Devotion || h.s

four

School just ended and I was walking to my locker to put away books I didn't need. I was relieved the day was almost over, as my thoughts swormed around what Mr. Styles had said to me. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and it was driving me fucking crazy.

Just the way his raspy voice whispered, and the way he barley touched me drove me over the edge.

I put my books away and slam my locker, and began walking to my car. I needed to go buy dinner tonight, since my mother is working late, and my borther would most likely not be home.

When I get into my car, I put the key in the igniton, and my car would not start. "What the hell?" I whisper to myself trying again. I groan to myself and pull out my phone to call Emercyn, just to see if she had left school yet. Maybe she could give me a ride.

After three rings, and she finally picks up.

"Em, Hey are you at school?" I ask, scratching my head. Please say yes.

"No, I'm at home, why?" She questions. I pull my hair in frustration. "Alright. well, my car wont start.." I explain.

She offers to come get me still but I tell her I'll just walk. Plus she is going to a dinner tonight with her mom and dad, so I dont want to bother her. I could text Taylor, but she is riding home with her boyfriend since he took her to school today.

By the time I decided to get out of my jacked up stupid ass car, everyone has basically left the school but me and a few teachers. I grab my bag out of my car, my phone, and keys and began walking.

I hadn't even left the school property when I heard someone call my name. I stopped dead in my tracks as the voice speaks my name. I know that voice. The voice that I've began to love.

I turn around and find Mr. Styles pulling his car up to where I was.

"Why are you walking? Don't you drive to school, dear?" He asks. He had sunglasses that covered his lovely eyes and I nod.

"My car wont start." I explain, and began to shield my own eyes with my right hand, blocking the sun out.

"Here I'll give you ride." He smiles, motioning for me to get. I nod slightly, walking to the passenger door and getting in.

I was so nervous right now, as I place my bag in between my feet on the floorboard of the car, and my hands rest on my thighs.

I've only been alone with Mr. Styles once, and that was earlier today in school. He made me feel a way I couldn't explain. He spoke to me in a way no man ever has and almost grabbed my ass.

He couldn't go far though (though I wish he could), due to the fact we were in a school building and anyone could walk in. But now was different. We were in his car, alone.

I liked Mr. Styles, he was cool, and a good teacher. He was attractive, and I was attracted to him. He made my feelings confusing as hell, and I'm sure he knew too, that's why I'm nervous.

I mainly took this opportunity so I didn't have to walk home in the heat, but I also wanted to just maybe get to know my teacher.

"So, Brooke, how do you like school?" He asks as we drives down the street. Of course he'd bring up something about school, rather then something else. "And what's your address? I'll put it in my gps." He smiles. I give him my address and explain to him it's okay.

"That's good." He smiles glancing at me, and I just shrug.

"Do you play any sports?" He asks.

"Not anymore. I basically just sit in bed and-"

"Oh don't tell me you're one of those girls who's obsessed with Netflix all the time." I could sense the humor in is voice and I laugh.

"I am." I reply and he only laughs shaking his head.

"What did you use to play?"

"What is this, 20 questions?" I ask for once. He chuckles before shaking his head.

"We could play that if you wanted to, babe." He smirks and my breathe hitches as he calls me babe and places his right hand on my thigh. His hand has full access to my bare skin since I decided to wear jean shorts with a crop top today.

"I- I'm good. That's a basic game." I stutter, trying to not make it obvious I was a little taken back by his actions. I bit my lower lip looking out the window.

Out the corner of my eyes I could see his face glance at me.

"You should probably keep your eyes on the road," I joke.

"Oh, hush." He plays, now rubbing circles on my thighs with his thumb. It sends shivers through my body, making me weak.

His touch made me want to melt in his arms. His soft hand pressed against my thigh, made me want lean over the consul in the middle of the car and kiss his plump pink lips. But the only thing holding me back from doing that is that he is my teacher.

"How old are you, Mr. Styles?"

"Don't you think that's something your not suppose to ask your teacher?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well.. don't you think you driving me home is something a teacher isn't suppose to do?" I fire back and he smirks.

"Very well." He chuckles. "Why don't you guess?"

"Well your not that old. You can't possibly be over thirty." I explain as we pull into my neighborhood.

"Very good, I'm not." He smiles.

"Then how old are you?" I ask again.

He takes a deep breathe in before sighing. "Twenty eight." Is the number that leaves his lips. I was hoping he would be a little younger because he doesn't look a day over twenty five.

That makes Mr. Styles ten years older then me. I bit my lower lip as I thought. He wasn't that much older, and my parents were much further apart.

Why was I even thinking like this? I couldn't possibly even ever have a chance with him. For heaven sakes he's my teacher, and double my age.

My parents would most likely disown me if we did have anything together, which we couldn't.

Then again, here we were in his car, with his had drawing circles on my thighs which is not normal for a teacher to do to his students.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice trails, breaking me out of my train of thoughts.

I look up and notice we were in my drive way and I sigh. "Nothing. Thank you, Mr. Styles." I smile slyly. He nods his head, leaning forward and kissing my cheek.

"Have a good weekend, love." He says as I get out and drives away.

I watch his car drive out into the distances and I walk inside my home. No one was home so I ran up to my room and plopped on my bed.

Mr. Styles wouldn't leave me my mind, and I needed to tell someone. But that would be risky.

I shake my head and pull my hair into bun, deciding I'll just take a bubble bath to relax myself from the tense state I was in, and then maybe I would go out with some friends tonight

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter but I really needed to update. But I do hope you enjoy some what, and please comment, vote, and what not.
I promise to update a better chapter sometime this week since I'm on break.

XOXO - T