MR STYLES (one direction fanfiction)

CONFUSION

AN: No proofread!! I know it´s really short, but I´m so tired I nearly fall asleep while writing this chapter. But I wanted to update so I decided to write at least a short one. I´m sorry if it sucks, but here you gooo? ;) Oh and thank  you for reading this story it means soo much to me. Love youuuu! ♥

Chapter 11

“Relax, I just want to make you feel good.”, Harry whispered in my ear causing a shiver to ran down my spine. I pressed my eyes closed and my body was still frozen.

“I can make you feel so good Sissy.”, he groused with his raspy voice. His hands moved higher, he unbuttoned my jeans and his thumb played with my waistband, his lips placing soft kisses along my jaw line.

“H-Harry.”, I tried to push his hands away. Suddenly he stopped his actions and backed away.

“I-I´m s-sorry I´m your teacher I shouldn´t have done that, I-I´m sorry Sissy.”, he mumbled and pushed his hand  through his hair in a nervous action. He bit his bottom lip and ran up and down in the classroom obviously thinking about something. Suddenly I found my voice back and asked the question I wanted to ask since what happened last night.

“Why did you do that?”, I asked nervously my hands trembling.

“What?”, he asked confused still running up and down.

“Why did y-you.. m-my..-”

“Oh I know.”, he cut me off.

“I don´t know, you´re hot and..”, he stopped.

“Harry! Stop running around like a psycho!”, I shouted and Harry stopped his eyes widening at my sudden outburst.

“Sorry.”, he said sitting down on his chair.

“I-I think I should go now.”, I stuttered pushing myself out of the chair. Harry didn´t say anything, absolutely nothing, he didn´t even bother looking up at me. I sighed giving him one more glance and walked towards the door. My shivering, cold and sweaty palms turned the knob and I left the room. I felt a bit relieved, but at the same time it felt like my heart was ripped into thousand pieces.

He just wanted to get in my pants, he just wanted me to be his fuck-buddy. And I thought that he may likes me. Uh stupid idea Sissy a boy, no a man like Harry, like Mr Styles isn´t able to like someone especially not a student, a fucking hormonal teenager. He´s so mature for his young age, he´s smart and caring, yet so rough and sexy. I-I can´t. I took a deep breath and tried to fight against the tears which were forming in my eyes. I´m not crying, I´m not crying, why are you even so sensible? Why? You don´t like him! More than that I hate him! I fucking hate him! This man whore! This fucking man whore! Tries to get in my pants, messes with my head! I fucking hate him!

“SISSY!”, someone grabbed my arm.

“WHAT?!”, I snapped at the one, Louis.

“You ran out of school and nearly got hit by a car!”, he breathed, he obviously ran after me to protect me from getting hit by a car.

“Sorry.” I sobbed wrapping my arms around him. I caught him a bit off guard, but he wrapped his arms around me as well.

“Si what did he do?”, Lou asked knowing that Mr Styles is probably the reason of my sadness.

“He, he just used me. HE JUST NEEDED A FUCK-BUDDY LOU!”, I sobbed while Lou pressed my face in the crook of his neck.

“Y-you fucked him?”, Lou asked shocked.