like on myself, so I hope Harry likes it to.

I grab my maths homework, and I started to make the homework.

"That answer is wrong love, let me help you." Harry asked behind me. I don't know he was standing there, and for how long. So I shocked when I heard his voice. He sit down next to me on the couch.

"Okay, you have y=x2+4-6. You have to do 4x4+4-6. So, what is the answer?" He asked. I was thinking about him the whole time, so I don't know what to do. Harry saw, and he chuckled. He grabbed my pen, and he fill in the good answer.

"Thank you." I giggled. I placed my book next to me, and we stared at eachother.

"I love a messy bun on you're hair." Harry said. I looked down, because I started to blush. So a messy bun is a good thing on my hair.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. I looked back at Harry.

He looks with his beautiful green eyes in my eyes. The butterflies are flying in my stomach, more as they did before. His left hand grabbed my waist, and before I know, I feel his soft lips on mine.

'This is wrong Lizzy'

'He is your teacher'

'You are his student'

'You can't do this'

But it feels good. More than good. It feels amazing. I play with his hair, and Harry rubs my back slowly.

For the first time in my life, I know someone loves me.

But that feeling goes away when he pulled back. He looks at me with worried, big eyes.

'What if he doesn't love me?'

'What if he thinks I'm ugly?'

"We can't do this Lizzy. Forget the kiss. I'm so sorry."