Morgan Seis

@pinkbullet which one? 

really loved your fanfic :)

    Inside My Teacher%u2019s Eyes 
          
                      Your eyeballs glued to his ass as he paced the floor in front of you. Your pen nervously tapping your desk, awaiting the ring of the bell. Your heart jolting every time he looked your way. You wanted more than anything to be his. But you knew it was impossible. A fantasy, too good to be true. And besides, what separates you from all those other beautiful women? All those models, actresses, and singers? Oh right. You%u2019re his student.
          
                      He spoke suddenly, clearing his throat, %u201CChapters 9-14 in your History book.%u201D Eruptions of groans and nods filled the room, as kids began filing out of the room. Now%u2019s your chance Y/N, you swarmed silently in your head. He retreated to his desk, placing his strong hands onto his keyboard. You took a deep breath, %u201CMr-Mr. Styles?%u201D He looked up from his work, meeting your gaze. You%u2019ve never looked into his eyes before, in these first two days of school. They%u2019re beautiful, magical. The perfect shade of green that could captivate and get you lost in them for days. You have a habit of falling for people hard, and quickly. You only met Mr. Styles two days ago, and you%u2019ve only spoken to him once asking him if you use the bathroom. %u201CY/N? Yes Y/N?%u201D he said snapping two fingers in your face. %u201COh um. Sorry,%u201D you mumbled, %u201CI have a question.%u201D You rubbed your clammy palms together; nobody has ever made you feel this way. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked breaking off from your eyes, and looking back at his computer. You heart sunk, hands getting sweatier, you guess he didn%u2019t want to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him. %u201CEr. I was wondering if you had a tutoring session or something that I could go to,%u201D you replied. %u201CWhat is it exactly that you needed help on?%u201D he asked still fixated on his computer. Shit. You hadn%u2019t thought this through. %u201CUm. The Civil War stuff?%u201D you said, making it sound more like a question. Finally, looking back up at you, %u201CWell. Most people are okay with that material since you guys learned most of that a few years ago.%u201D Your cheeks flushed red. History was always your weakest subject, and he just had to rub it in%u2026%u201DBut it%u2019s nothing to worry about. We should be able to fix that. But since you%u2019re the only student who needs help in that area it might be best if we have a one-on-one?%u201D he suggested locking his eyes to yours. %u201CThat%u2019s fine I guess,%u201D you didn%u2019t want to sound overly excited right? %u201COkay. How%u2019s tomorrow? Meet me in my classroom right afterschool,%u201D he said nodding before turning back to his screen. %u201CSure,%u201D you said as you heard a ding, and a slight vibrate come from your back pocket. You turned back to Mr. Styles to see him patiently staring at his screen again. You sighed before checking your text. It was from your boyfriend.
          
                     %u201CSee you tomorrow!%u201D you yelled hastily running out of the class. Reading the text for the second time: meet me by my locker in 2. You ran through the empty hallways, feeling all too familiar. You skidded to a halt at the beginning of the locker section, looking for 309. You couldn%u2019t be late. You wouldn%u2019t. There he was, standing cross-legged, leaning against the cold metal. %u201CTook you long enough,%u201D he spat. %u201CI know. I%u2019m sorry-%u201C you said before he cut you off. Taking his rough hands, he chopped your words short, as he grabbed your face in his hands, holding you tightly. He pushed his chapped lips against yours, making you shudder. You hated the feeling he gave you. The fear, the anger, the abuse%u2026He started off as some sweet, romantic boyfriend who bought you bouquets, and took you on late night serenades. Somewhere in the mix, that all changed. He became vulgar, handling you ungraciously with his calloused palms. You wanted to break him with so badly, but you were scared out of your wits in what unnerved thing he would do to you then. He looked into your eyes, burning you with his glare. It was nothing compared to Mr. Styles, soft, green orbs that made you melt right out of your panties. He stared at you with lust, and domination. %u201CLet%u2019s do it,%u201D he snarled into your ear as he nipped at it. %u201CWhat?!%u201D you shot back. Without a word, he snuck his hands to the bottom of your tanktop. Silently slipping it upwards, he smirked. %u201CHunter stop!%u201D you whisper-yelled to him slapping his hands and putting you shirt back down. You didn%u2019t want to cause a disturbance. It would be way too embarrassing if someone caught you like this. %u201CFine. If you don%u2019t want it off, I%u2019m going in,%u201D he said with a devious grin on his face. His hands shot up your shirt reaching for your boobs. Before you could react, his fingers knitted inside your bra, fingering with your nipples. %u201CHunter-%u201C you tried helplessly, before he shut you out with a forced kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t talk,%u201D he ordered harshly. You yelped in pain, as he grabbed a hold of your left boob, squeezing it as hard as he could. He slammed you up against the locker, causing your head to lash back. You groaned, but not in pleasure. He%u2019s always been pushy, with kissing, and touching, but never has he tried going all the way like this. Keeping one hand locked inside your bra, massaging your left boob, he moved his other to the zipper of your skinny jeans. He ripped it down, nearly pulling the zipper right off. His hand didn%u2019t hesitate to find your underwear, and slide inside without permission. Everyone has already left for either afterschool sports, or home. You knew that the teachers were still all probably be here and if you just yelled loud enough, one of them could come out here and rescue from this man-whore. But you didn%u2019t have to. You saw two arms pry Hunter%u2019s from your body, throwing him hard against the ground. You saw Hunter struggle to pick himself up, to go in for a fight. But the two arms pushed him away easily. %u201CLeave! Now!%u201D you heard growling from beside you. The hero rushed to your side, as you slid down the side of the lockers. %u201CMr. Styles,%u201D you breathed closing your eyes and reliving the moment. %u201CY/N? Y/N? Are you okay?%u201D he asked as you choked back the tears. Tears of pity, tears of pain, tears of regret. %u201CJust go!%u201D you cried out, echoing. You thought you heard his footsteps walking away, hurting your heart just a little more. But you were wrong. Instead you felt a discreet arm wrap itself around your shoulder.        
                          
