Mr Styles: COMPLETED

Chapter 8

It was a Tuesday and I still couldn't manage to get thoughts of what Harry and I done two nights ago out of my head.

It was like his strong scent blocked my senses, all I could see, smell and feel was him.

As I walked into sociology by myself I realised Jenny hadn't been as close to me as she was before, the last time we had spoke was last Wednesday when I told her about the whole tutoring situation. She seemed to move on with the crowd and craved attention from the so called 'popular groups'.

There was no one in class yet including mr styles himself which was peculiar, I sat in my usual seat and set out my things waiting for the lesson to start.

About five minutes later a rushed harry appeared, he was practically running into the class and some students found it funny. He wasn't his usual confident and intimidating self, his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, his hair was tied back and his face looked tired; his skin pale as ever and his under eyes looked a purplish blue.

"Read the textbook and answer the questions" he growled as if we should've knew what to do.

"We can't exactly do that without the pages sir" a young boy remarks and the class murmurs with laughter.

"Get out of my class!" Mr styles screams and I know I'm not the only one with chills. I've never seen him as this angry.

"B-but" the boy deftness himself.

"Get out or I'll get you out my self" his jaw was trembling, neck veins popping and his face a harsh red.

In silence the boy left and mr styles writes the page numbers on the board.

For a whole hour we stayed silent, no one dared to even breathe a bit louder.

After the class was dismissed I packed my things slowly and waited for everyone to go.

Harry was sat staring at me with sad eyes, I looked out the corridor and then shut the door locking it behind me.

I walked over to Harry who still has his weak eyes fixated on me.

"Daddy" I whispered and rubbed my hand over his creased forehead.

"Angel don't" he refused my touch and I frowned.

"I know something's wrong, you can tell me"

"You wouldn't understand" he angrily sighs.

"Why?" I snap

"Because you're just a child!" He raises his voice and I refrain myself from shouting back.

"A child that you've committed sexual acts with" I roll my eyes and he holds back a smile.

"You look terrible" I whisper and he pulls me on to his lap.

"Never get married sweetheart, that's what it does to you" he kisses my jaw

"Makes you look terrible?"

"And much more" he chuckles.

I grab one of his large hands and place it over my small one.