Forbidden Love (Teacher/Student) · h.s *EDITING*

Chapter 27

I had never really had the time to think about Ashton like that, other than a friend. Yes, he's extremely hot and he's the type of guy you need to protect you, he can keep you smiling and he's always there. Just like a dream boyfriend would be.

He wouldn't date me though, I'm probably not his type and to top it all off, the last time I encountered him I made him buy me tampons. I know how to lure boy's into liking me, obviously.

Suddenly my phone began to vibrate on the table, I went out to grab it when my dad walked through the door holding files of paperwork. I know he's having a hard time at work right now, I can just tell by the way he's frowning all of the time but tries to smile for mum and I. There's really nothing I can do, because there are no job vacancies going anywhere at the moment, unless we move. 

"Alright love?" He questions, placing the files next to me; I swear the pile is getting bigger each week.

"I guess, where did Harry move to? Because he wasn't at school either?" I pretend not to care as much as I do by beginning to write my English homework on Shakespeare's Macbeth.

"London I believe! Also he told me he left some helpful music notes on his bed, he said he didn't really need them any more and it would be great for your upcoming assessment" I shot a look at him in disbelief, why would he even bother by the way he was acting yesterday. "I told you though, new young teacher... gone!" 

I simply smiled and got up from my position to go upstairs. I hope it wasn't just notes, I wish he would of left some kind of way to contact him. He must understand what chemistry we had, right? Or was that just me. 

I quickly opened the door to the room he stayed in, finding a small cardboard box waiting for me on his stripped bed. The room seemed emptier than ever before, but his scent was still caught roaming. I lifted the beige lid off to find a sheet of music, I notice it's been written by him with the name firmly placed at the top as 'Don't Let Me Go'. I scanned the page, reading every note, word and mistake and it was just beautiful. Then a plastic CD case caught my eye, with the same song title wrote in capital's on the front case. I run into my room, still gripping onto the box and open up my laptop placing the CD carefully into the slot, I didn't want to damage this rare material. 

The song began to burst through the speakers...

(A/N: It's helpful to listen to the song whilst reading...) 

Now you were standing there right in front of me

I hold on it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me 

I never noticed how bright they would be 

I saw in the corner there is a photograph

No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you 

It lies there alone in it's bed of broken glass

This bed was never made for two 

I'll keep my eyes wide open

I'll keep my eyes wide open

Don't let me go

Don't let me go 

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone 

...

I had to turn it off quickly, because I was chocking on tears. They kept dripping down my face, one after the other. This beautiful song was recorded by a beautiful voice. The voice of Harry Styles... 

I realised after weeping for quite sometime that I had some other items in the box he left me. I placed my self crossed legged on my bed, and opened up the lid again. I noticed a silver chain in knots left at the bottom on top of some black material. It was his paper aeroplane, the one he always wore around his neck, the one he threw across the room last night when he was in tears. I quickly realised the last item in the box, the mysterious black material folded neatly to fit in the small space. I picked it out, and opened it to find his beloved plain, black top that he wore quite a lot. 

I miss him already...

I decide to put them all in the box again, wrapping them all up to keep them safe but keeping the necklace out so I could place it around my neck under my clothes. I want to always keep one part of him connected to me, but also nearest to my heart. 

"DINNER!" My mum shouts down from the bottom of the stairs, I quickly hid the necklace under my school shirt and make my way down to dinner. 

My parents where waiting at the table for my presence, on the table laid three plates of chicken, potato's and a variety of vegetables. It was weird that for a whole week we were a four, and now back to a three. Everything went so fast considering how much happened. 

"Is what Harry left you handy? He said it was loads of old work" Mum began, do you think she looked through it? Probably not, none of them have been in all day. 

"Yeah, there's some handy tricks that would help!" A fake smile reaching my face. 

"Good! How was your day then? The bakery was really busy today.." She left the question for both, Dad and I, to answer which he decided to answer first. 

He rambled on explaining how his boss is always on edge, and expecting more of him all of the time. I finally felt uninterested and bored, picking at the left over food on my plate. That's when the silence dropped. 

"Are you okay sweetie?" Mum nudges me lightly to get my attention. 

"Yeah, I'm just tired! I'm going to bed, okay?" I instantly got up out of my chair and took myself upstairs. When I reached my bedroom I changed out of my clothes into Harry's top that he left, it still smelled strongly of him- a musky smell with a sharp hint of mint. I then chose to wear my old checked pyjama bottoms as I was cold, like everything had frozen inside and out. I was broken... 

I was about to get into bed when I thought about getting the pillow in his bedroom, knowing it will also smell like him. I placed the soft cushion on top of my own, and began to drop off to sleep surrounded by memories of him. 

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-Hannah xo