                 %u201CJust leave me alone!%u201D you shrieked in a whisper. His strong bicep was pressed against your face as he silently walked you down the corridor. What was he doing? Where was he taking you? You liked being in his arms, you loved being his arms. But you were embarrassed, way too embarrassed to face him. Your eyes became blurry with salty tears as he guided you out the front door of the school. You tried to protest, but it was no use. His silence told you, that he was there for you, that he was going to take care of you. Beep beep. You shot your head up, to see a Coupe in front of you. He opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you inside. The car smelled of early morning coffee, and his signature testosterone smell that you made you weak at the knees. %u201CWhere are we going?%u201D you whispered unable to stop the tears. %u201CI%u2019m taking you back to my flat. You are in no shape whatsoever to go home like this,%u201D he said shutting the door gently and jogging to the other side. He got in and roared the engine. You drove in silence. At one point you thought you heard him mumble, %u201CIt%u2019s gonna be okay.%u201D The evergreen trees, the slow pedestrians, and the slightest bit of civilization zoomed by outside your window. Minutes later, the car came to stop in a large parking structure. %u201CMr. Styles%u2026%u201D you began feeling unsure. Maybe you were wrong about him. What if he was some bad guy who takes his students to his flat and%u2026%u201DShh Y/N. I promise. I%u2019m not gonna hurt you,%u201D he said quietly as he reached for your hand. You flinched, memories overwhelming your mind from just a few moments ago. He sighed and walked you up to his flat, without touching you. He reached under his welcome mat and retrieved a tiny, golden key. He unlocked the door and let you in. The flat was welcoming and homey. %u201CYou can take a seat on the couch,%u201D he suggested placing his keys with a jingle on the kitchen counter. You spun around to meet his eyes. You suddenly wondered if he looked at you, the way you looked at him. With admiration, attraction, beauty. You imagined, what you looked like right now. %u201CEr may I use your bathroom?%u201D you asked quietly. He nodded, %u201CIt%u2019s right over there.%u201D You walked into the small bathroom, which was decorated with seashells. You slammed the door a little too loudly behind you. You rushed to the sink, before stopping and looking into the accurate mirror. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in every way possible, your eyes were deeply tear-stained with black mascara and eyeliner dripping down your cheeks, you were afraid to look but you did anyways. You slipped down the collar of your tank top, revealing your bra. You slowly dragged your bra down slightly to see what damage had been caused. You gasped when you saw two huge eggplant colored marks on either side of your left boob. Your shaky hand lifted up to touch it, wincing at the touch. %u201CY/N? You alright in there?%u201D you heard a curious voice from outside. His accent was thick, and evident. Just how you remember it from the first day of school. %u201CYeah I%u2019m fine! Just give me a minute!%u201D you pounded back quickly turning the sink on, to cover up your sniffles. You threw splashes of cold water onto your face, washing the dripping, black makeup from your face. You brushed your hair out with your fingers, as much as possible and went back outside. %u201CFeeling better?%u201D he asked suddenly. He was sitting on his couch, leaning forward, with his hands in his lap. You ignored him, %u201CWhy are you doing this?%u201D %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked gesturing for you to sit down. %u201CWhy are you letting me come here? Why didn%u2019t you just leave? Why did you hit Hunt-%u201C you broke down at the sound of his name. Maybe because of the way he treats you, the way he demeans you, hurts you. Or maybe it was because you missed the old him. You missed the way he treated you, the way he made you feel about yourself, how he would never do anything to hurt you. Times change, and people do too. 
                           
                      %u201CPlease sit Y/N?%u201D Mr. Styles asked.  You watched as he undid his tie. It was an emerald green, plaid tie that matched perfectly with his eyes. Wow those eyes%u2026%u201DUm I should probably be getting home%u2026%u201D you trailed backing up towards the door. Your parents were going to start worrying. %u201CPlease,%u201D he said suddenly reaching out and grabbing your hand, %u201CPlease?%u201D You looked down at the very point your hands met, where you felt the sparks, the fireworks, the whole shebang. %u201COkay,%u201D you said entranced. %u201CGood,%u201D he smiled happy he won that one. He patted the seat across from him. %u201CCan I get you some water? Maybe some juice? Or do you-%u201C the questions flew out of his mouth in order to impress you or something. Mr. Styles impressing you? Pssht. More like the other way around. %u201CI%u2019m fine,%u201D you said loudly over him. %u201COh alright,%u201D he said sitting back down. Minutes of inevitable silence filled the room. You watched his eyes, as he watched yours. It was back and forth like this for awhile until he spoke out of turn. %u201CY/N,%u201D he began quietly. You cocked your head a little straighter. %u201CWhat was that all about it?%u201D he asked concerned. You thought back to what he was referring to. You wanted to say that it was stupid boyfriend, who takes advantage of you, who abuses you, violates you, makes you feel%u2026unloved. But instead you said, %u201CNothing.%u201D His shoulders dropped. %u201CCome on Y/N. I know it wasn%u2019t just nothing. Did-did you know him?%u201D he asked trying to tiptoe around the subject. You thought about lying, about pretending that it was some old prick who was just trying to get in your pants. How you%u2019ve never seen him before, never set eyes on him in your life. But you didn%u2019t. You felt safe with Mr. Styles. Almost too safe. You decided to just tell him everything. He listened intently, nodding when needed, closing his eyes for effect. By the end of your story, you were choked with tears. You let them flow one by one, hitting his carpet gently. %u201CHey now. Don%u2019t cry Y/N,%u201D he said walking over to sit by you. He took your hand. You pulled back, instantly thinking of Hunter%u2019s touch. He slowly reached for your hand once again, cautiously waiting for your reaction. You shivered when it touched yours once again, but kept your hand nestled within his. %u201CWe need to do something about this,%u201D he stated. You weren%u2019t exactly sure what this was. Was he talking about Hunter. Or your relationship%u2026%u201DI think I should go to the principal,%u201D he resolved. %u201CNo!%u201D you cried, %u201CDon%u2019t!%u201D Mr. Styles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. %u201CWhat do you mean no?%u201D he asked. %u201CDon%u2019t,%u201D you whispered burying your face in your hands. %u201CBu-but why not?%u201D he asked, %u201CDon%u2019t you want him to get in trouble for this?%u201D %u201COf course!%u201D you yelled out, %u201COf course I do! I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer hard like he made me suffer. I want him to feel the pain-%u201C %u201CThen we need to tell someone,%u201D he cut in. %u201CNo,%u201D you sighed, %u201CWe can%u2019t. He%u2019s just going to hurt me. I know him. He%u2019s just going to come after me. He%u2019s going to make me pay for turning him in.%u201D %u201CI won%u2019t let him,%u201D you heard those words ring in your ear. Would he really be able to stop Hunter from hurting you, again? %u201CI promise,%u201D he said, %u201CI promise.%u201D You wanted to believe him. Believe him that Hunter would never set a finger on him again. But ever since Hunter turned into that kind of guy, you could never trust again. What if Mr. Styles just did the same thing to you? But when you looked up at him, at the sincerity in his eyes. You knew he meant it.            Your ringtone went off seconds later, filling the room with noise that no longer would have been there. You snatched it out of your pocket with one swift movement. You saw the six letters on the screen that you dreaded to see, you hated to see. The memories, building up in the back of your mind, as anger forged to fly out. You stood up, and hurled your phone against one of Mr.Style%u2019s bare walls out of impl=ulse. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. You never wanted to talk to that asshole again. You felt two arms wrap themselves around you, holding them close to their heaving chest. They held you back from the temptation to do anymore damage, the temptation to kill. You hated Hunter with all your heart, and you wanted him to know that. %u201CShhh shhh shh Y/N,%u201D he cooed into your ear. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he calmed you down. Staying in his arms for a few moments convinced you. You knew what you had to do, it was obvious this whole time. So you spun him around, and kissed him. 
                          
