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

Chapter 5

It can't be. 

The voice is so similar, so smooth and deep, yet slow and husky. Mr Styles defiantly isn't staying in our house, defiantly not. This would mean, seeing him when I go to sleep, till when I wake up again... I mean it isn't such a bad thing, but I won't be wearing any make up, slouchy clothes and messy hair for two weeks.

"Carly? Are you going to come and meet our new guest?" My dad shouts, I hesitate to get up, and walk slowly towards the front door where everyone is waiting. 

Harry's P.O.V

"Carly?" Her dad calls, as I remember my mum telling me they have a daughter, that's really all she told me when she left, that I had to stay with the Furner's for a while when they went to find a new house, and that me leaving my new job would ruin my future, I have never met the Furner's before, as I was always at university... 

Carly? The name rings the bell. I awkwardly stand there, holding a box to my hip, waiting for the girl 'Carly' to meet me, this is going to be weird, staying with some other family, with a teenage girl.

As she makes her way into the large corridor that's perfectly organised, I guess most of the house is like this, I notice exactly who it is. Carly Furner, the girl from my music class...

It can't be. 

"Hey Mr Styles?" Carly awkwardly waves, as her cheeks begin to blush, which I find extremely cute. 

"Carly!" I chirp, my smile widening, as I feel my heart racing. She is a student. 

"You guy's have met?" As Mrs Furner smiles, turning around and making her way into the house, Mr Furner following then Carly and myself. We both just glance at each other, none of us know what to say. 

"Yeah... He's my new music teacher!" Carly finally answers, smiling at me. 

"Oh, isn't that a coincidence? I knew you were a teacher, but not for Elm High? Music? Our Carly is good at that! Maybe you could help her a little more?" Mr Furner comments, looking at us both.  

"I hope you like cheese pasta, Terry made it dear! By the way, call me Mia" Mrs Furner, or shall I say Mia mentions, and to my surprise, I love cheese pasta. 

"Ah! I love it, thank you again for letting me stay!" I say for the hundredth time, as I glance at Carly again, as I catch her looking at me. She begins to look down at her plate, as her cheeks begin to blush. Why is she so cute?

What am I thinking? Cute? She's my pupil? 

The plates were handed out, then we began to make conversation and eat the delicious meal. 

All the house looked modern, and clean. Mia must be house proud, I love it. The contrast of whites and reds made the house look new and old at the same time. What caught my eye the most was the pictures of Carly across the room, many of them were younger, and in some hot country on holiday maybe. 

"So... Harry? Do you think you will stay in Cheshire? Your parents are wondering if they should move some where else, am I right?" Terry asks, taking the last bite of pasta, I finished ages ago, as it was so tasty, I could get use to this. 

"Well, I wan't to... But it depends if I can get somewhere? And near where my Mum and Robin live... My parent's are divorced and my mum and Robin are engaged!" I add, telling them what's actually going on. 

"Ah! That explains it! Anne Cox, Harry Styles... Never put the two together!" Mia and Terry both stared at each other, nodding. 

"Do you have any siblings?" Mia asks. 

"Yep! I have an older sister, Gemma. But she lives in London at the minuet..." I can't remember the last time I saw her, maybe July. I have been so busy getting my career right, but so has she. 

"Aw, that's great! Do you want to go and settle in my dear? Carly, go and show Harry to his room?" Terry stands to his feet, as does Mia. 

Carly's P.O.V

I can't keep my eyes of Harry. I know he's noticing himself, but it's hard not to look. 

"Ready?" I ask, getting up from the table, pointing towards the stairs. 

"I suppose?" He shrugs, following me to the stairs picking up a box of his luggage. "You don't need to?" 

"I do, don't worry!" I smile, I start to climb up the stairs. The box is heavy, what has he got in this thing anyway. 

"So, can this kind of stay between us? A teacher staying in your house doesn't seem... Very professional?" He brings up, I knew that was going to come. 

"I guess, I don't really talk to many people anyway, can you tell?" I shrug, making my way into the guest room, I mean Harry's room. The room is never used, but it's set out perfectly in case of emergency's. The colours on the walls were a sky blue as for everything else, white. While bed, covers, curtains, wardrobe and rug. 

"You seem to like your own company?" Harry answers, his smile bright and happy. 

"Maybe, but I have my girls? As well as Calum, Michael and Luke..." I sigh, Luke. "Doesn't matter about Luke!" 

"Ah, I see he's old news. Ex-boyfriend?" He frowns. We both place the boxes on the floor, as I sit on his bed watching him pack away his clothes and other items. I notice one particular item. A picture of him as a teenager with his parents and another photo with a girl, I'm guessing Gemma. The photos look old, very old, it's him with no hair, well it seem's like it as he has no curls, which is a dramatic change for anyone to look at him now. He looks happy, as does his family, which makes me smile. 

"You had no curls then? Perm is it?" I laugh, pointing at the picture. 

"Ha! Could say that, but not true! It just grew out that way I guess? I had tighter curls before this!" He points to his head, laughing. His laugh is so dorky, but cuter than any guy I've seen before. 

"Haha, I would love to see that!" I laugh. "I need to get ready for bed, but I will show you around properly tomorrow? You should know where the bathroom is!" I head out his room, smiling like an idiot, this might not be so bad. 

"Carly?" Harry shouts, as I'm about to open my door to my room. 

"Yeah?" I call back, popping my head behind his door. 

"Thank you, night!" He smiles, as I feel my cheeks heat up. 

"Night..." I slowly walk back into my room, still smiling like an idiot.