The Teacher (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch.10

(MACKENZIES POV)

"Mackenzie Elizabeth Miller! Open your door this instant!", I heard my mom scream on the other side of my bedroom wall.

I got out of bed for the first time in ages and quickly pulled on a sweatshirt to cover my arms. As I made it to my door, I looked at the calendar that was tacked on to my door. It was Monday again, which means that I have been in this depression for exactly a week.

I opened my door, meeting the gaze of my parents. I looked down and saw two suitcases that were surrounding their feet.

"Your aunt is sick. We have to go to France for a couple of days and visit her. Please Mackenzie, go to school. You have been off for a week already, you can't miss anymore.", my mom said as she picked up one of the suitcases.

"We should go so we don't miss our flight.", my dad said to my mom before looking back at me. "Be good, okay?"

I nodded my head before slamming the door shut.

I needed to get out of my room, I needed some fresh air. I decided to keep my promise to my parents and go to school.

I took a quick shower and got out my clothes. I was about to put on a cute tank top, but then I looked down at my arms. I cringed when I saw what I had done to them. Deep wounds speckled my arms, covering my wrists all the way up to my elbows. I took out a long sleeved shirt instead, attempting to keep the last bit of dignity that I still had.

**

The whole day was a blur. Everyone at school was giving me weird looks, curious as to why I had missed school for so long. I just shrugged it off, not caring about what anybody thought. Kennedi tried to talk to me, but for some reason I wanted nothing to do with her. When she visit me and told me that Harry wasn't worth my tears, I felt like slapping her.

Speaking of Harry…

RING! RING! RING!

There went the bell, signaling everyone to go to their last period. I had not thought about what I would do when I saw my history teacher- and at the moment I was having a slight panic attack.

After a few seconds, I managed to calm myself down. I planned on not looking at him, just keeping my head down the whole class. It would be hard, but it would be done.

(HARRYS POV)

I sat at my desk, waiting for all of my students to sit down. At this point, I didn't expect to see Kenzie walk through the door, but when she did, it felt like I had gotten the wind knocked out of me.

She was still so beautiful, but she looked so different. Her blonde hair was in a knotted mess, her usual glowing face was thinned out and dull. She looked unhappy and frail, if someone touched her, she would break.