                      His tender lips meeting yours, is a feeling you%u2019ll never forget. Even if it was just for a brief second before you pulled away. You felt all your feelings that have been bottled up inside of you, this whole time was finally gone. For just a second, you no longer had any thoughts of Hunter, of all the things he%u2019s done to you. You not once thought of what you were going to do next, or what you had just been doing. You were in the present, and that%u2019s all that mattered. Pulling away quickly you spluttered, %u201CI-I%u2019m so sorry! I don%u2019t know-%u201C what I was thinking, you finished in your head. His expression, told you to stop talking. It told you to forget whatever you had to say, and just kiss him again. Meeting his lips with yours for a second time, it was even better than the first. It didn%u2019t matter that he was your teacher. That you%u2019ve only known him for a few days. It didn%u2019t even matter that he came to you when you needed him the most. This time it was he that pulled away from the kiss, leaving you wanting more. %u201CMr. Styles-%u201C you began to explain yourself again. This isn%u2019t how you%u2019re supposed to treat your teachers Y/N, you scolded yourself. But you couldn%u2019t help it. %u201CPlease. Call me Harry,%u201D he said simply. %u201CHarry,%u201D you corrected, %u201CI%u2019m so sorry.%u201D %u201CFor what?%u201D he asked swiping his bottom lip with his finger. That simple action, can you turn you on so well%u2026He noticed you staring at his lips, and smirked. He kissed you again. Moving his lips with yours, it was short sweet kiss. The type that could ry your tears. %u201CFor that?%u201D he asked pulling away suddenly just to prove a point. %u201CFor that,%u201D you agreed. %u201CIt%u2019s okay. If you hadn%u2019t done it, then I would have,%u201D he said chuckling a bit. You sighed in relief. Those words made you feel so much better. That you weren%u2019t the only one that wanted this. %u201CSooo now what?%u201D you asked looking down at his arms entangled with yours. %u201CUm I guess we-%u201C he began, %u201CFix that.%u201D He pointed at your phone, lying helplessly on the ground. %u201COh my god. I am so sorry about that. I don%u2019t know what I was thinking. I was just. I was just-%u201C you said before he cut you off. %u201CMad?%u201D %u201CMad.%u201D %u201CIt was him wasn%u2019t it?%u201D he asked about the caller that made you fling your phone halfway to Mars. You nodded. He smiled understandingly, and brushed away a stray lock of bangs from your face. %u201CI%u2019ve never looked really looked into your eyes before,%u201D he breathed caught in them. %u201CI have,%u201D you said the words seeming to just slip out of your mouth. He laughed slightly before smiling. %u201CYour eyes are really beautiful%u2026%u201D he trailed. You blushed, %u201CThanks.%u201D After an awkward minute or so you pulled out of his grasp. %u201CI should really be going. My parents are probably flipping,%u201D you said reaching for your school bag. %u201COkay,%u201D he replied walking you to the door. You could see a frown itching at the corners of his lips. %u201CSo I%u2019ll see you tomorrow?%u201D he asked. %u201CSee you tomorrow Mr.-Um Harry,%u201D you smiled before turning your back to him and walking out the door. %u201CWait Y/N!%u201D he called reaching for your arm as you spun back to face him. He placed another kiss on your lips. A passionate, comforting, goodbye kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t tell anyone about this,%u201D he whispered before letting you leave.            Final period. Finally. You weaved your way through the crowded halls. You had less than a minute to get to Mr. Style%u2019s class, but after all who cares if you were late right? He wouldn%u2019t mind. You found his class and made your way to the only empty seat. %u201COkay class,%u201D he began right as the bell rang, %u201CI assume you all did your homework from last night?%u201D Your eyes widened as he set his stare upon you. After all that happened last night, you had forgotten to read the chapters. Shit. You looked at him, struggling for an answer. But he looked away, ignoring it. %u201CHow about I check that tomorrow? Let%u2019s move on,%u201D he announced turning to his whiteboard. You grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing. Oh how you wanted to jump up and hug him, thank him. Not just for this, but for everything. The class carried on, as he rambled off about random history dates. You tried as hard as you possibly could to listen and to focus on what he was saying. But it was too hard. Instead, you admired the way that he flipped his hair every few minutes, swiping it gently to the side, so it was out of his way. The way he was full of knowledge, and knew the answer to every question the class asked. The way his accent said Christopher Columbus%u2026Ring Ring! %u201COkay class. You can go. Remember I%u2019m checking the homework tomorrow!%u201D he said settling his eyes on you. You blushed with embarrassment. Even after everything that happened yesterday, you should still be able to remember to do your homework. You wanted to talk to him, so you waited for everyone to leave the room before you got up from your seat. %u201CAre you coming Y/N?%u201D your best friend, Jennifer asked. %u201COh um. Yeah. I%u2019ll see you out there,%u201D you said pretending to pack up your things slowly. After everyone had left you strut up to the front of the room. %u201CWhat a naughty girl. Not doing her homework,%u201D Harry said Tsk Tsking and waving his finger side to side. %u201COh right sorry about that. I just was having a really bad night and-%u201C he stopped you. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to himself, pressing his soft lips to yours. He gave you a long kiss, and you could feel him smiling through it. You smiled back and giggled. %u201CI understand Y/N,%u201D he whispered pressing his forehead against yours. His warm, sticky breath clung to your face. It smelled of peppermint and chocolate, you loved it. You breathed it in taking it all in. He kissed you again, this time picking you up and placing you down on his desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him roughly, begging for more. You felt his tongue wipe against your lower lip, as you grant him entrance. His tongue finding its way around your mouth as he explored every bit of it. You did the same to him, fighting for dominance. He easily won and he smirked. You glanced past him to look at the clock. You didn%u2019t want to get home late again, your parents are already worried about you from yesterday. But your eyes met something else. Somebody else. You gasped as you saw two eyes staring right back at you. 
                          
