Mr. Styles // hs au

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It was the end of the week and I was utterly exhausted. Turns out that college sophomore's first week was treated as if next week we're mid-terms. While walking to the english building I closely examined the people making their way to wherever they were going. There was a couple cuddling up close on a bench while they gave each other eskimo kisses, aw, how cute. Sarcasm hopefully identified.

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The doors were rather blocked by the massive crowds of gossiping teenagers with nothing to do with their lives. After pushing through the many teens I made my way into the building and huffed out. Another day of going to classes and doing absolutely nothing cause I'm clearly the most interesting person.

Rolling my eyes annoyed, I walked to Mr Styles class with my hands balled into fists of anger. I could not stand him, he spoke in a tone that seemed uneven and immature. His hair was in a mess of curls while other teachers had their hair combed back. When long ironed ties wrapped around necks of the male teachers, he wore a silly bowtie. 

The bell tower rung nearly two minutes ago and I was making my way to the back when I saw a familiar boy take the seat next to mine. Never would I ever have thought that the beautiful blue eyed boy from the library would be taking the creative writing course.

He looked up and a small smile stretched on his lips when his eyes met my gaze. God, those eyes. They could cure diseases and stop wars, and most importantly distract antisocial girls from even being able to muster up enough courage to talk to him. 

"So you take the creative writing course as well? I've got to say, you're quite special," His accent was thick, probably from england. 

Opening my mouth to speak I arrived to the conclusion that no words would come out. Wow, great job Jane, you can't even talk to boys. 

"I...I uh I er.. yes I uh do," To save myself from further embarrassment I plop down in my seat and look down as quickly as possible. 

I had zoned out Mr Styles' voice ten minutes ago, his class will be easy to pass. All you've got to do is write a few nice essays and pass his exam. I should probably start listening again and make sure I don't get called on.

"Well if you all would like to pair up and discuss points to ponder that could possibly be used in your essay tonight, also if one of you would like to work with me that would help cause there is an uneven number plus I can give the best commentary considering I will be grading the essay," Mr Styles looked straight at me and my eyes rolled in annoyance. 

He started to make his way over and I looked around quickly. I was not going to work with him, Louis looked at me and flashed me a smile but his smile faltered, probably because of the worrysome look I had. I felt someone tap my shoulder and saw Mr Styles flash me a smile as well then look at Louis and saw him tense up to the slightest. What was his problem?

"Jane since there is an uneven number would you like to work wi-" He spoke rather quickly but Lou interrupted.

"Actually I was just about to ask Jane to be my partner but I'm sure you could work with Ronald," Lou pointed over to the boy sniffing his pits and a small giggle escaped my lips.

Mr Styles rolled his eyes and walked over towards Ronald seeming slightly angry.

"Why would he want to work with me? He is aware that I am not a fan of him," I mumbled and looked down.

"Hey don't look down, you've got me! We can be partners all the time," Louis smiled and placed his forefinger under my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

The only way I could respond was by nodding and then we soon got to work. 

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Classes were finally over and today was amazing. Lou and I exchanged numbers and he introduced me to his friends. While making my way out of the building and towards the dorm buildings I noticed a small wallet in the middle of the sidewalk and picked it up. Inside was a license and a few credit cards but something caught my eye.

My whole body started to shake and my breath was no longer to be found, my lungs couldnt breathe and my eyesight was becoming blurry from shock. Inside the wallet was a picture of myself and Mr Styles. But I've never met him before, ever. That picture is impossible. 

Before I could finish my incoherent thoughts I felt a pang in my back and only saw black, I fainted.