Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Sixty-Three

Meredith's P.O.V 

I felt my eyes start to droop as I tried to read the word in this huge textbook. It was past 2am and I was still up trying to study for this huge test that we had to take tomorrow for Astronomy class. Turns out, "Mr Hottie" wasn't as easy to get around as everyone thought. Girls still drooled over him during class but no one fancied the shit load of homework he gave us. The words that was going through my head was practically pouring out since all I was doing was just reading and not thinking. I had to pass this test or else I was going to be put in extra help class after school which was basically a tutoring class but everyone made it seem like it was for 'slow' people. Did I mention Mr Evans was going to be our tutor? I'd rather cough up blood for a full week then see him more than I already have to. 

He is lucky I haven't reported him to the head master. Especially since he has been trying to slip moves on me and it was not the greatest feeling ever. I thought it would be the other way around. The students are supposed to be running after the teacher (which they already are) but instead he was running after students. If anyone found out about this then not only was he going to be sent to jail and fired but I will get kicked out of school and have it on my report. 

The report would probably say: Student tried hitting on teacher and got her ass kicked out of school. 

But the truth was really: Horny teacher fancied students and tried getting it on with a student who already had a damn boyfriend. 

Speaking of boyfriends....

It has been exactly 4 days since I have been avoiding Harry. It wasn't really fun trying to avoid him since I had to ditch my friends and have lunch in the library and race home right after school. I practically had no social life because of Michael's damn rules. I was pretty surprised that Harry hadn't showed up at my house and confront me about this. It disappointed me but I was to blame here. I brought this upon myself and Harry. He must be so confused and heartbroken. 

I sighed before trying to keep myself awake and making the words drown me but that was until I froze from the sound of my window opening. 

The room was dimly lit and the only light was from my lamp which was on the night stand. It was bright enough to light up the other side of my room which is where my window was. 

A dark silhouette stood by my window and I swear I heard my heart drop. I gulped down as the person stepped up closer to the bed where I sat under the covers. Trying to grab the nearest thing that would hurt the person was sort of hard. I stopped searching when the person's face came into sight. 

Harry's beautiful features were visible in this barely lit room. I had an urge to smile since I haven't seen his flawless face in so long clearly but realized that there was a reason why I couldn't. 

Even though Michael was away on a overnight business trip, I was scared that he could've put up some surveillance camera. Knowing Michael, he probably did put one up in my room. He could be watching us right now. 

"What are you doing here Harry?!" I whisper/yelled caution of Lindsey's sleeping stage just next door. 

"Came to see my girlfriend who has been avoiding me for the last god damn week. Any other reason why I'd be here?" He snapped. His expression was hard and pissed off. I didn't blame him but this was not the time to argue especially since Lindsey was right next door and a very light sleeper. 

"Why at 3 in the morning?" I questioned not bothering to get up and scold him like I was thinking of doing. I was far too lazy to do that and I knew already that Harry will end up winning whatever we are having right now.