                      %u201CHarry!%u201D you cried pointing to the door. He twirled around slowly to face the vacant door. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked. %u201CRight-there-he-was-saw-promise-there!%u201D you sputtered anxiously. %u201CY/N. Y/N,%u201D he said calmly collecting your face in his hands, %u201CSlow down.%u201D You took a deep breath before continuing. %u201CHunter was watching us,%u201D you said closing your eyes, suddenly feeling light-headed. His horrible stare still etched into your perfectly innocent mind. He looked at you with harsh unnecessary jealousy, with those eyes that tried to%u2026tried to rape you. %u201CHunter?!%u201D Harry said letting you go and and looking back at the door, %u201CLike Hunter Hunter?!%u201D You nodded, hanging your head low. You grabbed onto your temples, massaging them slowly. %u201CAre you%u2019re sure he saw us?%u201D he asked. %u201CI%u2019m sure. He was staring right at me and-and-%u201C you couldn%u2019t go on. You were buried in slow movie-like clips from that day, on repeat inside your head. Sour tears sprouting from your eyes, not hesitating to escape. You felt Harry envelope you in a tight hug, rubbing circles soothingly in your back. %u201CHe%u2019s gone now. He%u2019s not gonna hurt you anymore,%u201D he whispered into your hair. %u201CBut-but what if he does!%u201D you cried out in agony, %u201CHe knows where I live!%u201D You didn%u2019t want to feel his rough hands handle you again, you didn%u2019t want to feel his gruff touch, you didn%u2019t want to see his heartless face that you once fell for. That%u2019s right, you fell for Hunter. Hard. He was your everything at one point. You couldn%u2019t function without him, until he changed. He never told you why he changed, he just did. %u201CY/N? Stay with me tonight? At my flat?%u201D Harry asked pulling away so that he could look into your eyes. You nodded, sniffling.            %u201CHere%u2019s a towel and a change of clothes,%u201D Harry said handing you a bundle of stuff. %u201CThanks,%u201D you replied before taking it into the bathroom. A few minutes later you came out, feeling more refreshed than ever, with a pair of his navy sweats, one of his big t-shirts, and the towel wrapped tightly around your hair. %u201CYou look good in my clothes,%u201D Harry said as he noticed you come out of the shower. You giggled before blushing a deep red. %u201CDon%u2019t blush babe,%u201D he said tilting your chin up and pecking your lips slightly. You saw the word babe come out of his lips and it made you shiver. Nobody has ever called you babe, except Hunter. You didn%u2019t want to think about him right now. You wanted to think about Harry. %u201CI%u2019m gonna take a shower now. I%u2019ll be real quick babe. Make yourself at home,%u201D there it was again. Babe. You smiled and nodded. You went into your backpack searching for your phone. You dialed the numbers that you swore to memorize the day you got your iPhone. %u201CHello?%u201D your mom answered. %u201CMom?%u201D %u201CY/N! Where are you young lady!%u201D %u201CMom! I%u2019m fine! I%u2019m at Jennifer%u2019s house, could I stay the night?%u201D %u201CI don%u2019t know Y/N%u2026It%u2019s a school night you know that.%u201D %u201CPleaseeeee. Jenn%u2019s parent%u2019s said it%u2019s okay.%u201D %u201CReally? Then I guess it%u2019s fine. Do you need me to drop off your pajamas or anything?%u201D %u201CNope, I%u2019m fine. I can just borrow some of hers.%u201D You looked down at your cozy outfit and grinned. %u201COkay sleep early okay hun? Love you Y/N.%u201D %u201CLove you too mum.%u201D You hung up and placed your phone back into your bag. You decided to look around his flat while he was in the shower, since he was still in the shower. You went through his kitchen to the living room, where there was a bunch of framed things on the wall. There was everything from diplomas, to academic awards, to pictures%u2026Your eyes set on one picture of him with a girl. This didn%u2019t seem like just any girl. He had his arm slung around her and a beer bottle. She was kissing his cheek, and he was making a kissy face in return. He looked younger, but I couldn%u2019t have been more than 2 years ago. %u201CY/N?%u201D Harry asked emerging from the bathroom, as he noticed your expression. %u201CI really shouldn%u2019t be here,%u201D you announced quietly before taking one last look at the picture. %u201CWait. Y/N. What are you talking about?%u201D he asked concerned. %u201CYou could have told me you have a wife! I can%u2019t believe I trusted you! I knew that I shouldn%u2019t fall for you! That you were just going to complicate my life. But I did anyways. I fell for you alright. And I%u2019m still falling. I don%u2019t think I can catch myself but I%u2019m gonna try my best!%u201D you cried before he cut you off. With a kiss. A passionate kiss, that just screamed %u201CDon%u2019t go%u201D He always cut you off. Usually with a kiss, you hated it, but you loved it. %u201CThat%u2019s not my wife,%u201D he said gently. %u201CThen-%u201C he cut you off again, but not with a kiss. %u201CShe was my old girlfriend. We broke up about 5 months ago. I promise,%u201D he said putting a hand up to his heart. You looked at him. Throughout the few weeks that you%u2019ve known each other you can tell if he%u2019s lying just from looking into his eyes. And you knew he wasn%u2019t lying. %u201COh. I%u2019m sorry. I just don%u2019t want to get hurt again. And I%u2019m sorry I said that I%u2019m falling for you. Because I understand if-%u201C there it was again. A cut off with a kiss before he whispered, %u201CI%u2019m falling harder than you will ever imagine.%u201D
                      %u201CTell me why we have to go to sleep so early?%u201D you asked staring up at the ceiling. %u201CBecause,%u201D he said snaking an arm around you and pulling you closer, %u201CIt%u2019s a school night.%u201D You glanced at the clock that read: 10:06. You groaned. %u201CI%u2019m only looking out for you Y/N you know that,%u201D he said. You rested your heaving head from the day%u2019s events on his bare chest, feeling his every breath. %u201CI know,%u201D you said. %u201CHarry,%u201D you said suddenly. %u201CHm?%u201D he asked obviously not asleep yet. %u201CWhat exactly are we?%u201D you asked. %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked. %u201CLike us? What%u2019s our relationship %u2018status%u2019?%u201D you asked making air quotes with your fingers. %u201CWell I don%u2019t know. It%u2019s up to you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?%u201D he asked pulling away so you could look up at him. %u201CIs that really how you%u2019re asking me to be your girlfriend?%u201D you wittingly fired back. He cleared his throat playfully. %u201CWould you. Y/N Y/LN. Do me the honor in being my wonderful girlfriend?%u201D he asked. %u201CI would love to!%u201D you cried attacking his lips with a hard kiss. %u201CNow we really gotta go to sleep Y/N,%u201D he said settling back into the same spot. %u201CFine,%u201D you sighed. For the next few minutes you couldn%u2019t get comfortable. You fidgeted side to side in his arms, trying not to wake him. You were in the midst of rolling over when you heard him begin to sing. %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D you slowly started to fade as he lulled you to sleep with his flawless voice.            %u201CY/N Let%u2019s go!%u201D Harry said knocking a fist against the bathroom door. %u201CI%u2019m coming I%u2019m coming!%u201D you yelled back finishing up your mascara that you keep in your backpack for emergencies. You had to wear the same clothes you were wearing yesterday, since you didn%u2019t have any others. But it would have to do. %u201CI%u2019m here, I%u2019m here,%u201D you said barging out and grabbing the muffin he had set out for you on the kitchen table. %u201CWhoa. You%u2019re lookin%u2019 hot today girlfriend,%u201D he whistled. %u201CI was wearing this yesterday silly-oh I mean boyfriend%u201D you winked. He laughed, %u201CCome on let%u2019s go! We%u2019re gonna be late!%u201D You and him decided that you two were gonna drive together to school, and he was just going to drop you off a few minutes from the school and you would walk the rest of the way. It sounded easy enough. You drove for about 5 minutes, before he kicked you out of the car. %u201CYou know how to get there right?%u201D he asked for the millionth time. %u201CYes yes. Just go. I%u2019ll see you in 3rd period,%u201D you said before shutting the car door and waving flirtatiously. You saw him blow you a kiss as he drove off in front of you. You sighed and began to walk the route he reminded you of a million times that car ride. %u201CI kind of wish I had a normal boyfriend,%u201D you said aloud. So I wouldn%u2019t have to sneak around like this, you finished in your head. But no. You took it back. You wouldn%u2019t trade Harry for anything. So what if he was teacher? He made you feel%u2026loved. You felt a speckle of a drizzle fall onto your nose. You swiped it off, and looked up at the rain clouds darken above you. The rain started to pick up, and fell harder onto you, soon in a deep downpour. Fuck. 
                          
