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In School Session: Harry Styles

FROM TUMBLR, I KNOW THERE IS A LOT OF HARRY STYLES IMAGINES, BUT I WILL GET OTHER ONES SOON!

I huffed and grabbed my books out of my locker, for my first period class. It was Monday, so its already a bad start. I also have Physics first. I HATE my teacher, and I HATE Harry Styles, my lab partner.

Harry Styles was the school 'cool kid'. He had all the friends, teachers hated him, and always tried to get him in trouble, reckon it didn't work, but anyway, and all of the girls wanted him. I can't lie, he is hot. You could get lost in his deep, green orbs. When he stared at you, you could really feel it. He was muscular, and very fit. He went to the gym almost everyday, and I found that extremely sexy. Though I would never dare tell him that. Despite the fact that I hate him, I would still fuck him.

No problem.

I walked into class, when Mrs. Francelas looked my way.

"Good, you're not late, for once." She more so muttered the last part to herself. I rolled my eyes, and went to go take my seat. Good, I thought to myself. Harry isn't here.

Soon enough class started. We were about a half hour into the course, when the door flew open, to reveal a sexy Harry Styles. He wore tight, tight black pants, and a low cut black t-shirt, that looked great on him. He neck was perfectly defined, and you could see some of his chest tattoos. They were such a turn on. His curls were swooped to the side, as usual, and had a few pimples, but I thought it was rather cute. Perfect guys were boring. His green eyes were dark, with the way the light shone on them, and it made him look do-able. I would have fucked him right now. My eyes soon fell to his lips. I wish they hadn't. His red, plump, kissable lips were slightly parted while he was listening to the teacher talk, and his front tooth came down on his lip as he bit it.

Fuck, that was hot.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he was listening to her.

It was, well...sexy. What more could I say?

I couldn't help but imagine what his lips would feel like on my clit. His tongue deep inside me, as his long fingers moved in, and out...in, and out...

I could feel my panties getting wet, so I immediately stopped thinking about that, and tried to focus on my work.

While they were talking, I caught him sneak a few glances at me. At first, I thought he was just looking at his seat, longing to sit down. But then, our eyes met, and there was...tension.

Sexual tension, it seemed.

His eyes were filled with...lust, was it?

His eyes kept flickering from mine, down to my breasts. I smirked. I was wearing a very tight white, button up blouse, and a very short plaid skirt, with heals. I knew I was turning him on, and I liked it. The fact that there were people around, made it all the more interesting.

Once he finished talking with the teacher, he looked straight at me, while walking, in a very sexy way. 

Damn.

He smirked, as he took his seat next to me, not making another single glance.

I gotta say, I was slightly disappointed.

I was in the middle of drawing a ray-diagram, when I felt a hand place on my thigh. I froze, and quickly looked down at the hand.

His long, slender fingers lay on my thigh, as his thumb gently stroke my leg. He wore a silver ring on his middle finger.

I slowly looked up, to see if he was looking down at me, but he still stared at his paper, doing his work.

I didn't do anything, but go back to my work, acting like it didn't bother me.