Inside My Teacher's Eyes ~ Ten-Shot

Part 9

You giggled at the sound of his morning voice. "Good morning love," he said low and raspy.

"Good morning Harry," you replied smiling. Memories of last night filled your brain. For once, you have at least a few memories that don't make you want to breakdown and cry. They were happy memories, amazing memories, unforgetful memories. You remember the way he made you felt last night, something you always longed to feel. Something you never felt with Hunter. But then one memory stuck out at you. Right before you fell asleep into his arms, you could have sworn that you had heard him say.

"I love you," he said aloud at almost perfect timing.

"Do you really mean that?" you asked almost crying tears of joy.

"Of course I do. I love you with all my heart Y/N. And I will do everything I possibly can to make sure you're always happy and safe," he said as you hovered on top of him.

"I love you too Harry Styles," you whispered resting your chin on his chest.

"Okay so I thought of a better plan last night. For driving to school. How about we leave in about 10 minutes and then I can drive you to your house and you can get your car and a change of clothes?" he suggested.

"10 minutes?!" you exclaimed propping up, "Oh but other than that. It sounds perfect." You leaned down to peck his lips gently before rushing to get ready.

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"Right here right here! Stop!" you ordered to Harry as he came to a screeching halt outside your house.

"Do you want me to wait for you here?" he asked turning to you.

"No it's fine. You go on ahead. I have you 6th period. So I'll see you then," you smiled kissing his lips, "Thank you!" He pulled you back in for one more kiss. His lips worked perfectly with yours, molding themselves against each other.

"Now you can go," he whispered. You laughed and shut the door, blowing him a kiss.

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"Jenn!" you called to your bestfriend down the hall. She lifted her head from her locker, giving you a wave.

"Hey!" she smiled her teethy grin as you approached her, "How are you? We haven't talked in so long omg!"

"I know right! I've just been um really busy. How have you been?" you asked.

"I'm doing good. But dude what happened with you and Hunter. Like all of a sudden he's been looking really white, and like on edge. It's kinda creepy. He also looks like he's been crying a lot. I heard that yesterday he was found behind the bleachers crying to himself. What happened?!" she asked lowering her voice.

"It's complicated. I'll explain it all later I promise. But just know that we're long over with," you said in the same hushed tone, "I gotta get to class. We'll catch up later kay?" She nodded before shutting her locker and parting ways with you. You looked at your schedule. Math. Damnit. You sighed. Just gotta make it till 6thperiod, you kept telling yourself as you walked down the busy hallways to room 554.

"Good morning class. Please take your seats," the teacher instructed as you took your place in the front row. For the next 20 minutes he went off about triangles and shit, but you couldn't concentrate. Something felt weird today. You decided that next period you were gonna go to Harry's classroom since you had a break. He might have a class, but it was worth a shot. All of a sudden, a young boy in glasses, and a tie rushed into the room. He whispered something into your teacher's ear before scurrying off.

The teacher laid his eyes on you and spoke, "Y/N. Mrs. Burnett would like to see you. Now." You pointed at yourself questioning him. "Yes you. Go," he said pointing to the door. You didn't know what was going on. Why would Mrs. Burnett want to see you? Your palms grew sweaty as you swiped your materials off your desk, shoving them into your backpack and you were out the door. You fingers shook as you walked towards the principal's office. You thanked god that you were passing Harry's room. You glanced in, but he wasn't there. Instead there was a tall, old, gray-haired lady there in his place. And that's when you knew exactly what this was about.

"Right in here Ms. Y/L/N," the lady at the front desk said calmly. She pointed to a door that was peeped open slightly. You took a deep breath before entering. It's okay, you told yourself, at least Harry will be there to protect you. You walked in, and only two people were in there. And it wasn't Harry. He wasn't there to take your hand, to give you a hug, to tell you that all this was just a big misunderstanding. You saw Mrs. Burnett with her feet propped up on her desk. And then there was someone else. Hunter. Hunter was sitting in a big, brown chair facing Mrs. Burnett. You locked eyes with him. He looked as if he was in a trance, as if he was a ghost or something.

"Ahh. Ms. Y/L/N. Just the girl I wanted to see," she cackled standing up to meet you. Along with her, she brought a small, white envelope. On the cover, there was one word scribbled messily. Y/N. You knew who's handwriting it was. Harry's. That was the way he curved his vowels, the way he would cut off the led towards the end. You knew it was his because you had memorized it on the first day of school. You knew it was his. A lump appeared in your throat as you carefully opened up the seal. You didn't know how to react when you read it once. Neither did you know how to react the second time. But after your 6th time reading it, you knew. You ran out of the room searching for somewhere to be alone. You tore through the school door's running, and running. You stopped on a connecting road, where you could sit on the curb and cry. Cry your heart out, cry your soul out, cry your eyes out. You don't know why it affected you the way it did. You should've seen it coming. Everything between you two was all too good too be true, a mere fantasy. Your breathing became uneasy, and shaky as the tears failed to seize. You wanted to rip up the notebook paper that you held so carefully in your hands. But you couldn't, because it was the last remains you had of him:

Y/N,

By the time you read this I will already be gone. Don't try to look for me, don't try to call me, don't even try texting me because none of it will work. Erase me from your life and your memory. Just forget I ever happened, we ever happened. I'm doing what's best for both of us. I hope you can understand that. Go on with your life, and find someone who will make you happy. But not just anyone. Find someone who you will want to spend the rest of your life with. But just remember that I will always love you okay? Even though we will never meet again. I love you.

You're beautiful,

Mr. Styles