                    You took cover under a giant tree. You didn%u2019t know what type of tree, because after all science wasn%u2019t your best subject. You looked at the time on your phone and groaned. You only had 10 minutes until the first bell rang and you were about 15 minutes from the school. You decided to just go back into the rain, it%u2019s better to be soaking wet to be like an hour late for math right? You walked slowly through the pouring rain, careful not to misplace a step and slip. Then you heard an unexpected sound coming from behind you. It was the roar of a car. It came to an abrupt stop beside you. You squinted your eyes, you didn%u2019t need to even look in the car, you knew who%u2019s it was. You%u2019d recognize his old stationwagon any day. It was Hunter. You first thought was to run and get the hell away from that crazy man, but then you thought about how much you wanted to finally face him, and tell him off for all the horrible things he%u2019s done to you. You decided to stay put. The rain seemed to pick up above you, if that was even possible. You saw the passenger seat window roll down slowly. There he was. He looked as if he had been crying for days, his hair was unusually messy, and his lips chapped as usual. He looked as if he was going through a terrible breakup and that he stays up crying every night over you until midnight or just a terrible hangover. Or both. %u201CWhat do you want Hunter?!%u201D you gawked through the rain. %u201CI want to talk to you Y/N,%u201D he said sincerely, %u201CPlease.%u201D He looked as if he was going to burst into his tears at any moment. You stood, unsure of what to do. He pushed the door open. %u201CCome on babe. Let me give you a ride. It%u2019s pouring. Please. I promise I won%u2019t pull anything,%u201D you don%u2019t know what made you do it. Maybe it was the falling rain that was messing up your hearing, or the way he called you babe, but you got in. You slammed the door behind you breathing heavily. You stared forward not wanting to make eye contact. You just wanted to get to class. %u201CDrive,%u201D you snarled. %u201CNo,%u201D he replied. You were ready to jump back out of the car right then and there but you didn%u2019t. %u201CI want to talk to you,%u201D he whispered in a less harsh tone. %u201CThere%u2019s nothing to talk about you,%u201D you shrugged. %u201CYes. There is. What I did to you was terrible. It was absolutely horrendous. I hate myself for it. I was so stupid. I don%u2019t know what came over me. I should%u2019ve never taken advantage of you like that. I%u2019m so sorry,%u201D he said in one breath. You turned to look at him. You saw how much he wanted you back. You saw how much he regretted what he did. But that doesn%u2019t change anything. %u201CBut that doesn%u2019t change anything,%u201D you said out loud this time. %u201CPlease Y/N. You have to forgive me. I%u2019m so sorry. I%u2019m beating myself up about it every night. Please. I love you babe,%u201D he said a lone tear trickling down his cheek. You wanted to tell him it was alright, that you at least forgive him, that you at least wanted to be friends. But you thought of Harry. %u201CNo. I%u2019m not-%u201C he cut you off with a kiss. Just like Harry does. Except this wasn%u2019t a sweet way of telling you to shut up. It was cold, rough, and mean. Just like him. You pulled away gagging, and coughing. %u201CWhat are you doing?!%u201D you spat. %u201CGetting you back,%u201D he growled. There it was. That same look you always see iin his eyes. The way he looked at you with a distasteful craving. %u201CCome here Y/N,%u201D he said one hand grabbing the bottom of your blouse the other groping your boob. You pulled away quickly, opening the car door and grabbing your backpack. %u201CStop!%u201D you yelled at him as he ripped a sharp fingernail against your neck. %u201CYou%u2019re gonna regret this!%u201D he yelled, as you tried to slam the door on his arm. He refused to let you go, but you ran. You just ran. And as you ran you heard him yell, %u201CI know about Mr. Styles!%u201D            You were looking for one thing. And one thing only. Harry. You needed to find him. To be in his arms. You ran to his classroom, only to stop in your tracks. The first class of the day had already started. You locked eyes with him, as he saw you outside of his door. His eyes widened, as he took in the sight. You were soaking wet, barely clinging onto your backpack. Your hair was wild and you were muddy from all the running. You were panting, and ready to fall over, but you needed him first. He turned back to his class, said something quickly, before grabbing a blanket from the couch he has in the back of his room and ran outside to you. Before you could explain, he hugged you causing you to make an %u201COoof%u201D sound. You stayed in his arms, with the blanket between the two of you, for a few minutes. You had dropped your school bag to the ground. %u201CCome here,%u201D he mumbled leading you over to the staircase, where you would be a little more secluded from the giant school. %u201CI%u2019m such an ass,%u201D he said after awhile. His arms haven%u2019t left your body. He used all of the body heat left in him to keep you warm. %u201CI shouldn%u2019t have made you walk here. I didn%u2019t know it was gonna rain. But still. That was so dumb of me. I should%u2019ve walked and you should%u2019ve taken my car. I am so so so sorry Y/N,%u201D he said slapping his forehead repeatedly with back of his hand. %u201CNo Harry! It%u2019s f-f-fine,%u201D you said still chattering from the cold air. %u201CY/N? What%u2019s that?%u201D he breathed pointing to your neck and gasping. You looked down, to see a fresh stream of blood dripping from a long cut along the bottom of your neck, close to your chest. It must%u2019ve been from when Hunter scratched you. You let the tears fall into Harry%u2019s lap as you explained, %u201CWhi-while I was walking. Hunter dr-drove by. And he-he tried to-%u201C you began. %u201CThat little-%u201C Harry started loudly. %u201CJu-just listen. He told me th-that he wanted me back. That he wa-was really so-sorry. And that it was all a bi-big mistake. But when I re-refused his offer he did th-this!%u201D you cried out pointing to the scar he made upon your flesh. The whole time Harry was shaking his head, still angry at himself. %u201CIt%u2019s all my fault,%u201D he said letting the thick tears fall from his beautiful eyes, %u201CI%u2019m sorry. I%u2019m the worst boyfriend.%u201D %u201CNo. Harry. You are the best boyfriend I%u2019ve ever had. If it weren%u2019t for you I would be Hunter%u2019s slut right now. You saved me Harry,%u201D you said as you looked at him with tears. He kissed your lips softly. You could taste a mix of rain, tears, and sorrow in one short little kiss, %u201CYou saved me Harry Styles.%u201D 
                          
