I look at the paper again for the house number 143 .
The number is on a mailbox and I do a little victory dance because I finally found it.
I'm left in awe when I park in front of it.
The house is beautiful. Even though it is night I can see the perfectly trimmed hedges and grass.
The beautiful color of the house, the small lake in front, the large lawn, the fountain- it is gorgeous.I look at the driveway, scared his car won't be there, but a sigh of relief escapes my lips when I see it parked.
Grabbing mascara from my purse, I pull the mirror out and place a light layer on my eyelashes.
I fix my hair a little then walk out.I quietly complain at how the driveway is so long and is making my feet hurt.
Like damn, they can have marathons on it.
I laugh at my own joke and continue walking.
Finally, I make it to the door and ring the bell.
Suddenly I feel a little nervous at what's going to happen next.
It's unpredictable.
The door opens and I'm startled to see a woman with brown hair, a shade darker than his, wearing a red blouse and leggings."Uh, hi" I smile
"Are you one of Harry's friends?" she asks smiling.
"Well, I'm kind of his tutor" I say questionably
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion "Tutor?"
"Yeah, you know, his tutor" I say.
Confused, she answers "Umm okay..well, he's upstairs in his room. Come in"
"Thank you" I smile while walking in.
"Hey honey did you ask for a tutor for Harry?" I hear the woman, I'm assuming is his mother, ask someone.
"What?" the man answers
"Oh never mind" she says annoyed.
I hear all this while I'm walking up the stairs, but I just brush it off.
The inside is even prettier than the outside. It's huge.
I reach the top of the stairs and realize I don't know which room is his. There's like 50 billion doors, how am I supposed to know.
I look at the doors and see one with a sign that says "Keep out, only Harry allowed"
I shake my head and giggle quietly at the sign. Childish.
Just as I'm about to knock on the room door I hear someone behind me say "What the.."
I turn and see Harry in only sweats. No shirt.
I kept my eyes from roaming his body and trust me, it was hard. His hair was messy and damp, and from the quick glance I got...so was his body. It was obvious he just came out of the shower.
"Uhh, hi, you, umm.." I stutter.
"Do my parents know you're here?" He asks
"Well obviously. I wouldn't just sneak into your house randomly" I put my hand on my hip.Harry looks up frustrated as he smacks his lips. And before I know it he's grabbing my arm and pulling me into his room.
Stunned, I look around at my surroundings. Dark navy blue painted, and very large room.
"You like what you see?" He smirks
I turn "it's alright"
A smile appears on his lips and he giggles.
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Tutor // Harry Styles
Fanfiction"so this is what hell looks like" - Harry Styles • 17 year old Alyssa Trawley is caught by surprise when Harry Styles, the most idolized guy in school, walks into her tutoring room. It's not anything she expects though, he's rude, seems to pay no...