Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

13.) He's your teacher

Styles is a teacher and a married man and you're his dirty, little secret.

There's always that moment in your life when nothing seems to be planned. Everything's a spur of the moment kind of thing and you don't expect any of it to happen. Well, that's exactly what's going on in my life right now.

Things have just been really hard lately.

My parents have been getting worse. They started off just fighting and arguing like normal parents would, but now, it was different. My dad would stay out late and come home drunk off his ass in the middle of the night. My mom would storm downstairs and start screaming at him and he'd throw bottles around and turn over chairs or tables. I've actually been spending more time at school than necessary just so I can avoid their incessant arguing a little longer.

It's not just them though. It's my stupid classmates and the fact that I have to go to this hell hole of judgmental assholes and snotty bitches. I have to deal with being called a slut and a whore because I may have slept with this football player and his ex found out and trashed my reputation to get even. Like, seriously? He dumps your ass three months before after having cheated on you and I barely spend two minutes with his dick in me and you freak the fuck out?

Then, there was the fact that I was failing two classes even though I have an IQ higher than every dumbass in my class put together. Doing shitty assignments was the last thing I wanted to do. I started taking 'sick days' after Christmas break which basically consisted of me faking my mom's voice and forging doctor notes just so I could get out of class and go drink at my friend's house. Unfortunately, my principle called the house one day and my mother answered. I got two weeks detention and had to make up everything I missed that week plus I got put on academic probation. I had to start staying even later with the teacher's of the classes I was failing to get 'extra help'.

That's how I met Mr. Styles.

Well, technically I've had him since my freshman year. He started off as my Algebra teacher, but I was the only one who hadn't been going crazy over the cute, new British transfer teacher. I had more important things to do. Last year, he moved up to teach the advanced math classes. Last month was when I started going to his class after school every other day.

"Now, Fermat's little theorem states that-"

"If p is a prime number, then for any integer a, the number a exponent pminus a is an integer multiple of p" I said blandly, interrupting him.

He gave me a lopsided grin as I scribbled doodles in my math notebook. "You're very bright, Miss (Y/N)."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess."

"Then, why do you act out so much?" he asked genuinely.

"Why?" I asked condescendingly. "Think I'm a bad girl, Mr. Styles? Think I'm one of those dumb sluts that'll oh so willing to drop to their knees if you give them the word?"

He didn't even look surprised at my statements. I was very outgoing with my words. I learned to speak what I felt which is what's gotten me in trouble so many times. I've come to feel a sort of comfortableness around Mr. Styles. He was around thirty, but surprisingly, not the youngest teacher at the school. I've talked to him about some personal things before, but it was just stuff with my parents. I didn't think it was necessary to tell him why I was missing school or why people spread so many rumors about me.

I couldn't deny anymore though that I had a certain attraction towards this man. I've always had this thing for older guys. They were just so much more mature than the idiots around here. He understood how bad high school could get and he tried his best to comfort me after I come to him complaining about my parents.