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by misterstyles94

by misterstyles94

// Im back! //

That night I tossed and turned, begging for sleep to overcome me, and to sooth my racing thoughts of him. I finally felt my eyes getting heavy as I snuggled into my comforter once more. Just as my body began to relax, I was woken yet again,hearing the obnoxious giggles coming from the living room.

Glancing at the clock, I groan.

4:45.

Throwing my legs over the edge, I place my feet on the cold wooden floor, wrapping my arms around myself.Padding over to my door, I open it just enough to peer out to see the cause of noise. It took my eyes a moment to register to the lights that were just turned on, but once I was able to focus, I feel a small anger beginning to fester as a sight I've seen too often plays out.

There in the living room was my mother, still in her waitress uniform, throwing herself onto the couch; an empty vodka bottle in hand.Exiting my room, I make sure to stay as quiet as possible to try and not make too much noise as I approach her.

"Mama, was it a bad night?" I mutter, reaching for the bottle she clutched in her hands. "Oh, Nora," She slurs, sitting up and rubbing her eyes."Did I wake you?" Shaking my head, I place the empty bottle on the coffee table as I reach down for her hand to help her up.

"I needed to get up anyways," I shrug, guiding her to her room. Once she was in her own bed, I turn and walk back to the living room to throw bottle away. 5:00 the clock on the stove read. Might as well get ready for today, I say to myself heading for the bathroom to begin the routine, a part of me wanting to put a little more effort into my appearance knowing Mr. Styles would be waiting for me in first period.

Staring in the mirror I let out a small huff. I decided to curl the ends of my hair so it framed my face, and I even added a touch of mascara. Gazing down at my body, I run a finger over the black lace of my bralette, trying to remember what his touch felt like. I stood there, taking in the small curve of my waist, down to my matching panties. The stockings I chose for today only came up to mid thigh, meaning my skirt would just barely cover the hem.

Biting my bottom lip, I push the thoughts out of my head as Olivia's voice fills the room. "Are you done, Nora?" Rushing around the bathroom, I quickly throw on the white button down that I had hung up, and my gray skirt. "Just a moment, Liv!" I call back. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I quickly tie my shoes before standing and taking one more glance in the mirror.

"You ready buttercup?" I giggle, opening the door. Nodding her head, I smile at my little sister, who eagerly reached for my hand to walk her to the bus stop.

By the time that I had made it to school, I still had fifteen minutes before the first bell rang.Shifting the books for them to rest on my side, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before I slowly opened the door.

Disappointment washed over me as I scanned the room, and it was empty.

"So much for trying," I mutter to myself, walking over to the same seat I had claimed yesterday. Just as I sat down, and crossed my legs, I heard the door creak open, my stomach turning in knots.

"Hello, darling" His velvet voice echoed, my throat becoming dry as my eyes locked with his. He stood there, his collared shirt unbuttoned at the top, small tattoos barely visible along with his necklace that swayed back and forth as he moved.

After a moment, he began to close the space between us, a small smirk playing across his face. "Hello, Mr. Styles," I half whisper, tightening my thighs together as he stood directly in front of my desk.

"Stand up for me love," he barely whispers, his eyes darkening as he takes a step back. I slowly make my way towards him,my body brushing his as I sat on my desk and crossed my legs. Without missing a beat, his hands are on both of my thighs, spreading them for him to stand in between. Moving his hands to cup my face, he slowly traces my bottom lip with his thumb.

"So soft, so innocent,"He hums to himself, his cologne filling my senses as I close my eyes and swallow hard.

"Mr. Styles," I beg, my eyes moving to his as I watch him gaze down my blouse.

"Are you trying to show off for me,Ms. Collins?" He taunts, moving one of the hands that held my cheek slowly down, his fingers grazing from my neck down to the bare skin before he reached my breast. By now, I felt myself getting hotter, small whimpers leaving my lips as tension building between my legs. His hand begins to dip into my shirt, and I feel him trace the lace pattern of my bralette.

A low growl escapes his throat as I watch him shut his eyes tight. Just as he opens his plump lips to say something, the bell goes off, and just as fast as this had started, it ended. In an instant, he was walking behind his desk and running his fingers through his hair.

Pushing myself off the desk, I quickly button my blouse, keeping my eyes locked on the floor as students began to pour in.

What am I doing?

So I've come back from the dead, and i cannot wait to consistently update this story! Leave comments lovelies :)