Shades Of Styles

Dating The Teacher

Styles. Professor Styles. The hottest teacher in this entire university. And my boyfriend.
Crazy, I know. It started a year ago when I was a junior and he was a fresh faced professor. His first year. He was more confident than you'd expect a new teacher to be in a class full of people on a few years younger than himself.

But it was a 2 months into the first semester, he had started a study group, every Wednesday and any day before an exam. After a while I really didn't need to even go but I did. Just to be near him. I would sit at the front of the class and he would almost always use me for an assistant. He told me it was because I was the smartest in the group but I had a feeling it was for another reason.
It took only a few weeks to confess our feelings towards each other and we've been dating ever since. Probably the hardest secret I've ever kept but it's been worth it. Our year anniversary is actually in a couple days which is exciting.
I didn't end up taking any of his classes next semester which I didn't tell him about, I just didn't want anyone to suspect anything.

I walk into his class, he isn't there but I take my usual seat in front of his desk. I watch everyone else come in until I pull out of my work from last night and look it over.

When I look back up, Harry is turned away from me, writing on the white board. I watch him in his, favorite blue button up covered in birds, rolled up. His hair slicked back and the watch I bought him for his 29th birthday. When he turns back around he wipes his mouth off and takes a seat at his desk.

"Get out your essays from yesterday and hand them all to Robert please." He says, in a chipped tone and I can tell he's upset. Everyone passes their papers to him and he brings them to his desk without a word and sit down.

"Great. Thanks." His voice is monotone. "Pull out your books and start on chapter 39 and read through chapter 50. Then I want you to write an essay about those chapters. That is all." He sighs at the end and is nose deep into the papers.
I begin to read the chapters but I'm understanding nothing as my brain as I'm too worried about what Harry is thinking and what's wrong. And what it as to do with me because he almost always has me come to the front and hand in the papers.

Halfway into my essay, Harry begins passing our old essays out. My jaw almost drops when I see mine, a C. With the words: Not your best work. You can do better.
I have never gotten anything but an A minus in his classes and that was last year before we started dating, something is going on that I need to ask him about.

Once class is over, I watch everyone else pack up and I slowly do until everyone is out of the room and then I almost slam my hand on his desk to get his attention.

"What the fuck was that Harry?" I ask, raising my voice and he looks up at me.

"You deserves a C." He shrugs.

"Not about that. Why are you acting like this? Like....like an asshole." I state bluntly.

"Don't play stupid (Y/N). I talked to Burt." He grunts and I'm confused.

"Burt?" I ask, standing up all the way.

"Burt Wilson. The other English teacher. He says you're taking his class next semester? Why didn't you tell me you dropped me? What? Are you-are you cheating on me?" And I'm almost laugh at the accusation.

"With Mr. Wilson? He's like 50!" I say in a muted chuckle.

"Well then why are you leaving my class?" His eyes pierce mine.

"Because!" I shout. "I don't want to get suspicious." I shrug.

"That's bullshit. We keep our relationship almost plutonic in class. No one even has a slimiest idea about us. What's the real reason?" He stands up, his 6 foot frame nearly towering over me. I stare at him for a moment, trying to compile my thoughts. "Tell me now or we're done."
The thoughts nearly consume every ounce of me and I actually don't know what to say. He nods, his face angry but his eyes near tears.
"Goodbye (Y/N)." He sighs, looking away from me. He balls up his fist and puts it over his mouth, gulping away the tears and I groan before ripping my body from his desk. I honestly wasn't sure what to say but maybe it's for the best if he thinks I'd cheat on him. I love Harry, I really do. But if he's going to assume I'm cheating on him and then not believe me when I say what I say then fuck it. I figured our relationship would be more adult but clearly it's no different then dating some college freshmen boy.

I cry. I cry all the way back to my small apartment which almost never stay at anymore because I'm always with Harry but now that we're over, I guess it's best that I renewed my lease. I'm sure my roommate, Fred, will be happy. He says he misses me being around. I thought he'd like an empty apartment.

I walk in and he sitting on the couch and I suppose he can sense my gloomy mood because he's at my side instantly.
"(Y/N), is everything okay?" He asks pulling me to the couch and I sit down.

"No." I sniff. "He broke up with me." I sigh, saying the words out loud and they break my heart further. Fred doesn't know Im dating-was dating. I just told him I was spending more time with my boyfriend. A guy from another school.

"Oh no. Honey." He gasps. "Are you gunna be okay?"

"No!" I throw my head back. "I love him Fred." I wipe my eyes.

"Well why did you break up?" He questions.

"He thought I was cheating...with some old 50 year old." I won't say too much cause I know it might give too much away.

"Ew. Why would he think that?" Fred cringes.

"I don't know. Who cares. It's over..." I cry.

"Let's get you some warm tea then. It always cheers you up." He leaves to go to the kitchen and I pull out my phone, hoping for a text him Harry but there's nothing.