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

Chapter 10

I had music last lesson today, instead of first like Monday. I checked which days I had Harry...Mr Styles. 

Monday and Wednesday's. 

I think that's bearable, but also living with him. How am I going to cope, and get over this heart brake. The more I want to move on, the more I think about him. I think about all the things he said and did.

I push the thought to the back of my mind, not wanting to think about the situation that we were in, the situation, where he left me. The situation that seemed much worse as he is my teacher. 

"You have Mr Styles today Carly!" Poppy teased, pointing at the sheet I was just checking. 

"I know... I don't know if I like him at all, he's a dick" I told her, Gabs also listening in. They both started laughing, as I just stared at them, unsure why they were laughing. 

"Idiot, you do like him... It's obvious!" Gabs butts in, Poppy nodding agreeing with her. 

I shook my head no, and started to walk out of tutor, to my next class- English with Mr Grey. His name sounding insignificantly boring, but he just isn't. I suppose I can say he's the funniest teacher I have ever had. He acts like a teenager, but he's middle aged, has hardly any hair and wrinkles appearing under his eyes, he's married and owns a collection of old classic novels that he lets students borrow including me.

On the way to class, I had both the girls beside me chatting about some TV show, we were just approaching the classroom we were assigned to as Harry, Mr Styles, walks out of no where. He fixed his eyes on mine, and I just turned away, but quickly looked up again to him still staring at me. He looked like he had been crying a little, probably not. What has he got to cry about? He nodded at my friends and I, as he took himself into his classroom, greeting his students. 

"Did you see that?" Poppy and Gabs both gawked at me, I just stared at the ground. 

"What?" I ask. 

"He was totally staring at you, he didn't take his eyes off of you!" They screeched in my ears. 

"I know..." I smiled, but they don't know what's really going on... 

English was interesting, we learned about Shakespeare, carrying on with Macbeth for our exams later this year. I suppose Shakespeare was an interesting man, and my favourite all time play by him, is Romeo and Juliet. I grew up with that story from my mum and dad, and their true love for one another. I guess that's what I felt happen with Harry. I felt love instantly and I'm guessing so did he.

Next lesson was maths, which I didn't have a care for, I doubt anybody did. My teacher Mrs Denver, was quite young, married, and pregnant like most of the teachers here. I always wondered why anybody would become a maths teacher as it's so boring, but I guess it's because they are good at math right?

By the time my brain was aching from all the stupid, brain space taking on a lesson in fractions, it was break. Which I needed. We met up at our usual table, and began to gossip about our previous lessons, and what we have heard. 

"I heard Luke and Grace are still together..." Poppy's face dropped, and on queue Grace and Luke walked into the canteen holding hands. "Great..." 

"Just think they will be over in a couple of days?" Gabs muttered, as they walked past our table. Luke quickly turned to us, rolled his eyes and carried on. "Did he hear that?"  

"Probably? He spoke to me today... He said sorry for when he left me? But then took it back!" I put my head on my hands, and just looked around the room.

Shit. I remembered, I was suppose to be 'dating' Luke, that's what I blurted out anyway, but I can't tell anyone, as it involved Harry. But I really needed to tell the girls

"Really? Did you only just remember?" Poppy hits my arm. We always tell each other, if we speak to people we fancy, or find attractive. We mention what we spoke about, what happened, and what he was wearing. Which was mainly something to do with class, borrowing a pencil and they're always in uniform, nothing changes. 

Our conversation was ended by the bell, and I was back in Maths again, sat on my own at the back, next to the small window that looked out onto the car park. I fount Harry's car it was parked at the back like it has been since when he first started here. My mind kept reversing back to all the little moment's we had in that short spaced 'relationship'. 

I now had Music all afternoon, as they like your exam options to be double lessons long, I wasn't looking forward to my favourite lesson, not any more. I found my way to his classroom, awkwardly opening the door to an empty class. Harry was just sat at his desk, staring at his computer. 

"Can I?" I coughed, his dazzling green eyes suddenly met my gaze. 

"Sure" He smiled, his eyes darting back to his laptop. 

"You know earlier? Did you really mean it?" I brought it up again. 

"No... I don't know... It's complicated! I really do wan't" He began to talk, but was interrupted by others entering the class. He hopelessly smiled at me, and cheered and waved as other students walked in. 

All I could now think about is what he was going to say and hoping it was going to be along the lines of 'that it was too complicated to date a student on his new job', I mean I understand, but why even attempt it in the first place... This is all ravelling up in my head, which I decide to try and let go, and learn some important music, while staring at the man I'm hopelessly in love with...

Mr fucking Styles