                      Somehow you ended up sleeping at Harry%u2019s flat again that night. And somehow you got through the rest of the day, with minimal breakdowns and tears.  You were lying down in his bed as he paced the floor next to you. %u201CSo what you%u2019re telling me, is that he 100% knows about us?%u201D he asked. You nodded, swallowing hard. You didn%u2019t want Harry to get mad. %u201CAre you mad Harry?%u201D you whispered. He let his shoulders down and walked over to you, giving you a small smile. %u201COf course not Y/N. This is not your fault. And there is no way in hell that I%u2019m letting you go,%u201D he responded lying down beside you. He looked at the clock: 10:00. %u201CAre you gonna make me go to bed now Harry?%u201D you asked with a puppy dog face. He laughed. %u201CFine. How about 11?%u201D he suggested. It was better than nothing. %u201COkay let%u2019s think. What%u2019s the worst thing that could happen if he tells someone? And who would he even tell?%u201D he asked sitting up. %u201CWell we could both get arrested. And maybe the principal?%u201D you asked trying to answer his questions. %u201CDamnit. I hate Mrs. Burnett. She scares the crap out of me,%u201D he responded cringing. %u201CAnd that mole!%u201D you cried. %u201CI know it%u2019s so big and scary!%u201D he agreed laughing. He looked into your eyes and smiled. He put an arm around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. %u201CWhere would you move to if you could move anywhere in the world?%u201D you asked him out of the blue. %u201CHm. That%u2019s hard. But probably Florida. I love it there. I should take you sometime,%u201D he said placing his other hand on your thigh. %u201CI%u2019m gonna go get water. My throat%u2019s starting to feel a little dry,%u201D you told him as you got up. %u201CAlright. I%u2019m gonna get ready for bed then love,%u201D he said also getting up. You smiled at him before going to the kitchen and pouring yourself a tall glass of water. You returned back to the room to see him lying back on the bed, with only a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on. Your eyes-widened as you nearly dropped the water. He snickered. You admired his perfect hair, as it was swept to the side carefully. His intricately chiseled abs, yelling at you to feel them. His perfect, plush lips telling you to kiss him. You set your water down quickly on your night stand before straddling on top of him. %u201CWhoa. Well hello there Y/N,%u201D he winked. You didn%u2019t want to talk. You kissed his lips, smashing against them with your tongue. He let you in, surprised at your domination. You wanted to dominate this round. Make him love you. You slipped down one strap of your tank top, letting it hang loosely over your shoulder. You danced around with it, as his eyes traced your every move. He looked as if it was taking all his might not to pounce right on top of you. You did the same to the other side, letting it hang slightly on your shoulder. %u201CTease,%u201D you heard him mumble under his breath. You felt him harden slightly underneath you as you let the shirt fall to your waist. You were wearing your black laced Victoria Secret bra. You heard him grunt. %u201CAre you sure you want to do this?%u201D he asked stopping you. %u201CHell yeah,%u201D you said before kissing him again. You let go of his lips and made your way down to his neck. You left love bites and nibbles everywhere. Scathing his chest with your teeth you made your way down to his precious abs. Giving each one a delicate kiss, you stopped right before his boxer line. %u201CY/NNNNN,%u201D he moaned out making you giggle. You got up and got rid of your shirt, along with your yoga shorts. You had on the matching thong, just for this occasion. %u201CDamn girl,%u201D he said grabbing your arms and pulling you back onto the bed. He kissed you hard again, before doing to your neck what you did to his. You moaned quietly every time he left a mark. He worked slowly towards your chest, fiddling with the wire strap in the back he released the bra letting it drop silently to the bed. He gasped. %u201CY/N,%u201D he whispered. You shut your eyes as you remembered what Hunter had done to you that day. How he had left his mark on you. How he had made you suffer. You covered up quickly with your hands, trying to cover up the deep marks he had left on you. You fell back onto the bed with tears brimming on your eyes. %u201CI-I-%u201C you didn%u2019t know what to say. You didn%u2019t know how to face him after you had just ruined probably the best moment of your life. %u201CY/N. Is it from him?%u201D he asked breaking the nude silence. You nodded, letting a tear drop for your eye. You let his thin, tan finger brush the tear away. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said turning his head to you. You shook your head violently, knowing that you weren%u2019t. Knowing that he didn%u2019t want to touch you, after what he just saw. %u201CYou probably want nothing to do with me now right?%u201D you asked putting your hand to your head. Without a sound, he rolled over helping you up. You leaned against the back of his bed as he massaged your boobs lightly. Being extra careful around your two scars he kneaded them like dough as he made you moan out in pleasure. Your back arched forward, as you gripped onto the backboard. He let his tongue linger slowly over your nipple, as he swirled and played with it back and forth. It instantly hardened at the feel of his mouth as your toes curled forward. After doing the same to both sides he moved his way down your torso, leaving benign kisses. He took your thong in his teeth, removing it with a growl. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said as he rubbed a gentle thumb over your dripping core. You tilted your head back as he pleasured you. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said again as he stripped of his last piece of clothing, %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful.%u201D You heard his words, and you wanted to believe it. But you knew that you weren%u2019t. That you weren%u2019t beautiful, and that he was just saying because he was expected to. %u201DTonight. I%u2019m going to make you forget,%u201D he said before plunging himself into you. 
                             
                     You giggled at the sound of his morning voice. %u201CGood morning love,%u201D he said low and raspy. %u201CGood morning Harry,%u201D you replied smiling. Memories of last night filled your brain. For once, you have at least a few memories that don%u2019t 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. %u201CI love you,%u201D he said aloud at almost perfect timing. %u201CDo you really mean that?%u201D you asked almost crying tears of joy. %u201COf course I do. I love you with all my heart Y/N. And I will do everything I possibly can to make sure you%u2019re always happy and safe,%u201D he said as you hovered on top of him. %u201CI love you too Harry Styles,%u201D you whispered resting your chin on his chest. %u201COkay 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?%u201D he suggested. %u201C10 minutes?!%u201D you exclaimed propping up, %u201COh but other than that. It sounds perfect.%u201D You leaned down to peck his lips gently before rushing to get ready.         
             %u201CRight here right here! Stop!%u201D you ordered to Harry as he came to a screeching halt outside your house. %u201CDo you want me to wait for you here?%u201D he asked turning to you. %u201CNo it%u2019s fine. You go on ahead. I have you 6th period. So I%u2019ll see you then,%u201D you smiled kissing his lips, %u201CThank you!%u201D He pulled you back in for one more kiss. His lips worked perfectly with yours, molding themselves against each other. %u201CNow you can go,%u201D he whispered. You laughed and shut the door, blowing him a kiss.
                      %u201CJenn!%u201D you called to your bestfriend down the hall. She lifted her head from her locker, giving you a wave. %u201CHey!%u201D she smiled her teethy grin as you approached her, %u201CHow are you? We haven%u2019t talked in so long omg!%u201D %u201CI know right! I%u2019ve just been um really busy. How have you been?%u201D you asked. %u201CI%u2019m doing good. But dude what happened with you and Hunter. Like all of a sudden he%u2019s been looking really white, and like on edge. It%u2019s kinda creepy. He also looks like he%u2019s been crying a lot. I heard that yesterday he was found behind the bleachers crying to himself. What happened?!%u201D she asked lowering her voice. %u201CIt%u2019s complicated. I%u2019ll explain it all later I promise. But just know that we%u2019re long over with,%u201D you said in the same hushed tone, %u201CI gotta get to class. We%u2019ll catch up later kay?%u201D 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 6th period, you kept telling yourself as you walked down the busy hallways to room 554. %u201CGood morning class. Please take your seats,%u201D 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%u2019t concentrate. Something felt weird today. You decided that next period you were gonna go to Harry%u2019s 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%u2019s ear before scurrying off. The teacher laid his eyes on you and spoke, %u201CY/N. Mrs. Burnett would like to see you. Now.%u201D You pointed at yourself questioning him. %u201CYes you. Go,%u201D he said pointing to the door. You didn%u2019t 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%u2019s office. You thanked god that you were passing Harry%u2019s room. You glanced in, but he wasn%u2019t there. Instead there was a tall, old, gray-haired lady there in his place. And that%u2019s when you knew exactly what this was about.            %u201CRight in here Ms. Y/L/N,%u201D 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%u2019s 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%u2019t Harry. He wasn%u2019t 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. %u201CAhh. Ms. Y/L/N. Just the girl I wanted to see,%u201D 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%u2019s handwriting it was. Harry%u2019s. 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%u2019t 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%u2019s 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%u2019t know why it affected you the way it did. You should%u2019ve 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%u2019t, because it was the last remains you had of him: 
          Y/N,
          
          By the time you read this I will already be gone. Don%u2019t try to look for me, don%u2019t try to call me, don%u2019t 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%u2019m doing what%u2019s 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%u2019re beautiful,
          
          Mr. Styles
          
          %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D You slammed a hand down, making the song come to an early end. Everything reminded you of him. Harry. You fumbled with your phone, hastily dialing his digits for the fourth time since getting in the car. And that doesn%u2019t even include the 27 times you called him as you ran from the school to your car. You didn%u2019t know where you were going, but you couldn%u2019t stay in that hell-hole called school any longer. Not under these circumstances. You knew you shouldn%u2019t be driving with tears like these. But you took a left on Elm and a right on 5th Avenue anyways. You were going to Harry%u2019s flat.
          
