Harry Styles Imagines

Mr. Styles

The first day of going to a new school is never fun. I don't know how to become friends with other people. That's like my main concern. I'm afraid of other people, what they might think of me.

I groan and get up. I walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I get dressed and brush my hair. I pack my bag and run down the stairs. I grab an apple to eat along the way and walk to the door.

I open the door and yell, "Bye mum, I have to go!", and make my way to my new school.

**

I arrived a couple minutes ago. I got my schedule and locker key. I'm now ready to go to my first class!

Biology.. Fun..

I'm so bad at Biology, it's horrible. I always need tutoring with Biology. I wonder what subjects we have this year.

I make my way to the classroom and take a seat in the front at the teacher's desk. The other students also enter the classroom and take their seats.

As I'm drawing in my notebook and everyone is talking to each other, the door opens and our teacher walks in.

I look up, seeing our teacher walk in. He is hot. He has curly brown hair that lies messy on top of his head. His emerald green eyes look around the classroom. His eyes meet mine and I blush a little, making him smile.

He's wearing tight black jeans with a white button up shirt. He's wearing nice shoes with a tiny heel.

He walks over to his desk and takes a seat. He lies his stuff on his desk.

All the students in the classroom are talking way to loud to each other.

As I'm drawing again I hear my teacher cough.

I slowly look up, melting by his beautiful eyes. He smiles at me, dimples showing. He bends over his desk to say something. He slowly opens his mouth to say, "Are they always this loud?" and he chuckles.

I return the smile and shrug, "I don't know actually, it's my first day here."

He nods understandingly, "It's my first day here as well!" he exclaims and grins, "Welcome!"

I blush and refocus on my drawing.

He gets up again to face the class.

"Alright class!" He yells, to get everybody quiet. Everyone turns towards him and I see the girls their faces turn red.

I understand though. Our teacher is hot.

The teacher smirks, "Good."

The girls in the classroom are all sitting on the edge of their chair forcing their breasts so that they're very noticeable.

"Well, class. I'm the new teacher here." He begins. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Harry Styles, but for you, of course, it's Mr. Styles. I'm 21 years old and my biggest dream was to be a teacher," his eyes travel among the students as he's introducing himself. His lovely green eyes meet mine and he smiles, dimples popping on to his cheeks, "And look where I am now.", he continues, grinning.

I put my hand under my chin, my elbow leaning on my desk.

Harry Styles.

God, he's attractive, and still so young! I'm already 17.

I'm starting to like Biology even more and more.

**

Biology is my favorite subject right now. I'm still not good at it though. It has been some weeks since the first day. Every time I had Biology, Har- Mr. Styles and I shared some glances at each other. I always sit in the front at his desk. I sometimes see him stare at me, but when I look up at him, he just smirks and looks down.