Mr.Styles, My Sex ED. Teacher

Biggest Mistake.....EVER!

I eyed Mr.Styles' backside as he made his way through the hallway. Damn, he had a real nice bum on him! I must've been staring at it for a while because I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Sasha staring at me with a sly grin on her face. I sighed as I prepared for what she was going to say. "Soo.....You've got a date with the Harold Edward Styles! I'm so happy for you!" She squealed.

I was at a lost of words right now. All I could do was grin like an idiot until my cheeks started to ache. "I-I know! I just can't believe it! What did that sexy guy want with me? I'm not even close to pretty, why does he want to take ME on a date?" I asked, thinking out loud. Any other girl would have a better chance with him than me. I am just not that good enough.....I think. Everything that was happenning all felt so surreal. Is this real life, or am I just having another one of my crazy dreams?

"Hey, don't ever talk about yourself like that, Liv! He wants you because your pretty, jump at the chance!" Sasha stated. I guess she was right, I'm not gonna sike myself out like I always do.

"I guess your right. Maybe I could get Zayn's number for you and you'll be as happy as I am!" From the corner of my eye I could see her smirk at the thought of having Zayn Malik wrapped up in her arms. "Yeah......so anyway what classes do you have on your schedule? I'm dying to see if we have any classes together." My best friend asked, pulling out the yellow piece of paper from her bookbag.

"CRAP! We have absolutely nothing together! Well, at least I have sex ed first, thats a plus!" I stated with a smile spreading across my face. My best friend sighed and told me to "be good" in class, as if I was gonna try to seduce Harry or something.

"I'm not going to do that........at least not today!" I protested (like Jimmy, haha). "Oh, alright! I'll see you at lunch, Liv." "Bye Sash." I tried to give her a quick hug but like she always does, she walked away and said, "I don't do hugs." I just laughed and made my way to class.

After a few wrong turns and some nasty looks from teachers, I finally found the sexual education class. I casually strolled into the room and saw him. His beautiful angelic curls covering the top of his face, those giant green eyes, the thin pink lips curving into a smirk and most of all that -

OOMPH!

What the fuck just happened? One minute I was fantasizing over my teacher, the next I was laying face down on the floor. "Oh my God are you okay? Did you hurt anything?" I heard a deep British voice say. I looked up to notice Harry kneeling next to me, but then his head shot up to the air. I could see as his face flushed a deep rose red. What was that look on his face? Was that......embarrassment? "Umm...?" I questioned him, obviously unaware of what happened.

While still looking up in the air, he stammered, "Your sh-shirt." What did he mean my shirt? I looked down to see my black pullover under my bra and my boobs were practically sitting on the cold floor. "Holy shit!" I said to myself, obviously filled with embarrassment! I quickely pulled up my shirt, noticing these fucking perverted boys were staring, probably getting a wanker. As if they never saw breasts before!

"Umm..so are you okay, Olivia? You took a pretty hard fall." Harry asked, face still as red as a tomato. He was so cute when he was concerned for me.

"I'm fine, it's okay Har-I mean Mr. Styles. I'll just take my seat." He leaned into me and asked me to sit in the front, apparently he wants a better view of me.

The next 90 minutes, I wasn't even paying attenion to the lesson, and I could tell Harry wasn't either. We were just staring at each other the whole time, once in a while me giving him a sexy smirk to make him blush. I noticed that some of the girls were making grimaces at me as if they knew something, but as you can see, I really didn't give a fuck!