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

Chapter 8. Call me harry

After Mr.Styles got all of his stuff together and was ready to leave, he guides me to his car.he lets me in the passenger seat. His car smelt terrible. Like a mixture of smokes and alcohol. I out my seat belt around my shoulder and stomach as Mr.Styles begins driving without his seat belt on. I sigh awkwardly as I look around his car. I see an ash tray filled with cigarette butts crushed and burned out. The smell makes me gag and cough a little. I see Mr.Styles glance at me and then he turns his AC on in his car. He holds on the steering wheel as he drives to his Flat. His car was terrible, it smelt bad, it was dirty, but it was a nice car if he cleaned it. Once he parks his car he gets out and waits for me. I get out and close the passenger door as he guides me into his flat. When we get in the flat I look around and smile a little. It was a really big flat. It's a two story flat. It was actually clean and smelt good unlike his car. I look up at him as he takes my books and he sets them on the table.

"Have a seat on the couch." He tells me pointing to the couch in the living room.

I go and sit down as i wrap my arms around myself looking out the window that was next to the tv, the tv was currently off. Mr.Styles takes his coat off and slips his shoes off. He loosens his tie and takes it off, he unbuttons the first couple buttons on his button up shirt. He comes over and sits besides me not to close. I look at him as he turns the tv on then looks at me. He swallows making me able to hear it.

"So you're actually pregnant?" He asks me.

I nod and look at him. "Yes." I say as he nods.

"I am really sorry." He sighs looking at his hands.

"It's okay, it's my fault."

"No I did it."

"But I was being dumb, underage drinking." I say softly.

"No, it's my fault. It's my fault that you are having these babies." He puts his large hand on my stomach as I look up at him. I smile softly.

"I am glad I am getting my babies now at least."

"Yeah, it's gonna be great for you." He says. He removes his hand off my stomach and he sets it on his knee.

I shrug and smile. "Maybe, I am not saying you have to but maybe you can like see the kids if you want."

He shrugs slightly and looks at me. "I don't know. I don't really know how to care of little kids. I can take care of kittens and dogs not kids." He says making me giggle a little.

"I don't know how to either, Mr.Styles." I smile at him.

"Harry, call me Harry."

"Okay Harry." I say and smile at him.

"Can I get you anything for a snack? I have chips, fruit, what ever."

"No I am fine but thank you so much." I say as he nods.

"Wanna watch tv?" He asks and I nod.

"Sure." I say as he turns the television on and flips through channels. He finds a movie he likes.

"Do you like this movie?" He asks as I look at the tv screen. He turned on a silly movie, Despicable Me.

I giggle softly and nod. "Yes." I said and leaned back on the couch. He smiles and puts the remote down and I see him put his arm along the top of the couch behind me. I really think I am starting to like him.

As I watch the movie with him I giggle and he chuckles at the cutely funny movie. Half way through I feel Harry move closer to me making my smile. He puts his one arm around my shoulders. I look up at him as he looks down at me.