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a/n: sorry if there's any mistakes ;-; enjoy.

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"I guess I'll see you later." I said as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder before walking away.

Niall drove me to school today. I was afraid though. Being in a car with him was nerve wrecking. What if he drove far away? I don't even know him that well.

I sighed at my stupid imagination. Why must I think of the worst? Maybe because he is way older than me, and I can't imagine he may have done this to other girls. I shrugged.

"A 'thank you' would be nice." Niall chuckled closely behind. I turned to find him walking towards me.

"Thanks." I mumbled. It was so awkward. I don't know what I was doing that night; letting him sleep in my bed and hold me.

"Is there something wrong?" I felt his hand on my shoulder which made me jump slightly.

"Niall-"

"Don't." He raised his hand up telling me to stop. "You know you like this. You like me. Stop denying it, Lana.You like the way I make you feel."

I looked down in embarrassment. I wasn't going to lie to him. He made me feel special. But he was certainly older.

"Can I ask you why?" I looked up to stare at this eyes.

"Why? Well you're beautiful, Lana. You deserve a man who treats you well." He sighed and cupped my small face with his large hands. "I know you're significantly younger than me, but no one has to know."

"Beautiful? Niall, there are many experienced woman out there who are beyond beautiful. They aren't that bad." I huffed. "Why me?"

"I already told you why." His stare hardened. "I'm not gonna change my mind. You're gonna be mine and you're gonna like it."

I felt my mouth dry. I didn't know if I wanted this or not.

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"You little bitch."

I jumped from my seat as I watched Amber walk towards me angrily.

"You left me!" She pointed a finger at me accusingly.

I put my hands up in defence. "Sorry, my parents told me to go with Niall in the morning, since we were both going to school."

She gasped. "Omg, Mr.Horan? The new sexy biology teacher? Damn girl. You got the hots for the new teacher." She winked at me.

"No! Shut up." I blushed and smacked her arm playfully. Well, he actually had the hot's for me. I haven't even told her about Niall. Even though we promised to tell each other everything, I just couldn't tell her the secret about me and Niall. She'll just make a big scene, and somebody may hear. I just couldn't bear it.

"And how come he gave you a ride to school?" She asked me with curiosity.

"He's my dad's best friend from high school. He's staying with us for a while intill he can find a place to live."

"Your so lucky." If she only knew..

"Sure, sure.." I only had a few minutes left to go to my next class, so I said goodbye to Amber and quickly went to my locker to get my stuff for my next class, which was Biology with Niall.

I rushed to my locker in hopes of making it in time. Lucky for me, the mess that I had gathered inside decided to spill out everywhere on the floor. I quickly gathered what I could get and shoved it all back inside my locker. I slammed it shut, and jogged to room 213. Before I could enter the classroom, the bell ranged. Shit.

I got inside the classroom and saw everybody writing down the lesson that Mr.Horan was writing on the board.

I went straight to my desk quickly next to Danny before Niall could catch me for being late. When I was about to sit down on my desk, a loud voice startled me.

"Why did you come late to my class, Ms.Miller?" His voice so serious, and the way he said my name sent chills down my spine.

"M-my locker wouldn't open." My voice was shaky and stammering. How was it that I couldn't lie to him? I could lie to my own mother.

"Oh. Locker problems?" Niall crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"Y-yes, sir." My face burned. I knew that my face was a bright shade of red by now.

"Stay after class." His voice sounding demanding and annoyed. He turned to the board and continued his lesson.

"Oh my God." Danny let out a long breath. "I wanna go up there and fuck him."

"Shut up, Danny." I groaned and decided to start working on the lesson just like everyone else.

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When the bell rang, I took my time gathering my stuff. I waited for everyone to leave the room before walking up to his desk.

He had stacks of papers and he was working on some for the last fifteen minutes.

"Take a seat, Lana." He ordered. Not even looking up at me. "I hope you've realized by now that I shall take you to school and home."

"W-what?" Once again I was stammering.

"Are you deaf?" He snapped and looked up at me with such anger.

"What's wrong? What did I do wrong?" My voice started to rise as well. "Why do I need to stay after class? Was having problems with my locker so bad?"

His hand slammed hard on his desk. "Who-"

"No." I had to let him know that he wasn't the boss of me. I headed towards the door.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist and turn me. "Lana, why are you getting me so mad?" He pushed me against the door. "You're not gonna leave. Who's gonna take you home?"

"I can walk myself." I looked away from his eyes.

"I'm not gonna let you walk yourself." He chuckled. "Do you think I'd risk you doing that?"

"What do you care, Niall?" I spat. He was being so possessive. So weird.

"I care about you a lot. I thought we made that clear." His eyebrows furrowed and he stared intensely at me.

I still looked away from him.

"Lana." He grabbed me by the jaw and made me stare at him. "What's wrong, kitten?"

"I don't know. I was thrown a bit off by you're rudeness, I guess." I shrugged it off. I just felt like I was being treated like a child. Was I supposed to be perfect and nice?

It stayed silent for a couple of minutes while he just stared at me. Studying my face.

I stared at his beautiful blue eyes filled with lust. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just want to kiss those gorgeous lips, and feel his lips pressed to mine. I ignored my temptations and got away from his grasp.

"Where do you think your going? We were just getting started." He chuckled.

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a/n: smut on the next chapter. HJAHWHWBAHN

bye. v&c.

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