Sorry Sir (H.S)

Chapter 7

The blinding sun light beams across my face making me groan and shove my face deeper into the soft cream pillow.

Cream pillow. Cream pillow?

I don't own a cream pillow I think to myself while quickly sitting up eyeing my surrounding frantically. I don't recognise where I am. I'm on a double bed covered with a plain white bed sheet and cream pillows. There's a dark brown wooden wardrobe opposite and two white doors on the wall on the same side. This definitely isn't my bedroom its way too vintage and plain.

I turn to my left noticing a packet of tablets and a glass of water, I pick up the packet reading the back noticing they're only paracetamols. Swallowing two then downing my water. I throw the bed sheet off me standing up making my way towards the first door. I also notice I'm still wearing my black dress from last night.

Turning the handle as quietly as I can making sure to make as little noise as possible in case this is a kidnap and I need to find a way out.

However that plan fails as soon as I open the door and notice I'm in an open plan apartment. But not just any open plan apartment. I'm in Mr Styles' apartment.

Standing right across from me in the kitchen clad in just boxers and singing topless was my teacher himself. I take time to study him from where I'm stood with lust covered eyes. His sculptured back muscles are visibly noticeable as he tenses while flipping something over in the pan. His pale olive skin is scattered with little tattoos. Damn his skin looks smooth. I giggle inwardly as he suddenly thrusts his hips getting into whatever song he is singing.

Suddenly very few visions from the night before cross my mind. I groan aloud, causing Mr Styles to finally. Notice my appearance.

"Ah you're awake!" He exclaims. How on earth can anyone be this energetic on a Saturday morning? Is he high? Drunk? "Here take a seat I've made pancakes. Best hangover cure my mum ever taught me." He states proudly.

I awkwardly shuffle towards the table in front of me taking a seat while he saunters over to me with a plate full of pancakes and strawberries. A floral plate might I add. I chuckle inwardly at how right I was. "It smells exquisite." I compliment. "Thank you."

He smiles shyly, "You're very welcome" he says, placing the plate in front of me before taking a seat opposite me. I notice his chest has a tattoo of swallows. Cute. However what caught my eye was the giant moth on his stomach. But strangely he pulls it off.

We're left with awkward silence. With an odd occasion of the sound of my fork and knife scratching the plate. Mr Styles just sits there with his pale green eyes staring holes into my face.

Clearing my throat I ask him, "I don't really remember a lot last night. How did I get here?"

"Well I drove you back to mine. You were too drunk to remember where you lived and then you knocked out after telling me to take you to a park. So I had no where else to take you but here, to my house. And I also didn't want to change you, I would have guessed you wouldn't have wanted me to." He says suddenly getting shy and quiet towards the end.

I silently thank him, finishing off the rest of the pancakes.

"Do you want me to drop you off home?" He asks hesitantly almost as if he didn't want me to leave at all.

I never do this. I've never even been to a teachers house before. What am I doing?

"Where are my heels?" I ask him instead.

He nods his head towards the door. And there they are neatly set by the side of the door next to his worn out brown boots.

"Would you like to take a shower?"

"What?" I quickly respond.

"No! No! Oh god not like that. I meant just take a shower - alone - you know? You look like you had a messy night before I came." He tries to explain.

"Thanks I'll just have one at home." I respond.

"Okay I'm going to take one real quick then I'll drop you off." He states while getting up and walking towards what I now know is obviously his bedroom.

Once he shuts the door I jump up out of the seat running towards the front door grabbing my heels and finding my bag on the counter on the other side. Silently opening the door before exiting and closing the door behind me as quietly as I can. I run down a hallway to where I assume there might be stairs and exit his apartment building.

Once walking out of the entrance I realise I'm in the rich part of town. Of course he's loaded, he drives a stupid Audi.

I decide to just walk home knowing it should only be a 15 minute walk. I ignore all the weird stares I get as I casually walk barefoot and most likely looking like I've been attacked with my makeup rubbed off my face. Let a girl live.

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"And where on earth did you disappear too?" I hear a deep voice ask as soon as I slip through my front door.

"How did you get into my house Mitch?" I ask instead setting everything down.

"I picked the lock this morning."

"What the fuck?" I move towards the couch that he's sitting on, taking a seat myself.

He chuckles to himself while keeping his eyes locked on the television. "You know, I really cannot wait till me and my dad move in here. Your house is massive."

"You have years left for that Miller." I roll my eyes throwing my feet up on the coffee table.

"Nope. Just got off the phone to your mum. She wanted to check on you. I told her you went to Tasha's." he says turning the television off and sitting up to face me. "She said she spoke to my dad and they're calling the moving vans today." He says with a grin on his face. "So start clearing your room out sweet cheeks."

I groan in response throwing a pillow at him while getting up heading to my room to shower and brush my teeth.

My mother arrives hours later greeting me and Mitch with Mitch's father following behind her.

"Ah Nikita. Its nice to finally meet you. I'm sorry it's taken so long." He says while shaking my hand.

"You too Mr Miller. I must warn you now however, if you hurt my mother, I will kill you in your sleep." I state truthfully.

He chuckles thinking I'm kidding. "I promise nothing of the kind will happen and please you can just call me Kyle." He says before turning towards Mitch. "Go grab your stuff from the van."

Mitch turns to me "Did you clear out?" He asks.

"Fuck off. Its my room." I hiss to him.

"Mitch there are two other bedrooms for you to pick. Why on earth do you want Nikita's so bad?" Kyle asks him suspiciously.

He freezes for a second, eyes finding mine to try and get me to help him. And then it hits me. My bedroom is at the side of the house next to our ash tree. He wants my bedroom to help him sneak out at night.

A smirk grows on my lips, "Mitch is scared of the dark how do you not know that Kyle? My room shines in more light." I say.

"Oh Mitch don't worry son. I packed your night light you had when you were younger. Remember the little pink one." Kyle says shaking Mitch's hair who stands there embarrassed.

I bite my lip to contain my giggle.

"Right now lets start unpacking shall we?" Kyle says while wrapping his arm around my mothers shoulder. I can see her smile finally reach her eyes. "I can tell we will all be happy together here." He says while his eyes gaze around the room.

Mitch's eyes find my narrowed ones while he says "Oh I definitely will." He says smirking.