Mr.Styles the teacher. (Harry styles)--being edited--

Chapter 3. Uh oh...

My phone was buried beneath a cluster of junk, but when I found it, the first thing I realized was the time, 4:23 A.M. It was ridiculously early, no one is up at this hour, I didn't think I wanted my family picking me up either, not while I was at that state. I found my grey lace bra from Victoria's Secret with the matching grey lace panties. Rather than throwing my dress back on, I stole a pair of basketball shorts and a white V-neck. I grabbed my phone and shoved it into the large pocket in the shorts. I looked around the bedroom which was very dark with a small amount of moon light glistening through the balcony doors. I took a deep breath fighting the pain messing with my entire body, I ran away from the room itself. I knew I could find a way out. I made it outside of the house where I started walking along the street alone. It was very late at night, everyone was probably passed out drunk or just exhausted. If I went straight home, dad might wake up. I couldn't even go home since I left my keys inside the house.... I decided to call Sam.

Sam didn't answer her phone.

I called Brandon. He didn't answer.

I let out a groan before dial Justin's number.

"Hey Justin, can you pick me up?" I asked him, with my arms around my stomach.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asked in a restless voice.

"I was- uh- over Sam's and I started getting a headache so I took a walk." And the award for best liar goes to... not me.

Justin seemed to by it though, "Alright, where are you?"

"I am by Green Ave." I answered looking at the sign.

"Okay give me a minute. Just stay there okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. See ya." He hung up the phone. I turned my phone off. It only had five percent. What the hell was I doing on my phone all night anyways?

After like 10 minutes of waiting at the corner like a hooker, a car pulled up by where I was standing with ,my head against the pole. It was my older brother. I got in the car's passenger seat besides him. His wife wasn't with him, she was probably at home resting. He began to drive again. "What were you doing all the way over here?" Justin asked me.

"Uh.." I didn't know if I could trust my brother, he was the legit Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes of the family. All I could do is hope because I was not spending another hour lying. "Please don't tell dad but I went to a party last night." I told him while I looked out the window.

"What?!" He shouted as he sat up straight driving his car back to my house.

"Please do not tell dad. My friend forced me too. I accidentally got drunk but guess who I found there?"

"Who the hell did you find?" He asked angrily. His voice deepened but he held his anger

"Niall, Erin's husband. He was smoking and drinking, like a junkie." my voice cracked a little as I regretted sharing the details. His eyes went wide and his eye brows raised. He shook his head looking like he was kinda hurt by this news for both me and Niall.

"Did you see Erin?" He asked, gripping the steering wheel causing his fingers to turn a pale white.

"No only Niall and some other guys," My head turned to look out he window at the little pitch black homes. "Please don't be mad at me, I am so sorry."

"Fine but don't do that again. I don't want you getting hurt." He broke, telling me the honest truth. As much as I knew that was true, I wish I would have gotten the heads up that hangovers can lead to some serious head aches since I had a deadly migraine.

We got home to the dark house barely recognizable from the dark. I entered the house and did not expect to see my dad up on the couch. It was 4:30, in the morning, normally people would be asleep at that hour. 

"What are you doing home so early in the morning?" Dad asked me with his arms crossed on his chest.

"I started to feel sick. Sam did not want to get sick any more than I wanted to get sick at her house so I just called Justin to pick me up." His head nodded believing my lie that I fabricated right on the spot.

"Okay, just make sure to call me next time." He said as my head uneasily nodded. Here goes the head aches again...

I got into my room and started charging my phone. The light flashed signalling the charger was working. All I wanted was some rest, that was all I needed. Just a little rest..

"What happened last night? Where did you guys go?" I texted Sam in hopes she would answer. I doubted it since it was too early for anyone especially Sam. Obviously I did not get a reply as soon as I wanted. However, I still checked my phone every other minute.

My headaches became too unbearable that I left my bedroom and wondered the dark halls, traveled down the stairs and in to the kitchen cabinet with all of the medication. Two Aspirin is just what I needed.

When Monday rolled around, I was relieved that the questioning had vanished as well as the tension between Justin and I. The painful thought that I had slept with my very own teacher, Mr. Styles made me sick to my stomach each and every time I thought about it. It was disgusting that someone would sleep with their teacher. It was disturbing and weird. He was cute when he slept though, his face pressed up against the pillow. When I woke up in the morning, I got up began my morning routine before school, just in time for Sam to pick me up. 

First as usual, I got into my closet and took out my sweatshirt and some jeans. There was a visible hickey on my neck that I just had to hide with my big sweatshirt that was unusual for me to even wear.

I get in and stay silent as I am embarrassed. I still don't know if she knows about Mr.Styles and I sleeping together while I was drunk. It was so embarrassing. I keep quiet the whole entire ride to school holding my books and my finished work. Once we get there she parks her car and gets out. I get out and walk besides her into the school still not speaking. I go straight to the lockers and then to first class.

At lunch I stayed quiet until Sam asked me what's wrong.

"Nothing." I reply to her question as I look at the table slightly depressed.

"Are you sure?" She asks and I nod softly.

"Do you remember anything from the other night like what I did or anything?" I ask her.

She shakes her head in a response. "No, sorry. I left and broke my phone by accident. That's why I didn't call you this morning." She says. That explains why she hasn't been replying to my text or calls.

After lunch I barely talked. I go to last class. Mr.Styles class. Does he remember the other night? Is he mad at me? Does he remember? All these questions roll through my head and the big one. Did he use protection? What if I get pregnant with my teachers baby. I have to have my dad take care if the baby or even my brother. I lay my head down on the desk as Mr.Styles teaches same as usual. I dint think he really remembers so that's good. I think as I sigh with relief. I don't think I should ask him if he remembers. I don't think I will.