MR STYLES (one direction fanfiction)

Harry's office

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Chapter 15

“So now back to your homework.”, Harry smirked looking around in the classroom, from student to student until his eyes stopped moving, I lifted my head to spot him staring into my direction. Oh no Styles!!

“Miss Evans.”, Harry smiled at me. Fuck you Styles!!

“Yes.”, I answered playing dumb.

“Do you like to present your homework?”, Harry smirked.

“Eehm I-I didn´t..”, I stuttered.

“You didn´t do them?”, he asked raising his eyebrows at me the smirk still on his lips.

“N-no.”, I replied looking down to my hands fiddling nervously in my lap.

“So, I think I´ll see you in detention after school.”, he grinned evil.

“What? Are you fucking serious? I´m surely not the only one who forgot to do them!”, I yelled at him my fists clenched.

“Lower your voice Miss.”, he said calm, too calm.

“Lower your voice Miss.” , I mocked him.

“Outside now!”, Harry shouted angry and I huffed getting up and stormed outside. Harry shut the door closed and grabbed my wrist.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?”, I asked stuttering.

“Be quiet!”, he demanded and dragged me along with him.

“H-harry?”, I asked whispering.

“Shut up!”, he whisper yelled tightening his grip around my wrist. I flinched and he loosened his grip a bit opening an office door, his office door and pushed me inside the room, locking the door behind him.

“Wh-what are you d-doing Harry?”, I asked a bit scared when he made his way towards me till my back was pressed against the wall and he was towering over me.

“Did I hurt you?”, he asked softly lifting my hand inspecting my wrist. He was so calm even though his eyes were so hard, cold and filled with anger, but there was something more in his eyes, but I couldn´t put a finger on that. He´s so fucking confusing. He messed up my head and I know him not longer than a week. And he got in my pants already. God I feel like a whore.

“Sissy?”, he asked lifting my chin so I was looking directly into his beautiful and unreadable green eyes.

“Mh?”, I hummed.

“Did I hurt you?”, he asked again.

“N-no.”, I shook my head.

“I did.”, he sighed tilting his head down.

“Harry-”

“Don´t, don´t play it down.”, Harry interrupted me.

“I-”

“Don´t! Please.”, he cut me off again stroking my cheek with his index finger. “I don´t know what´s wrong with me, but aargh you fucking make me want you and seconds later I´m fucking mad at you and like to punch and destroy everything around me. You´re fucking messing with my head!”, he yelled tugging at his hair.

“I mess with your head?”, I asked getting angry.

“Yes you do.”, he repeated himself.

“You, you´re messing with my head. I never felt so fucking sad and happy at the same time. You fucking fingered me, I know your for just a week, nobody ever touched me like this. Nobody! I don´t know if I should like or hate you, but at the moment you´re giving me more reasons to hate you!”, I shouted at the top of my lungs leaving me nearly breathless. Harry just stared at me and turned away from me. He sighed and sat down in his office chair.