          You stood outside his flat%u2019s door reading the letter silently over and over again to yourself. The paper was ripped, and stained with tears as you tried process it. You pretended to be a detective, looking for hidden clues, secret messages. Anything to tell you where he had gone. You stared at the door, hoping and praying that he was on the side. That somehow you would be able to catch him before he leaves for who knows where. You bent down, lifting up his welcome mat, and retrieving that same tiny, golden key he had used that very precious day. You stuck it in the door harshly, anticipating. You turned the knob to see your fate. He wasn%u2019t there. Of course he wasn%u2019t there. Why would he? An overwhelming wave of his familiar scent washed over you. You fell to the ground, weak at the knees. Unable to realize that he was really gone. You stayed like that for a few moments, wishing that his strong, firm arms would come and hold you. He told you that he would never let anything hurt you, and then he would always make you happy. Well fuck. You weren%u2019t happy right now. Far from it. You were heartbroken. You gained the needed strength to pick yourself up and walk into his bedroom. You looked at his bed. Where you would lie endlessly with him, just talking about everything. That%u2019s where you two even did it%u2026you brushed the thought away. You couldn%u2019t think about that. You couldn%u2019t. You looked on the stand, to see your glass of water still perched, standing tall untouched since you had never gotten around to drinking it that night. You looked to the other side of the bedside table to see the clock, that you would check at night to see if it was 10:06 yet. You looked to the bathroom, where he let you wash up that first day. You walked back out to his living room, where you looked at each one of his framed works. Touching each one with a quivering fingertip. You trailed down to the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend. Remembering how you over-reacted over it, but he assured you that they were over. Like you two were now. You didn%u2019t want to be just an ex-girlfriend of his. You wanted to be the one. You looked back to the kitchen where you would keep your backpack everyday, and walked over to it. It was then that you noticed something on the kitchen table. It was another white envelope. The same one that Mrs. Burnett had given you. Your name was scrawled on it exactly as before, but this one was a bit thicker. You grabbed for it, ripping it off with your fingers to reveal two things. A passport. And a one-way ticket to Florida.
          
          *Harry%u2019s POV*
          
                      She%u2019s gonna be here any minute, I thought tapping my foot. My eyes watched the flight board as the words constantly flickered on and off. My eyes stayed glued to that one row. It was her flight. Or the flight that she was supposed to be coming on. I was going out on a limb with this one, leaving a plane ticket in my flat. What if she never found it? What if someone found it first? I shook the thoughts of my head. I know Y/N%u2019s smart. She would probably go back to my flat first thing, to see if I was there, right? Or maybe what if she just gave up? What if she agreed with my letter and thought it was best to do what I did? I didn%u2019t have much of a choice. Mrs. Burnett had threated to get me arrested, if I didn%u2019t leave the country immediately. She made it very clear that I had to go far far away, and fast. I hadn%u2019t been allowed to go anywhere but my flat. My eyes watched suddenly as the flight status turned to: LANDED. I sprung up from my seat, rubbing my bum. I had gotten here 3 hours early, to make 100% sure I didn%u2019t miss her. I ran through the airport, searching for Gate 89. People were already starting to come out of the gate. Damnit. What if I missed her?! I stood, tip-toeing over tall heads and hats looking for one thing. Y/N. I miss her so much. It%u2019s only been 5 days, but I%u2019ve never felt so distant. The trail of people slowly starting to water out, as only a few people would come out at a time now. And then the unexpected happened. The inevitable in our book of fate happened. The last person to emerge from the gate, holding only a pink suitcase was the girl I%u2019ve been waiting. The girl I%u2019ve been waiting to see. Y/N. I ran over to her, not caring about how crazy I looked. Her suitcase dropped to the ground as she noticed me. I wrapped my arms around her, as I felt her do the same. I hugged her so tightly, she probably couldn%u2019t even breath. %u201CHarry!%u201D she yelled watery eyed pulling away. %u201CY/N,%u201D I whispered kissing her lips. Her moist, pink lips that haven%u2019t been kissed for days. She kissed back with just as much passion, obviously happy to see me. I pulled away slowly after minutes on end, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were these mystical things. They were so full of life, hope, passion. They were a light sea blue, that had sparkles of green where the sun hits them. They would make me melt every time they looked at me, every time they met mine%u2026These were the very eyes, that I fell in love with the very first time I met her

    Inside My Teacher%u2019s Eyes 
          
                      Your eyeballs glued to his ass as he paced the floor in front of you. Your pen nervously tapping your desk, awaiting the ring of the bell. Your heart jolting every time he looked your way. You wanted more than anything to be his. But you knew it was impossible. A fantasy, too good to be true. And besides, what separates you from all those other beautiful women? All those models, actresses, and singers? Oh right. You%u2019re his student.
          
                      He spoke suddenly, clearing his throat, %u201CChapters 9-14 in your History book.%u201D Eruptions of groans and nods filled the room, as kids began filing out of the room. Now%u2019s your chance Y/N, you swarmed silently in your head. He retreated to his desk, placing his strong hands onto his keyboard. You took a deep breath, %u201CMr-Mr. Styles?%u201D He looked up from his work, meeting your gaze. You%u2019ve never looked into his eyes before, in these first two days of school. They%u2019re beautiful, magical. The perfect shade of green that could captivate and get you lost in them for days. You have a habit of falling for people hard, and quickly. You only met Mr. Styles two days ago, and you%u2019ve only spoken to him once asking him if you use the bathroom. %u201CY/N? Yes Y/N?%u201D he said snapping two fingers in your face. %u201COh um. Sorry,%u201D you mumbled, %u201CI have a question.%u201D You rubbed your clammy palms together; nobody has ever made you feel this way. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked breaking off from your eyes, and looking back at his computer. You heart sunk, hands getting sweatier, you guess he didn%u2019t want to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him. %u201CEr. I was wondering if you had a tutoring session or something that I could go to,%u201D you replied. %u201CWhat is it exactly that you needed help on?%u201D he asked still fixated on his computer. Shit. You hadn%u2019t thought this through. %u201CUm. The Civil War stuff?%u201D you said, making it sound more like a question. Finally, looking back up at you, %u201CWell. Most people are okay with that material since you guys learned most of that a few years ago.%u201D Your cheeks flushed red. History was always your weakest subject, and he just had to rub it in%u2026%u201DBut it%u2019s nothing to worry about. We should be able to fix that. But since you%u2019re the only student who needs help in that area it might be best if we have a one-on-one?%u201D he suggested locking his eyes to yours. %u201CThat%u2019s fine I guess,%u201D you didn%u2019t want to sound overly excited right? %u201COkay. How%u2019s tomorrow? Meet me in my classroom right afterschool,%u201D he said nodding before turning back to his screen. %u201CSure,%u201D you said as you heard a ding, and a slight vibrate come from your back pocket. You turned back to Mr. Styles to see him patiently staring at his screen again. You sighed before checking your text. It was from your boyfriend.
          
