Shades Of Styles

"Just" Colleagues (Part 4)

Monday through Wednesday comes and goes as usual, Harry and I share our lunch in his room all three days and we casually flirt with each other in the halls and at after school study.
Today we have a small knowledge test to see what they learned over the last couple days. We just want to make sure we're teaching them all something, otherwise this whole group is a waste of time-well not a complete waste. I get to spend an extra couple hours with Harry. And I'll never complain about that.

As we walk around the room to watch the kids test, Harry and I look up at each other every so often and smile. I like him, like genuinely I do. I've already dreamt of being Mrs. Harry Styles one day. If that makes me creepy or weird then you can call me whatever you want.
Harry and I pass by each other in the circle and he brushes my hand lightly. I turn my head to look at him as we pass by but he has his head turned up, as if he's trying to hide something.
Niall had to go do some errands after the tests were handed out so Harry and I are alone right now, with the exception of their being 20 kids in here.

"Mr. Styles!" A kid calls his name, getting his attention. Harry stops suddenly and goes straight to the kid who needs him. I admire how attentive he is to them. I know going to help a kid when they ask for it doesn't prove someone to be attentive but I've watched him over the past week with them and I can tell he'd do almost anything to help them.
I stop my circling at the top of the classroom and look at my watch. 5 minutes till class is out.

"5 minutes." I say in a calm voice. I watch as Harry stands back up, shares a fist bump with the boy and strides back over to me.

After the 5 minutes is up, we call for the end of class and ask them to hand in what they've done. They hand them in as they leave and after everyone is gone, Harry turns to me, placing his stack of papers down.

"We're alone now." He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows and I nod.

"Yes, we are." I agree nonchalantly, picking up his papers and walking towards the door, even though my brain is screaming at me to stay.
His hand grabs my shirt and pulls me back towards him, spinning me around until our noses are barely an inch away. I can feel his hot, minty smelling breath against my face and I can feel my heart rate speed up.

"I have something i need to show you. I found it earlier," he says in a nonchalant way, a smile creeping up on his face, before turning around to go to his closest. Curse him!
I hear some fumbling around and quiet curses to himself. Then I heard a thud and an ow come from there and I know I need to help him. I enter the small closest and see him standing in the dark.

"The light broke and no one has come to fix it." He groans, informing me of why it's so dark.

"Well what are you looking for? I could help." I offer as I step forward and bump into what I can only assume his Harry. He catches me and pulls me back to our feet, I can feel his hot breath against my face again, now that we're closer I can see his face, as the light outside shines over it. We stare at each other for a moment and I wait for him to let go but he doesn't. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips and i move into it without hesitation, letting my lips follow along with his in as much unison as I can muster. He pushes me back, trying to gain some control and my back ends up against a wall, one of his hands moves to my hair, tugging it gently and the other moves away, I hear the door close and I sigh into our kiss, remembering where we're at, I pull away.

"We can't...we're at school." I tell him, searching his eyes as he looks disappointed. I pull my body from his and walk away from him, with the little amount of room I have to do so.

"We're alone in here. Everyone is gone, the door is closed. If someone were to barge in, they'd be in the wrong." He goes on the defense.

"No we would, were in school-at work. Children go here." I explain further.

"Just kiss me again." He groans and I oblige without a second thought. He walks back to me, pulling me into his chest, one arm wraps around my back and his other hand grips the back of my neck. Both of my arms wrap around his shoulders as my hands meet and clasp together. I don't know why we're doing this again when my argument made more sense than his. Something about him wanting me like this pushed me into his arms. His mouth wraps around mine again as he kisses me and I follow his every movement.

Ms. (Y/L/N), and Mr. Styles. What is going on?" a voice shouts at us from the other side of the closet door. My body freezes and even though Harry is standing right in front of me I swear I can't see him anymore-maybe my brain doesn't want to see him.