The Tutor

One

Nat's POV

I always found it weird how everyone agrees how Mondays are the worst day of the week. I honestly think it's Sunday's that are the worst. The thought of Monday in a Sunday no thank you.

It's currently Monday morning I'm my second period out of six. (A/N: I'm not from the UK so I'm using the way classes work at my old high school please don't kill me). Big cup of coffee trying not to fall asleep. I stayed up studying for today's test. I'm not a nerd I just like to be prepared and get out of this hell called school.

I'm torn out my sleepiness by yelling in the hall.
"Mr. Styles why aren't you in class?" I hear the principal yell.

"Shut the fuck up I'm going, go fuck your assistant since we all know your wife isn't who you're fucking"

Everyone in the class has different reactions. Some jaws drop, gasp, giggle , snicker, and like me roll their eyes

The door opens fast and in he walks Harry Styles himself. He is hot and all but everything else besides his looks is ugly. His seat is next to mine and he never speaks to me unless it's to ask for something like a pencil or my best friends number which is funny cause she plays for the same team as him. So I just ignore him.

It's after class and the teacher asks me and Harry to stay behind this can't be good. I'm the first to walk up.

"Why did you want us to say behind?"

"Good question to which the answer is that Mr.Styles here needs a tutor" out math teacher says

"Fuck no" I only now realize Harry is next to me and I jump at his voice

"Sir with all due respect I don't think I am capable of tutoring him" I look at Harry and he's looks at me with an unreadable expression so I turn away

"You have the highest grades and are very patient and you have tutored before if I'm correct?"

"Yes bu-" I'm cut off

"So I get no say in this shit, I don't need a tutor especially her" Harry raises his voice. I grimace a little.

"Mr.Styles I recommend it very much or you will fall far too behind to graduate" our teacher says

"Fuck" Harry says under his breathe. "Fine" he rolls his eyes.

"Wait I didn't even agree" I cut in.

"Sweet cheeks you'll do it" Harry tells me

"Don't fucking call me" I snap at him

"Woah the saint cussed" Harry jokes

"You fu-" I'm about to raise my fist but our teacher speaks

"Enough the two of you it's settled now you two will work out when you will study together" he folds his hands together and dismissed us.
I walk away with a huff and Harry follows.

"Princess wait up"

"Don't call me that" I keep walking. He grabs my arm. My hand comes up to slap him but he catches it.

"You really want to hit me huh princess?"
"Sorry my hand has a mind of its own when it comes to stupid people" I shrug. He lets me go and I walk off.
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I have to get my mind together before I can actually tutoring him. I'm not mad at him but myself because I got excited when the words left our teachers mouth. I hope I can get through It's finally Friday. Me and my friend Melissa are walking down the parking lot to her car. When we hear my name being yelled.

"Nat!Nat!" We turn to see a jogging Harry coming our way and we just turn to each other confused. "Hey, I was wondering if we could study today or this weekend. I'm free that time mostly"

"Aren't you parting on the weekends like every other "cool kid" I say quoting cool kid with my fingers. He just rolls his eyes at me.

"Love I don't go to those childish parties, I go to college parties, why am I explaining myself to you. Yes or no?" He tells me.

"Hmmmm give me your number and I'll get back to you in an hour or two. Sound good?" I ask him. He nods and hands me his phone. I send myself a text from his phone so I have his number as well and wave him.

Melissa drops me off at home and I see no cars in the drive was. Guess everyone is working or doing god knows what. I get in the house and head to my room to change then head back down to the kitchen to make a snack. I debate on whether I should text Harry or not. It is only for school but I hate to admit it that I get all hot and bothered when he is around. I decide to finish eating do some homework then text him.

Half an hour later I'm done with everything and have my phone sitting in front of me with the text ready to send address and everything. I'm just too much of a pussy to do it. Come on Nat stop being a little bïtch I tell myself and press send.

Not even a minute later I get a text saying .
Harry: I'll be there in 10 see you soon beautiful ;)

Oh no what is he doing to me.

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