mr. styles (harry styles teacher/student fanfic)
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I was in shock. There in front of me stood a beautiful woman in a red dress that complimented her curves and tiny waist perfectly, Long blonde locks flowing down past her shoulders and piercing blue eyes staring back at me. I shook my head out of my temporary trance state and reminded myself that a few hours ago this girl was sat infront of me doing science homework in her school uniform. A fancy dress and some heels didn't change the fact that she was a still a school girl and I was her teacher.
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