My Teacher!

chapter three: practicing with Mr. Styles

I rolled over in bed, falling onto the floor with a thump. Shit. My alarm clocked beep continuously rehearsals with Harry.

I groggily got up and threw on a pair of jeans with a Black Veil Brides t-shirt. I brushed through my hair and brushed my teeth, then headed out the door with my book bag.

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When I got to school, as soon as I walked through the door, I saw Natalia talking to Harry. What the hell?! I hid around the corner, watching them. They were talking and laughing. They exchanged slips of paper and she walked away. He smiled at her, watching her leave. I felt steam rise up in me. I stormed past Harry.

"What's your problem?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Shut the hell up Styles" I spat back. He rose his hands smirking, leaning against the door frame. I went after my friend. She smiled to herself at her locker. I stormed next to her, slamming her locker.

"Um?" She asked, looking at me weird

"Don't you um me. You just gave my worst enemy your number!" I exclaimed. I shouldn't be mad. I know. But I'm so pissed off. I don't even know why. She gave me a look.

"Listen, Lucy. It's not my fault that you hate perfection. But I can like him if I want, I can hang out with him if I want. You don't control me!" She yelled back. I eased up a little bit. I guess she's right....I get out of hand sometimes. I just silently opened my locker and got my stuff out, then turned around and walked to class.
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In 7th period, Harry gave me the same shit as usual. He announced to the class I would be singing the solo (not before he gave me a disgusted look) then let us do what we want. I don't even know where the teacher is. When class ended, I grabbed my bag and walked into the classroom, throwing it down and plopping down, pissed off more then ever. Harry cleared his throat loudly. I turned around and scowled at him. He just smirked.

"Somebody looks upset" he said, tapping his fingers on the desk. I didn't reply, just looked at him, cooly.

"And, well, I believe you owe me a song....?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I gritted my teeth.

"Do you want a fucking song?!" I yelled. "Then here's your fucking song!" I added. I sang the solo in pure anger, belting out every word with full emotion. He looked taken aback. When I was done he just stared at me and I ran out of the room, to the library way down the hall. I plopped down on one of the chairs, resting my head on my hand. What's gotten in to me...? Why am I acting like this? Why did I storm out and go off on him? I sighed, staring hard at the ground. I saw a shadow standing over me. I turned around and saw Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets and his lips pursed.

"What?" I spat.

"Come on, we have work to do. Your voice sounds nice, but the vibrato isn't all that stable." Within that he turned around and walked away, leaving me in pure utter confusion.

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I cooled down and walked back to the classroom. His fingers glided over the piano keys perfectly. I just stared. He stopped and just turned around and looked at me.

"Well?" He asked.

"Well, what?" I replied.

"You calm now? And ready to rehearse?" He raised and eyebrow. I sighed and nodded. "Well, come on." He patted the spot next to him on the piano bench. I plopped down next to him and he helped me with vibrato.

"You see, you have to relax your throat, vocal chords, everything. It'll flow right out of you. It may take a bit of practice, but you'll get the hang of it." I nodded as he explained.

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Rehearsal came to an end. Basically all we really worked on was vibrato.

"Alright, we're done here" he said simply. I grabbed my bag. "Oh by the way? Don't tell ANYONE that I've been nice to you. I'll only be nice during rehearsal. But after, I'll do all I can to piss you off." He smirked.

"Whatever" I mumbled. I walked out. But I heard fast paced footsteps behind me. I spun around and Harry stood there, holding something in his hand.

"Uhh I think you dropped this" he said awkwardly. He opened his hand and it revealed the locket I was wearing of me and my dad. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

"Um, yeah. Thanks..." I replied. He put it in my hand and as I felt our skin touch, chills went up my spine. We stood there for a little while. It was really awkward.

"Right, well, see you on Monday..." He said. I nodded and turned around, walking to the car.
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