Harry Styles Imagines

(35) - the P.E. teacher

teacher series part 3

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I took my leggings from the bag I always brought with me when P.E. was on my schedule.
It was something that I had never found fun, but not something I despised or looked forward to either.

It was the last two hours of a long Friday and I couldn't wait to get home and jump in my bed with my cozy clothes on.

The whole day, Mr Styles kept sending me glances. I had a feeling that what had happened between us, couldn't be ignored and that at some point he would take a step further.
I kinda knew the type of man I was dealing with: proud, confident, intelligent, interesting and handsome.
And I knew very well that his action wouldn't have been his last and I didn't know how to feel about it.

I took off my jeans and replaced them with my leggings and soon a sports bra and a t-shirt covered my torso.
After fixing my hair in a ponytail, I looked at the other girls who were getting dressed as well.
All in their tiny shorts (which I found a very confident decision) and tight t-shirts, most probably to catch the eye of their professor.

"Let's go.", said one girl and all 20 girls walked in the school's gym.
Mr Styles was sitting on a bench writing something down on a few papers. Everyone's eyes went wide at the sight of the dark ink adorning his skin. Or even more at the sight of his big muscles in that tight shirt.

I wondered if the girls were happy that Harry was somewhat trying hard too.

"Welcome to our first P.E. lesson, ladies.", Harry said and stood up, rubbing his hands.

"The first thing I'll let you do is six laps. As soon as you're done, present yourself here.", I rolled my eyes at the mention of the number.
My lungs weren't the greatest and running made me realise how bad I needed a doctor.

All excuses. I was just too lazy.

It wasn't even the second lap and I was dying. All the other girls were struggling as well, but showed it in the most attractive way that exists. Which is apparently lightly laugh and stop running to walk a few steps.

After six uncompleted laps, I ran towards the girls who were done as well.
They were all exhausted and that was just the start.

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"20 more squats, ladies. I hope that everyone likes having their legs nice and toned.", Harry miserably encouraged us as we almost crashed against the floor at the new goal.

"20?! We've already done 40!", Jenny huffed yet still obeyed.

Everyone was huffing and keeping their hands in front of their torso.
I was mentally and physically struggling. I was the only one who couldn't do a squat while keeping my heels to the floor.

Harry took notice of my little problem and walked towards me. An action that made me panic.
"Keep 'em down.", he repeated and looked at me.
"I'm trying.", I responded and with all of my power, I tried to keep my damn feet down yet miserably failed.

"Let me help you.", no one had the possibility to be surprised, because Harry was on his knees in a second and wrapped his hands around my ankles.
My face started changing colour and the girl's eyes went wide.

"Go down."
"Mr Styles, I-"
"You heard me.", and after I took a deep breath, my legs started bending and his face got closer to my thighs.
I had never felt so uncomfortable before. Adding the fact that the other girls were staring at me too.
I did one squat and then another, until suddenly a girl yelped and Harry's grip loosened.