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

Chapter 8

Carly's P.O.V

He walked in to find me singing... 

No one hears me sing other than; My parents, the girls and Luke. 

"Sorry!" He raises his hands in his defence, as I feel my cheeks burn. 

I grab all my homework, bag and phone and quickly run straight past him, keeping my head low and head towards the stairs, making my way to my room. 

"Carly!" He shouts up after me, I'm not facing him just yet, I know I must of sounded bad, he had the biggest smirk spread across smug but ever so handsome face, my chances are over to even try and begin to get to know him, or even talk to him. 

His heavy footsteps reach my door, just as I close it on his face. What was he going to try and say, that I should improve my 'vocals', I knew that I need more practise, and I wasn't perfect, but him, being a music teacher, should understand. 

I jump onto my bed, as I bury my head into the pillows. Harry is still standing outside, I can hear him heavy breathing on the other side of the thin wooden door. 

"Carly? Let me in?" He pleads, knocking on the door gently. I didn't reply, why should I embarrass myself even more. 

The door suddenly flung open, there was Harry, concern took over his features. 

"Sorry, but you were good!" Harry steps slowly into my room, hesitating whether to take a seat on my bed or not, but he does anyway. He starts to play with my hair, and stroke the back of my neck. "You are good, I promise! You didn't have to be embarrassed..." 

"Then why did you smirk?..." I give off a muffled sound, as my head remains in my pillow. 

"I found it cute..." He confessed, still playing with my hair. 

"You didn't..." I started to pull myself up to face Harry, who was perched at the end of my bed. 

"I did, you're cute" He blushed, his eyes were bright, reflecting of the sunset through my window, we both stared at each other for a while, just examining each other. 

"What" I breath out, it was probably my turn to tell him I think he's cute too, but what if he doesn't mean it in that way. 

 He sighs, cupping my cheeks in his overly large hands, stoking the fresh tears away.

He suddenly climbed over to me, joining me in the pile of pillows beneath me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. I placed my hand on his toned chest, feeling his heart beating fast under his rib cage, his chin balanced on the top of my head. My eyes falling shut. 

*2 hours later*

"Carly?" I hear my mum shout up the stairs.

I jumped up, expecting Harry to still be there, worried my mum will catch us, but he was gone. I laid back down, and waited for her to enter my room, but something or someone had stopped her on the stairs, Harry. 

I pulled myself out of bed, and looked at the time; 6:23pm. I gathered all my hair into a messy ponytail, and strolled towards the door, opening it to find mum and Harry in deep conversation. 

"You wanted me?" I yawned, glancing at Harry, who was smiling. 

"Harry told me you went to sleep, and he kept an eye on you. What a good lad" My mum stroked the top of Harry's arm, before she pulled me into a tight hug. "Are you ill?" 

"No! I was just tired" I looked over her shoulder to find Harry staring at me.

"Sure, anyway... Dinner is ready! We're having sausage, mash and peas!" She starts to make her way down the stairs. 

"Okay, I will be down in a second!" I shout, as Harry began to walk over to me pulling me into a hug.

"I needed to do some marking " He whispered into my ear, letting go of the hug and making his way downstairs holding his hand out for mine. I grabbed his soft large hand, and followed him down the stairs, letting go of the hold at the sight of my parents.

Dinner was awkward, I sat opposite Harry, as my mum sat next to me. We ate with mild conversation, mainly talking about music, school and the upcoming year. In between the meal, every now and then, Harry would stroke my leg with his foot, making it tickle. It was so hard to keep a straight face, randomly giggling at a serious topic. When we finished clearing away the plates, Harry excused himself to his room, saying he had marking to keep up with, I walked into the living room and sat down needing some thinking time, instead I got my phone out and joined the ongoing group chat that we all have; Michael, Calum, Poppy and Gabs. 

Micheal: Anyone coming on Friday night?

Poppy: I will, just as long as I don't see her, with him.

Michael: Gabs? Carly?

Me: I suppose, for you guys!

Calum: Gabs? Michael needs you there;) 

Michael: Shut up!

Gabs: Sure! 

Calum: Yay, you all going! We should meet up after school and get food together? Nandos, 5:30? 

Me: Sure!

"Mum? Am I allowed to go out with the others on Friday night, for a meal and stuff?" I shout across the room. 

"Sure, don't do anything stupid! You know my rules! No alcohol, no fights and no parties!" She points her finger at me, raising her eyebrows. She know's I never drink, but she doesn't know I go to house parties, but they're mainly house parties that include 5/6 people. 

"Of course!" I roll my eyes. "Night!" 

I go upstairs, and get ready for bed, having a quick shower. The water cascades, and warms my body up, relaxing all the muscles in my back and arms, leaving me calm and tired, basically ready for bed. I change into my fluffy pair of pyjamas, and plait my hair hoping for waves in the morning.

I got into bed and thought about all the events that happened today. 

Harry and me...