Forbidden Love (Teacher/Student) · h.s *EDITING*

Chapter 4

Getting ice maybe was a bad idea, maybe playing football was a bad idea, I should of just left it. Poppy is pissed off with the world now, and this isn't good, all because of two people. Luke and Grace.

By the end of the day, Poppy had punched every locker that she has walked past, shouted at most year 7's that have stepped in her way, and has been warned by teachers to calm her attitude, which she still hasn't done.

"I can't believe him... And her!" She screamed again, teeth gritted. "He's such an arse hole! But I love him..."

"Shut up!" Gabs whines, we've both heard this story many times, she hates him but loves him, god knows why? I do miss him myself, but maybe it's the best that he isn't with us any more, he's moved on, good luck to him.

"Why? Do you still have your hopes up for Michael?" Poppy bites back.

"No? I don't lik-" Gabs began to say.

"You do! Face it" Poppy rolls her eyes, I hope she's calming down. "There she is... Bitch!"

Maybe not.

"Sh!" I elbow her, if Grace or any minion would of heard her say that, be off with Poppy's head.

We quietly walked past them, knowing Poppy had her eyes fixed on her the whole time, just no comments were made. We had to get to our lockers and collect our bags as it was the end of the day, finally. Right now, all I wanted to see before I went home was Mr Styles.

We ended up seeing him on the way out the doors, he was wearing a black blazer and holding a dark leather journal and a laptop bag. He was still looking hot. His journal took my eye, it had many scribbles across it, maybe he wrote a diary? Probably not, maybe he writes songs?

"Hey Carly?" He smiles whilst striding past me, his dimples digging into his cheeks with his adorable smile.

"Hey sir!" I chirp back, there's really nothing else I can say, is there?

"See you tomorrow?" He reply's, waving his hand awkwardly in the air, heading across the car park. I watch him until he stops at a large black range rover. He must have some money to afford that.

"Aw, you two are so cute!" Gabs sings, as I feel my cheeks blush an alarming red.

"Shut up!" I sing back, knowing she could be telling the truth.

I do like him.

When I got home, no one was in, so I casually searched for food, and spent my time on my phone searching through Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr. Until I fount myself looking for Mr Styles on every social media sight. This could be cast as stalking, but all I'm doing is background research to know if I can trust him right?

Many people came up when I searched his name, well last name. That's all I knew. Styles.

I scrolled past many people's pages, and groups within the area, until I fount a Harry Styles. The picture wasn't clear but it's a man with his back turned wearing a beanie, on a stage, I presume anyway. Maybe it is him and he did small gigs on a Friday and Saturday night at a local pub, who knows, I have the next year with him anyway, maybe I will find out who he really is.

I close my phone and stuff it in my pocket, as my dad walked through the door singing loudly, why did he always do that, it's embarrassing but funny.

"Hey munchkin, how was your day?" He asks, ruffling my hair.

"Not much, I have a new, real, music teacher!" I alarm him, he looks down at me with a praised smile, he knew that's all I ever wanted.

"I complained enough to that school, you're too good for them honey, so who is it?" He asks, raising his eyebrows and throwing himself down next to me.

"Mr Styles, he's young, but he's funny and I seem to be all right with him already?" I kind of lie. Mr Styles is more than funny, he's perfect. He's young, he's great looking, but he's got a great personality, I know I can trust him with anything, and to be honest, I think he seems to like me to, which is great.

"Ah! Young? He won't last!" My dad laughs, he then pulled himself up again to rummage through the cupboards to start dinner. He decides on making pasta, with a cheese and bacon sauce drizzled on the top.

Mum finally got home from work, she is incredibly good at making original Italian breads, and other pastry's. This apparently helped boost the profits, and new customers. She's been working there for years now, with one of her best friends.

"Hey my two favourite people! I have some bread to go with tonight's meal!" She starts to cut up the fresh bread, as dad dishes out four plates of the pasta.

"Why four?" I frown, hoping my mum isn't suddenly pregnant and this is a joke, or I have some long lost relative that I never knew about.

"We have a guest staying for a couple of weeks, his mum and step dad have gone on holiday. So I offered? You know Anne? She works at the bakery with me?" Mum explains, I just nod along as I don't think I know who Anne is.

"Where is he then?" I ask, going to sit down at the table. "Actually who is he, I need more detail of what's going on?"

"I believe his name is Harry he's a handsome chap, he's 24, and basically has no where to stay for a while, as his parents are trying to find a new house in the country somewhere, and there's have gone up for rent last minuet by the owner of the house and Harry has a new job... So, he can't have time off on his first day and no home!" Mum helps dad to bring the plates to the table where I was sitting.

"Where is he sleeping?" Another worry, a 24 year old man in my house. I don't even know this guy. It's even harder when your mum thinks he's good looking.

"In the spare room honey!" My dad finally gets a word in. "He should be here soon, he went to collect some extra boxes and luggage because they emptied the house before they went!"

"Before you ask, he is only stay for two weeks" My mum smirks, she knows's me too well.

The door knocks three times, as my parents both go to open the door, I get my phone out my pocket and open it up, no messages, nothing new there. I look back up to recognise the voice speaking to my parents

It can't be.

~Edited