Shades Of Styles

"Just" Colleauges (Part 3)

The rest of the week was just the two of us eating lunch together and talking about ourselves and our families. And we even mentioned where we saw ourselves by the time we were 30, which is in 4 years for me and 3 for him. He said he wanted to be married and with a kid by then which made me think about being his wife and having his kid which I know is a little weird but I can't help it, I like him a lot.

By Friday we've agreed to meet in my room for an after school program we both signed up for. A study group for kids having a harder time in class. He asked me about it and I said I wasn't sure if I wanted to and then he said he had signed up and wanted me to as well because I was the only person he knew well enough to work with. So I signed up pretty much immediately after that conversation.

"Okay everyone, if you're going to the after school study program meet in Mr. Styles' room at 4. It will be held from 4 to 6." I explain. Harry got to pick the room we worked in, I don't know why he decided on his room. There's not any desks. There's murmurs around the class until the bell rings and I watch as everyone leaves, making sure no one has any questions and when everyone is out I pack up my stuff to go down the hall. No ones meeting up for another 45 minutes so I suppose I can make the most of that. Maybe I can find Harry- my decision is made for me when I see Harry standing outside his door waving at me.

"Excited to do some more work?" He asks as I walk in.

"Always." I laugh and set my stuff down on next to his desk.

"You look stunning today by the way." He compliments me and my heart flutters.

"Are you flirting with me?" I ask with a smirk, trying to keep my composure.

"And if I am?" He stands in front of me, at 6 feet to my  less than 5'5 foot body I have to look up at him.

"Well I don't know, I might just like that." I retort. He smirks and I watch as he is about to grab my hand when Mr. Horan walks in and we pull away from each other awkwardly.

"Well we have about 40 minutes till the kids get here. Should we figure out what we're gunna do?" He asks.

"I was thinking we'd just let them do homework or study and if they need help then we could help them." I suggest with a shrug. It's not that complicated.

"Are you kidding? We need to be more engaging. Kids don't just want to sit in a room and looks at books. They do that already." He shuts down my option.

"Okay, so what do you suggest?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I thought it would be a good idea to get to know what they're biggest weakness is in school so we could try to help them overcome that." He plans.

"Sounds good but how do we do that? Kids aren't the easiest to talk to about that." Harry points out.

"If we make it into a game they might be okay with it."

"What kind of game?" Harry asks.

"In my class, what I do is have them all stand up and then I ask questions and have each corner of the room apply to an answer." Niall goes on.

"What kind of questions?" I ask. This is kind of an interesting idea, I might have to use it some time.

"Like...if you've ever struggled with taking tests, move to the front right corner of the room." He shrugs pointing to the right corner.

"Okay. And what do you suppose we do after with the information?"

"We make study groups based on that and then each of us get a group." Kind of wish Harry and I could have the same group but it's fine. I need to be professional. I'll just stare at him a little.

Once the kids get in the classroom. We start the activity, once we're done we come up with 3 groups. Bad test takers, can't finish homework and can't concentrate in class. I take concentration, Harry takes testing and Niall takes homework.

The whole time I'm helping the group or 6 kids I keep looking up at Harry who seems really focused on helping them. Which I think is cute. I know we're teachers and that's the whole point of our jobs but there's something about Harry doing it. With his lips pressed together listening to a student speak to him, his fingers to his chin with his facing looking fully concentrated. Boy do I wish I was fly on the wall in his classroom.
My eyes are still on him when he looks up at me and I look away quickly. When I look back he's smirking at me. I've been caught red handed, I feel my cheeks getting hot and I smile nervously at him and then try to go back to what I'm doing.

Once I finish engaging with the students about ways to make it easier to concentrate in class, I allow them to finish any school work with my help.
At 5 o'clock we dismiss them and wish them a good day.

"That wasn't so bad." Niall says first.

"No. But I need to get going. Same time Monday then?" I ask. He gives me a yeah as I grab my bags and head towards my classroom to make sure I got everything.

"Hey. Wait!" Harry's voice echos through the hallways at me. When he catches up to me he hands me my car keys and I feel even more embarrassed then I was 20 minutes ago. "You might need these to get home." He chuckles.

"Yeah probably." I laugh too. "Thanks."

"Don't think I didn't notice you staring back there either." He reminds me and I blush again. "There it is." He smiles and grabs my cheek gently. "Don't worry I was staring too." He moves his hand from cheek.
And to that I have no words to say. I can't even figure out how to form them. "See you Monday?" He asks and I nod, still being unable to fathom what just happened.