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

Chapter 28

2 week's later...

I hadn't really done much in the last few weeks except slouch around. Except I did have my first music mock exam of the year, it seemed to have gone pretty well. My teacher said it went brilliantly, that same teacher I met the day Harry left still remains here. She said she was permanently staying now, and everyone complained about Mr Styles leaving, so the head of the systems, Mr Walters, came into our lesson to explain why he had left. He said:

'Mr Styles unfortunately left due to a new opportunity with his family'

Personally that explanation was a load of bullshit, and I knew that he moved because they lost their house, and they really wanted to start fresh. 

Next week's October break, and all of us- Poppy, Gabs, Michael, Ashton, Calum and who knows about Luke, have decided to have a camp out in the field at the back of Michael's house. His parents are away for the week, and we're just going to do little fun things together as a group. 

But before I can think about having fun, I have a week of school to get through and this morning I find out my results of the mock, something I'm dreading. 

"You all right?" Pops asks as I walk over to our lockers. 

"I guess, you?" I suggest, as that topic isn't the best of subjects right now. 

"No, Luke still isn't talking to me! It's been two weeks since, you know?" She tells me. Luke hasn't spoken to her since the night they hung out; he's been avoiding her at school, ignoring her texts and spreading rumours to the 'popular's', about her wanting to do inappropriate things with him, which obviously wasn't true.

"Babe, if anyone says anything! We will all be here for you, I don't understand Luke..." I sigh, I really thought he was changing for the better. Obviously not. 

"I will just hit them myself! Lanky powers!" She smirks whilst kicking her leg up in the air, making me go into hysterical laughter. 

I looked up again, to come across Gabs tightly holding Michael's hand like she was going to loose him, she let go though and went up to whisper something in his ear which made him giggle and kissed his cheek lightly, before walking over to us. This made me want a boyfriend even more than before.

"Woah Gabriella!" Poppy prodded her cheek, as she began to blush a deep shade of scarlet. 

"Shut up!" She slapped her hand away, still smiling. 

"How's it going then? You two?" I want details on what's going on, and how did they get so cute! Let's just say, Michael has never been that kind of guy.

"I don't know, we just really like each other!" Another thing Michael has ever done, liked a girl this bad. He used to have small crushes on the girls that had already gone through puberty in year 8, and had 'breasts'- if that's what you would've called them, but Michael must love Gabs because this is a new him.

"Aw! I better get to music! Exam results!" I rolled my eyes, receiving luck from the girls, as I walked towards the class room which too, holds loads of memories.

As soon as I sat down, the papers were being handed out, one by one, until it comes to mine. It was placed upside down so all I had to do was turn it over and find out. But I can't pull myself to do it. My head landed in my hands and I was frozen.

"Carly, how did you do?" I looked up to Mrs Hardy, she had a huge grin placed on her face. Does she know what scores we got?

"I-I don't know..." I decide to do it, just to end my misery. I flip the sheet over to see a huge A* circled in red. Mrs Hardy was still standing over me, her smile wider than ever before. 

"How did you come up with such an inspiration?" She obviously read it then. 

"Life" Is all I say, which was true. I wrote about all the love I've felt for Harry, all the memories which we made, the things he did to me... everything came out. Everything. 

Mrs Hardy had walked away by now, after my depressing answer. I guess I was depressed, but after this song, I can't help but feel the stress and heart ache lift off of my shoulders.

Is it time to move on now?

Harry's P.O.V

It's been 3 weeks...

3 weeks since I left, and since then I have been working, emptying boxes and crying. Mum has noticed that I haven't been my self as much lately, and has asked me multiple times, 'are you homesick?', I have to reply 'yes', so I don't get pestered why, and her finding out I'm in love with a 16 year old that hated me by the end, because I'm an idiot. 

I was on the way to work, it was a school in London. It wasn't as complex as Elm High, but I can deal with it for now. The school is called The Grove Secondary, and is full with quite poor children that live on council estates, that have bad manners and start fights with you for no particular reason. 

When I managed to park my car, I take myself to my new class room that wasn't pleasant either, the walls were chipping off and had graffiti spread across every table. I wasn't prepared for this move at all. All I can think of is Carly, and how I wish I was teaching her as if I was unsure or begin to loose confidence, I would look at her to regain focus or sometimes lose it.

"Morning class!" I cheerily call out to my class, which I have done every morning, and the same response comes back- grunts and moans. Lovely. 

...

I had finished all my classes, and it was time to get home and mope around, mark some books and cry myself to sleep all over again. I don't want my life to be like this any more. 

"Harry, you home?" Was the first thing I heard as I stepped into the new house, we lived in a smaller sized house but let me tell you, it was extremely modern. It is most definitely better than the school I teach at.

"Yeah, its Harry!" I shout a response, taking off my boots and approach the kitchen. 

"I have booked you an appointment to see a councillor..." The words I didn't want to hear again. This happened a few years ago, when I left the band for Daisy who broke my heart with lies. I took up drugs, drank alcohol by the hour. I was just heartbroken. This time is different, I've been crying everyday as soon as I get home, apparently wailing in my sleep from my mothers records and not really talking as openly to my mum and Robin as I used to. 

"I'm not going, I'm just a heartbroken young guy that needs to get over himself!" With that I run upstairs and close my door shut, slowly sliding down smooth wood until I reach the soft cream carpet of my bedroom. 

That's when the tears started again.

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