Mr.Styles (harry styles )(Student/teacher)
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"Mr. Styles...?" I stood there, pressed against the wall, being kissed on the neck by my new college teacher. "Shhh....its okay. And please call me harry." He said as he played with the hem of my skirt. "N-no please s-stop I don't w-want to" I tried to talk and act like I wasn't scared but I failed terribly "But it will be some much fun." He said as the door opened and somebody walked in. My name is Ebony Elizabeth Parker, I just graduated Avalon high school, and I'm off to collage. So wish me luck...
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