ONCE

Chapter 6

"Sorry we're late. Traffic," Harry explains as we rush through the doors.

Take a seat Mr. Styles and Miss-" he huffs as he looks down at the papers on his desk. "Miss White."

Harry pulls on my elbow, tugging me over to the seats near the back.

I sit down and watch Harry pick up a single table and move it closer to my table. He flashes me a smile, showing off his perfectly white and straight teeth.

My stomach flutters with butterflies and of course I start to flush.

You shouldn't be feeling like this, you already have a man! My subconscious reminds me.

Turning my flushing face away from Harry I take my chance to look at the professor. He's young, late twenties. He has strawberry blonde hair that needs to be cut. He has a tall stance but not taller than Harry. He's quite good looking.

"Starring is rude, you know?" Harry whispers.

"I-I wasn't starring," I try to defend.

"If you weren't starring, what were you doing?" Harry smirks.

"Thinking. I was thinking," I nod my head.

"Yeah, thinking about Professor Mason naked," He winks.

I gasp.

"No! I was not thinking that!"

"You're blushing, as per usual, that's all I wanted to see," Harry laughs.

"Why?" I ask astonished at his words.

"It's cute," he shrugs.

Cute? He thinks my blushing is cute? This gorgeous man thinks my blush is cute! Relax your panties, Jax likes your blush too. My annoying subconscious snaps.

Jax may like my blush but he hasn't told me that since we started dating! I snap back at my subconscious.

"Pay attention, sweetheart," Harry reminds me.

I look back to the young professor and tune in on what he's saying.

Half an hour into Professor Mason's lecture, my mind starts to wonder as I pick at my finger nails.

My morning. My morning with Harry. How I couldn't stop blushing. I'm such a little school girl. I wonder how long it will be until my mother calls me?

"What are you thinking about now?" Harry leaves over onto the desk.

"Just about this morning," I mumble.

"What about this morning?"

"Everything."

"So even the parts where I was shirtless?" Harry laughs.

"I'm engaged, Harry. I don't look at other men."

"Oh alright, so you weren't looking at me, shirtless and you weren't looking at Professor Mason?"

Well, yes I was but I'm not going to admit that to him.

"You were. You and I both know it."

I feel the heat return to my face, once again.

"Class is over in five minutes. We'll go grab lunch after," Harry demands.

There's no way I'm going to say no to him, so I just nod my head.

"Good girl," Harry whispers.

Two minutes till class is over and they are the longest two minutes ever. I just want to get out of here and go to lunch, I'm staving.

For food or Harry? My subconscious adds.

Food. I'm starving for food.

I glance over at the clock near professor Mason, it's time to go.

"Alright class, I expect to see everyone tomorrow and on time," Professor Mason glances at Harry and I.

I bow my head, shamefully. I cannot believe I was late and to my first class! I will be on time tomorrow.

"Common lets go," Harry says.

I grab my things and make my way to the exit behind Harry.

Once outside, with the sun shining down on everyone, Harry grabs my hand for the second time today! My blush continues. He leads me to his beautiful car and opens the door for me, just like this morning. Though I am reminded about what I saw this morning. Harry and his step-mother.

I watch Harrys tall, built body walk around the car and get in on his side.

"I know this really good place, but it's on the other side of town," Harry says.

"That's alright," I tell him.

About twenty-five minutes Harry pulls up to the curb of a café that isn't too fancy but still nice.

Harry walks around to my side of the car and opens the door for me, receiving a small thank you as my flush makes a reappearance.

We walk inside the café, it's cute and romantic.

Why can't Jax ever take me to places like this?

"Table for two," Harry tells the woman at the front desk.

"Right this way, sir." The attractive blonde says.

Harry pulls out my chair for me, earning a glare from the blonde.

Am I missing something?

"Thanks Katie," Harry says.

Does Harry know her? Of course he does! My little friends says.

The blonde walks away, leaving us with menus.

"Do you know her?" I decide to ask Harry.

"Yes," Harry mumbles.

"How?" I don't want to seem nosey but I want to know.

"She's an old friend."

"Like, a business friend?"

"Yeah."

So he's slept with her. I feel uncomfortable now.

"It was a long time ago," Harry speaks up.

"Alright."

Why should I care? I'm with Jax.

You know why you care. My subconscious says.