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

Chapter 6

Hey guys, Harry isn't famous in this fanfic but it does involve past memories of being in a small band- One  Direction! But 5sos are in it, but they're not together yet- Ashton will be coming! I PROMISE!

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I woke up early this morning, knowing I had to get all my course work ready for the history lesson I have later, and I never attempted to put all the papers together until last night/this morning, even though I have had just had a break. 

I walk out of my room, and down to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast and a cup of tea, I had just enough time to do everything at my pace, slow. 

I turn the kitchen light on to reveal the bright room, that hurts my eyes to look at this time of the morning. I casually fill the kettle and start to make my cup of tea, slouching across the table reading my notes I left there. 

'Carly Styles...' One said, as I kept re-reading it again in my mind. The kettle just about boiled, when I hear a loud yawn come from the door and heavy footsteps walking my way. 

"Morning dad!" I say, not turning my back. 

"Excuse me?" A deep voice laughs, I turn around to face a very attractive and tired Harry Styles. 

"Shit" I mutter, as he still laughs, his head rolling back, as my cheeks begin to burn. Here I am, stood in my kitchen in my sheep pyjamas with fleecy pink bottoms, with no make up on. I look awful and feel it to. 

Well done Carly.

"Don't worry, I bet you forgot?" He spoke, turning his back towards me to sort out the cups of tea that I placed on the work top. "Is this yours?" He points at the rose mug, full with fresh tea. 

"Yep, you didn't have to Harry?" I pad over to him to grab my mug of tea. 

"Don't worry, what lesson's have you got today?" He asks, sipping the liquid from one of the mugs. 

"History and Spanish..." I roll my eyes, I didn't mind history it was just Spanish that got to me. 

"Ah! Hola?" He smiles, why does he look hot even though he just woke up only wearing sweats, a black t-shirt and a black hoodie, but he still looked flipping hot!

"Haha, my brain is not working right now!" I giggle, as he just laughs at me. 

"I better start getting ready..." I broke the silence placing my mug in the sink and walking back upstairs to finish my morning regime. 

 Harry's P.O.V (Going back to this morning) 

I woke up to thuds across the landing outside my room. I check the time on my phone; 6:32am. I rub my eyes until I can focus, and ruffle my hair back through my head, sorting the sloppy mess on top of my head, leaving more of a mess.

I grab my black hoodie, and make my way down stairs, maybe Carly's up. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about her last night going to sleep, she was on my mind the entire time I couldn't stop replaying the beautiful giggle out of my head, as well as when we first met. 

I walk into the bright kitchen, no one's around... I stretch and yawn, waking myself up more. 

"Morning dad!" I hear Carly call to me, wait what! I burst out laughing as hard as I could. 

"Excuse me?" I gasp, still laughing. I hate my laugh, it's annoying and loud and I can't shut up when I start, sometimes I even roll my head back, like I'm doing now. 

"Shit" I hear her whisper from the other side of the room, I have calmed down by now, but I will never forget this, she's so adorable. 

I decide to finish off the tea that she was just making, wanting to help her out, she obviously has some stuff to get on with as she was holding dozens of papers that were spread across the oak table that we sat at last night for tea.

Our conversation lasted a while, as we both had finished our cups of tea by then. She made her way out of the kitchen, to get ready for school. Which I had to do as well. I quickly clean the mugs that we just used, and make my way up the stairs to get dressed and ready for the busy day of teaching that lies ahead. 

I choose my white shirt and black trousers for today, I will have to be extra careful at lunch today to wear white. I take off my hoodie to reveal my tattoos that had not been seen before, unless they new the old me... 

I use to be a singer when I was in my late teens, and well I had one of those moments where I wanted tattoos, and it became an addiction. I don't regret it one bit, having a human heart on your arm doesn't make any sense and to some people it's quite creepy, I've been told by my mum many times. Going back to the singer part, I was in a band called One Direction, but it wasn't huge but we toured across England with Ed Sheeran, achieving a small popular fan at the time. It was a great experience to have gigs and sing with my four best friends; Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam. I don't talk to them anymore, they all moved on from our dreams, and well... So have I. Being 24 now but also the youngest in the band, I'm ready to start life just like the others, Louis and Liam both have wives and kids now, Zayn is married and well Niall is still being Niall, single but mingling. 

We broke up because of a fall out between the band as all we cared about was girls, we all started to lie to each other and we began to hate each other. We were friends for a while after, but we all just broke into groups and from now on, I don't speak to any of them, not even Niall. I still would love to try again with them, but everyone is older and has probably changed so much. Lucky for us, our fame died down, and hardly anyone know about us anymore, or remember us, which is good for us to move on.

By the time I'm ready to go to work, I run down stairs and find Carly just leaving. 

"Do you want a lift?" I ask her, grabbing my keys to my large black Range Rover. 

"Um... If you don't mind? Just stop before we get into the car park? We don't need the rumours?" She remind me of what I said yesterday. 

"You got it! Get in?" I open the door for her, as she hops in, followed by myself getting in and starting the car to drive to Elm High.