You Saved Me ● Harry Styles AU

Lesson One

Chapter 10: Lesson One

 

“Alright Harry,” I said as I stacked the newly printed papers in front of him, “Today we’re going to start learning how to form words, that is, writing,” I paused to take a breath, “But first, everyday I’m going to teach you one new word to broaden your vocabulary. And because I know you can manage it, they aren’t going to be easy.”

“Okay.” Harry responded.

“Today’s word is loquacious, which means talkative,” I then spelt out the word for him, “Do you know anyone who talks a lot?”

“Andrew does.”

“Really? So his parents taught him how to talk?”

“He used to stay up all night talking when he couldn’t get to sleep.”

“Okay, so Andrew is a loquacious little boy.” I formed a sentence and took out one of the printed leaves.

I introduced Harry to the tracing paper and I placed the pencil in his right hand. He looked at it and then he looked at me.

“What do I do now?” He asked honestly.

I instructed him to drag the pencil down and across the dotted line and after a few hundred times, he could do an uppercase ‘h’ and a lowercase ‘h’.

Harry seemed to be pretty excited about that but I wasn’t. I knew that Harry wasn’t seeing into the future like I was, so I had to be the one to push him and help him to get his life on track. But not without encouraging him along the way. I saw how much potential Harry had and I couldn’t help but be envious. I had never been receptive to learning, and here comes Harry, twenty years later, learning for the first time ad excelling at it. It’s almost like Harry brings out the little green monster in me, which is ironic.

After spending an hour on individual letters on those ridiculously sized lines, I introduced him to simple three letter words, and sometimes four letters.

“I’m tired.” Harry complained.

“Please Harry, just one more and you can do it without the lines, “I pleaded with him, “For me?”

Harry looked at me and sighed, and I swore I heard him say; ‘Just because you’re cute.’, and leaned over the paper and began to write the word ‘seat’.

“Now do it on the back.” I instructed him as soon as he finished.

Slowly but surely, he wrote it carefully like he was doing calligraphy. The same trait he shared with speaking; slowly, like he was plucking the words off some imaginary tree. Harry’s handwriting was small but it had some elegant qualities to it.

“Now the better question is, how do you pronounce that word?”

Harry sighed and looked at me with an exasperated expression.

“Remember how I taught you the sound of each letter. How do you pronounce this letter?” I pointed at the‘s’.

“Ssss.”

“Okay and when it’s in front of this letter?”

“It makes a ‘c’ sound.” He commented.

“Great. Now can you say the whole word?”

He shook his head, flashing his curls.

“Fine. Here’s another way of doing it. You break up the word into two parts,” I covered the‘s’ with my hand, “Now you know how to say that.”

“Eat.” He grinned proudly.

“Now add the‘s’…” I egged him on.

“Seat? Seat!” He repeated and I praised him accordingly.

It was then when I noticed that there was a small child holding onto Harry’s chair, patiently waiting for us to finish our conversation. Harry’s eyes followed mine and he turned to see the small, blonde, seven year old, shyly looking at him.

“Harry?” She asked in a timid voice.

“Yes Brit?” Harry pulled her onto his lap, a common practice between the five.

“When do we have to go home?” She asked sadly and Harry sent me a panicked look.

“Brit, come here, “ I took her into my own arms, nearly losing it because of how light she was, “The alley was not your home. This is your home now, and I am never making you go back there. Harry and I are going to take care of you and keep you safe.” My heart kept continually breaking from the thought that she didn’t think she would stay here for much longer.

“Okay.” She nodded, not fully comfortable with being on a stranger’s lap.

Her mind seemed to be thinking of something, as her face contorted. She scurried over to Harry and whispered in his ear to which he responded ‘We’ll see’ and sent her back to the others.

I raised my eyebrows, hoping Harry would understand.

“She wanted to know what would happen to their weekly bath.” Harry answered my body language.

“Oh, well what did you do prior?”

“Public bathrooms…” He muttered, embarrassed.

“Then I guess that’s our next aim.” I tried to lighten the mood and Harry smiled as a result.

You guys must hate me! Exams are nearly over and this summer’s going to be extra busy, since I have to continually write this and the sequel for Mirrors AND type up the sequel for MMFIL. But it’ll be alright. Okay? Okay.

It was amazing. I tried to be stone faced but by the time it got to the scene where she was driving I just lost it. Nearly 2300 reads and over 150 comments, that’s amazing!! Thank you so much and please enjoy the little thingy below.

 

I got up in the middle of the night to go get some water when I passed Harry and noticed his eyes were wide open. “Harry are you okay?” “I can’t sleep,” He murmured, “It’s dark…” “So what did you do in the alley?” “There was a streetlight…” He sniffled. I left him alone and went and rummaged through my closet until I found it. I plugged the nightlight into the plug beside him and he lit up as much as it did. “What’s that?” “A nightlight, it’ll help you sleep. Night Harry.” I chuckled and left him alone, ogling at the new addition to the room.

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