Forbidden {L.S.}

Chapter Ten

Okay spoiler for this chapter, but I'm kinda tired of it. Towards the end when they actually start dating, don't write wanna see some real speed or anything like that please. I used to actually like this chapter a lot and now I'm scrapping pretty much the whole thing once I've written the other books. I get it feels fast to you, but this chapter alone takes place over a week time frame. I know that's partly on me for now using time markers, but I don't need EVERYONE commenting how fast you think it's going. Seriously, without just putting in the exact same tutoring sessions, rumors, Harry fantasizing, I have no real idea on how I'm gonna stretch it out at least a chapter or more, bit I'm going to. Thank you, rant over now.

During lunch the next day, I went to Tomlinson's room, pushing on the slightly opened door. He was the only one in the room, so I cleared my throat, making him look up from his computer screen. "Hey, Haz. What's up?"

I shrugged as I closed the door behind me, moving to the desk I usually sat in after school. "Tired, don't want to deal with the cafeteria. Is it okay if I just hang out in here instead?"

He nodded his head like he understood. "Of course. What happened last night? When you got home?" He asked. I shrugged, looking at my lap. "Harry, you can talk to me. Tell me what's going on. I want to be able to help you."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "All they ever do is scream at each other. I wake up and they're screaming. I leave for school and more screaming. I get home and yet again, they're screaming." I shook my head. "They refuse to get divorced though, and I'm sure it's just to make the other more miserable."

I paused and wiped at my cheeks, trying to keep my tears at bay. "It's only quiet when one of them is gone, which is at like three in the morning when one of the neighbors threatens to call the cops. I don't get a lot of sleep anymore either."

I could feel Tomlinson move closer to me. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, Haz. You're what, seventeen?" I nodded, wiping my face again. "You'll be gone soon enough and you won't have to worry about them fighting."

"I'm probably gonna be with them until I'm nineteen and moving to college. I can't afford to get a place just to move to for a few months then college. I don't know what to do."

Tomlinson grabbed my face and leaned down, not quite pressing his lips to mine, but hovering right there. My breath hitched but I didn't pull away. What is he doing?

His crystal blue eyes searched mine for a second. I didn't know what he was looking for, but it gave me time to admire his. It looked like his eyes had a lighter and darker blue to them. They were beautiful, really. My eyes fell to his lips when he licked them quickly, then I looked back up. He's your teacher.

But why is he standing like this?

He pressed his lips to mine seconds after the though passed through my mind. I closed my eyes and pressed my hands to his chest, not pushing him away, just so that I was touching him. Everything melted away and it was just us. It felt so right and so natural and more than I had ever experienced before.

He pulled back after a few seconds, looking in my eyes again. "You're special, Harry. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Hazza," I said while closing my eyes, pulling his forehead down to mine,. "I like Hazza more."

Tomlinson just kissed you, and the only thing you can think of to say is a nickname? Good job Harry. Should just face palmed yourself already.
"Am I the only one who calls you that?" He asked, his hands still on my face. I nodded, and he kissed my nose. I finally smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Hazza it is."

Holy shit, Tomlinson actually kissed me. He's not freaking out about it. I have a special nickname from him now... what the actual fuck?
"I don't... I don't know what to tell you," I said quietly, feeling his breath fan against my face. As much as I've liked him, I never thought this would happen, ever. Not in a million years. He's my teacher, for crying out loud.
"Then don't," he whispered, pulling his my face to his and connecting our lips again. This time I kissed him back, tightening my grip on him pulling us closer together. Everything seemed so right even though I know this wasn't.