Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)

Broken Cravings; Eleven

*Comes out your closet*
*takes out a paper* *clears throat*
Status: Harr- Mr.Styles is still pretty 'aggresive' towards anyone. Him and Bethlyn did not i repeat DID NOT have sex....does oral sex count though?(obviously)ALSO Bethlyn hasnt got comfortable or pressured to call Mr.Styles daddy yet...so wait up. Mr.Styles does care for Bethlyn in a way but still has a cold, angry asshole heart.

-blackcreed

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As I sat in the quiet confines of the library, I found myself leisurely flipping through the pages of the history books that Mr. Styles had assigned for our upcoming classes. Surprisingly, I decided to delve into my schoolwork during the lunch break, determined to get a head start.

Ever since our first day at the school, there had been an underlying sense of awkwardness between Mr. Styles and me. Despite this, I was thankful he allowed me to indulge in my usual daydreaming during his lectures. However, today felt different.

As I sat engrossed in the pages, a familiar voice echoed through the library, interrupting my concentration. "Yes, I need all the 10th-grade history books in my class by Thursday," the voice said. I instinctively covered my face with my hand, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound as I glanced toward the entrance.

"I knew it was him. Finally, I spotted him with his phone pressed to his ear as he paced beside the computers. He didn't notice me just yet. "Hi, is this seat empty?" another voice sounded. Startled, I stared at the adorable blondie. His smile was full of innocence and nervousness.

"No," I said, shaking my head with a smile, "it's open for you." 

"Thanks," he whispered gratefully as he gently pulled out the chair, creating the best noise in the world.

eeeeEHHHHHHHGGSCRHHHHHHHHHHEE

Mr. Styles glanced our way and smiled at me. Then he looked past me, and his smile disappeared. I smiled sheepishly and waved while trying to stretch my arm to cover the boy who was digging through his bag.

Mr. Styles started rushing toward us, hanging up his phone. 

As I gently shook the boy, I sheepishly asked, "Hey, could you leave? I completely forgot that I have a friend coming over." The boy looked startled but understandingly gathered his belongings.

He let out a soft chuckle that seemed to dance around the room before he locked his gaze with mine, and it felt as if time stood still. I felt a rush of excitement in the pit of my stomach. An intriguing and indefinable quality about him set him apart from anyone I had met before.

Just then, Mr. Styles appeared behind me with furrowed eyebrows.

"Niall, where are you supposed to be?" he questioned, looking over my head. Fear gripped me even more.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Styles," he said with a pleasant smile as he reached for his bag, "I really should be focusing on studying for my quiz right now." With a smile on his face, Niall softly spoke to Harold, his words carrying a sense of warmth and kindness.

Harold's lips rose to a smile before disappearing into a straight line. "By the way, if you happen to be covering history, I would strongly advise against sitting next to Bethlyn. She's not the best at it, to say the least."

As Mr. Styles patted my shoulder firmly, I locked myself into his intense gaze. Reacting swiftly, I grabbed his hand, pushing it off my shoulder and causing him to glare at me with evident displeasure.

"Oh well, I'm pretty good at that," Niall said confidently as he gestured towards me. "Maybe I could tutor you?"

"No need," Mr. Styles quickly interjected, his voice sharp as he glanced around the room.

Niall narrowed his eyes at Mr. Styles, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Are you sure?"

As I turned towards Harold, feeling somewhat frustrated, I interjected, "Actually, I would like that. I don't think I'm passing history this year anyway." After giving Harold a disapproving look, I smiled at the cute blonde.

"Alright, kid. Lunch is over. Get out of here." He slammed the back of Niall's head while smiling.

Niall rubbed his head, giggling as his face turned red.

Intill Niall left and was at a distance Mr.Styles stood infront of me grabbing my shoulders harshly.

"You're getting punished.."