Sinister

Chapter 5

It was always a rush when I had to go to one of the schools in the morning. I have to be at the school at 8 and it's always a chaotic after the weekend.

I tied my hair into a tight pony tail, like I always do when I go to the school, pulling on a sweater and some jeans. I'm really young for almost becoming a teacher but I don't want the kids to absolutely hate me.

I was startled when Harry walked in front of me out of no where. Not to mention he was shirtless. "Where are you going?"

"Right I forgot to mention," I slapped my forehead. "I have work today. It's just at the high school down the road from here." I wrote down my number and the schools number, handing the paper to Harry. "Call me if you need anything." Before he could ask anymore questions, I was out of the house.

Walking to the school was a regular thing to me. It wasn't far and I got some exercise from doing it. When I would enter the halls, I looked like a regular student. It was kind of a hassle. Being pushed around like all the other kids. Maybe I should dress more like a teacher than a teenage girl.

I walked into the art room, seeing that class was about to start. The teacher was no where to be seen. "Blair." I jumped around, nearly falling to my feet.

"Mr. Foster!" I said, placing my hand over my heart. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" He chuckled a deep laugh, walking past me and over to his desk. He was extremely attractive for a man over 40.

"I'm sorry," he laughed again. "How was your weekend." Oh you know, just hiding an unknown creature in my apartment. The usual.

"Good," I smiled instead. "My parents sent me my gifts and I went shopping so what more could I ask for?" He smiled nodded as in he was agreeing with me. He started the projector up, putting today's bell ringer on the board.

"How does it feel knowing you will be taking over this class next year?" I looked over at Mr. Foster, knowing he was hurt that he won't be able to take on his career any longer. The students and him have such a bond. It's surprising they are letting him go. Not to mention he's an amazing artist.

"It won't be the same without you here Mr. Foster."

"Blair. For the last time, my name is Seth. Seriously, you're a teacher not a student." I didn't know how to reply. He was my art teacher not too long ago. "Although you still look like the Blair Hazel in my class who graduated three years ago." As soon as I was about to say something, the bell rang, signaling for students to enter.

"Welcome to class! I'm your first hour teacher, Mr. Foster. Welcome to art 1," Seth said, giving introductions. First day of the new semester. "Let's start off by saying something about us. I am 42 years old, married, have two girls. I will only be your teacher for this year sadly. I am retiring. But our lovely student teacher here will be taking over. Why don't you introduce yourself."

I smiled, getting up from the chair I had sat in. "My name is Blair Hazel. I'm 21 and almost finish with my school work. I moved here from Minnesota, and I'm happy to be here." There was one kid in the back of the class who raised his hand with a smile. "Yes..."

"Tanner," he smiled. "Yeah I have question. Are you single?" I laughed, shaking my head at the question.

"Yes I am," I replied. "Any other questions not relating to my dating life?" Not a word. "Alright."

"To start the day off I want you to draw the outline of an object. Any object. Anything that comes to mind," Seth started out. "And in the object I want you to write over and over again one word. When you have finished that, draw shapes and figures over them with markers or colored pencils."

*

The winter air was bitter. Harsh even. Maybe I should have driven my car today. Of all days it had to snow. And I didn't wear proper shoes. My life sucks.

I walked into my apartment, taking my soaking shoes. I really should plan this stuff out more.

"Blair?" Harry said, coming out into front room from the kitchen. "How was work?"

"Good," I smiled. "Kids were great. Teacher was nice." He smiled, taking my coat from me.

"Umm I have to ask you something..." he said placing the coat on the couch anyways. "I have to be somewhere. And I won't be back until late."

"Oh," I dropped my head a little. "Oh yeah! That's fine. I'll just leave the door unlocked and-"

"No. Don't do that," he warned. He stepped closer, my faces right above his chest. My heart began to race as his hand raised to move a strand of hair. His touch was so gentle. "Please keep the door locked. And stay home. Please do that for me?" I nodded, not knowing what to stay. He smiled, stepping away from me. He picked up his brown shoes, slipping them on. "Be safe tonight okay?"

I was really starting to get nervous. I thought I was afraid of Harry himself. But with the week and a half he's been here I've learned that he's.. Nice. And cares. But with him warning me and being very serious about it.. I'm getting scared. So scared. I don't want to be alone.

Harry walked out the door, leaving me by myself in my very empty apartment. I was suddenly really.. Lonely.

I can't keep this up. Constantly being scared. Even with Harry here. I need to learn that not everything is at it seams. And sometimes I'll be alone. I need to get over that.

I decided to keep the tv on while I did things. Like cooking. I made a really yummy plate of pancakes. I cleaned my whole kitchen. Down to the last glass even. When I checked the clock.. Only 9:00. Well let's get clean some more I guess.

Cleaning my living room was harder. The couches were hard to move, things being dustier than my grandmothers house. But something in particular caught my eye. Harry has a phone?

I unlocked the thing, seeing that it was a normal iPhone. Going through the pictures I saw a picture of a girl who looked a lot like Harry. That must have been Harry's sister. But what I'm confused about is why... Why does she look like me?

My thoughts were then broken into reality when there was a buzz signaling someone wanted to come into my apartment. I had to accept it in order for the elevator to unlock. The elevator lead to three doors, two on the side of me and mine in the middle. The clock read 10:00. Who's here at 10:00? I walked over to the door but soon to remember Harry's words.

Keep the door locked. Don't leave.

But curiously killed the cat.

I opened the elevator to see a man standing there, hands in his pockets. 

"I'm sorry. I just moved in upstairs and I heard your music and I was wandering if you could turn it down." His dark features were so.. Beautiful.

"I'm so sorry. Yes I certainly will," I apologized immediately. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. His leather jacket fit his character so well. Dark.. Mysterious. "I'm Zayn by the way."

"Blair," I smiled.

"You home alone?"

"I am," I replied looking around to see my couch is still upside down. Great..

"I can help with that," he offered. I nodded, leading him inside. He had no problem flipping it back over. He clapped his hands together, brushing dust off. "There you go."

"Thank you so-"

"What did I say..." I heard a deep growl come from the door. Harry stood there, fists clenched.

"Harry," Zayn smirked. I looked at Zayn then back at Harry.

Harry quickly pinned Zayn up against the wall, lifting him from the ground.

I had just seen a new side of Harry.