                     %u201CSee you tomorrow!%u201D you yelled hastily running out of the class. Reading the text for the second time: meet me by my locker in 2. You ran through the empty hallways, feeling all too familiar. You skidded to a halt at the beginning of the locker section, looking for 309. You couldn%u2019t be late. You wouldn%u2019t. There he was, standing cross-legged, leaning against the cold metal. %u201CTook you long enough,%u201D he spat. %u201CI know. I%u2019m sorry-%u201C you said before he cut you off. Taking his rough hands, he chopped your words short, as he grabbed your face in his hands, holding you tightly. He pushed his chapped lips against yours, making you shudder. You hated the feeling he gave you. The fear, the anger, the abuse%u2026He started off as some sweet, romantic boyfriend who bought you bouquets, and took you on late night serenades. Somewhere in the mix, that all changed. He became vulgar, handling you ungraciously with his calloused palms. You wanted to break him with so badly, but you were scared out of your wits in what unnerved thing he would do to you then. He looked into your eyes, burning you with his glare. It was nothing compared to Mr. Styles, soft, green orbs that made you melt right out of your panties. He stared at you with lust, and domination. %u201CLet%u2019s do it,%u201D he snarled into your ear as he nipped at it. %u201CWhat?!%u201D you shot back. Without a word, he snuck his hands to the bottom of your tanktop. Silently slipping it upwards, he smirked. %u201CHunter stop!%u201D you whisper-yelled to him slapping his hands and putting you shirt back down. You didn%u2019t want to cause a disturbance. It would be way too embarrassing if someone caught you like this. %u201CFine. If you don%u2019t want it off, I%u2019m going in,%u201D he said with a devious grin on his face. His hands shot up your shirt reaching for your boobs. Before you could react, his fingers knitted inside your bra, fingering with your nipples. %u201CHunter-%u201C you tried helplessly, before he shut you out with a forced kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t talk,%u201D he ordered harshly. You yelped in pain, as he grabbed a hold of your left boob, squeezing it as hard as he could. He slammed you up against the locker, causing your head to lash back. You groaned, but not in pleasure. He%u2019s always been pushy, with kissing, and touching, but never has he tried going all the way like this. Keeping one hand locked inside your bra, massaging your left boob, he moved his other to the zipper of your skinny jeans. He ripped it down, nearly pulling the zipper right off. His hand didn%u2019t hesitate to find your underwear, and slide inside without permission. Everyone has already left for either afterschool sports, or home. You knew that the teachers were still all probably be here and if you just yelled loud enough, one of them could come out here and rescue from this man-whore. But you didn%u2019t have to. You saw two arms pry Hunter%u2019s from your body, throwing him hard against the ground. You saw Hunter struggle to pick himself up, to go in for a fight. But the two arms pushed him away easily. %u201CLeave! Now!%u201D you heard growling from beside you. The hero rushed to your side, as you slid down the side of the lockers. %u201CMr. Styles,%u201D you breathed closing your eyes and reliving the moment. %u201CY/N? Y/N? Are you okay?%u201D he asked as you choked back the tears. Tears of pity, tears of pain, tears of regret. %u201CJust go!%u201D you cried out, echoing. You thought you heard his footsteps walking away, hurting your heart just a little more. But you were wrong. Instead you felt a discreet arm wrap itself around your shoulder.        
                          
                 %u201CJust leave me alone!%u201D you shrieked in a whisper. His strong bicep was pressed against your face as he silently walked you down the corridor. What was he doing? Where was he taking you? You liked being in his arms, you loved being his arms. But you were embarrassed, way too embarrassed to face him. Your eyes became blurry with salty tears as he guided you out the front door of the school. You tried to protest, but it was no use. His silence told you, that he was there for you, that he was going to take care of you. Beep beep. You shot your head up, to see a Coupe in front of you. He opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you inside. The car smelled of early morning coffee, and his signature testosterone smell that you made you weak at the knees. %u201CWhere are we going?%u201D you whispered unable to stop the tears. %u201CI%u2019m taking you back to my flat. You are in no shape whatsoever to go home like this,%u201D he said shutting the door gently and jogging to the other side. He got in and roared the engine. You drove in silence. At one point you thought you heard him mumble, %u201CIt%u2019s gonna be okay.%u201D The evergreen trees, the slow pedestrians, and the slightest bit of civilization zoomed by outside your window. Minutes later, the car came to stop in a large parking structure. %u201CMr. Styles%u2026%u201D you began feeling unsure. Maybe you were wrong about him. What if he was some bad guy who takes his students to his flat and%u2026%u201DShh Y/N. I promise. I%u2019m not gonna hurt you,%u201D he said quietly as he reached for your hand. You flinched, memories overwhelming your mind from just a few moments ago. He sighed and walked you up to his flat, without touching you. He reached under his welcome mat and retrieved a tiny, golden key. He unlocked the door and let you in. The flat was welcoming and homey. %u201CYou can take a seat on the couch,%u201D he suggested placing his keys with a jingle on the kitchen counter. You spun around to meet his eyes. You suddenly wondered if he looked at you, the way you looked at him. With admiration, attraction, beauty. You imagined, what you looked like right now. %u201CEr may I use your bathroom?%u201D you asked quietly. He nodded, %u201CIt%u2019s right over there.%u201D You walked into the small bathroom, which was decorated with seashells. You slammed the door a little too loudly behind you. You rushed to the sink, before stopping and looking into the accurate mirror. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in every way possible, your eyes were deeply tear-stained with black mascara and eyeliner dripping down your cheeks, you were afraid to look but you did anyways. You slipped down the collar of your tank top, revealing your bra. You slowly dragged your bra down slightly to see what damage had been caused. You gasped when you saw two huge eggplant colored marks on either side of your left boob. Your shaky hand lifted up to touch it, wincing at the touch. %u201CY/N? You alright in there?%u201D you heard a curious voice from outside. His accent was thick, and evident. Just how you remember it from the first day of school. %u201CYeah I%u2019m fine! Just give me a minute!%u201D you pounded back quickly turning the sink on, to cover up your sniffles. You threw splashes of cold water onto your face, washing the dripping, black makeup from your face. You brushed your hair out with your fingers, as much as possible and went back outside. %u201CFeeling better?%u201D he asked suddenly. He was sitting on his couch, leaning forward, with his hands in his lap. You ignored him, %u201CWhy are you doing this?%u201D %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked gesturing for you to sit down. %u201CWhy are you letting me come here? Why didn%u2019t you just leave? Why did you hit Hunt-%u201C you broke down at the sound of his name. Maybe because of the way he treats you, the way he demeans you, hurts you. Or maybe it was because you missed the old him. You missed the way he treated you, the way he made you feel about yourself, how he would never do anything to hurt you. Times change, and people do too. 
                           
                      %u201CPlease sit Y/N?%u201D Mr. Styles asked.  You watched as he undid his tie. It was an emerald green, plaid tie that matched perfectly with his eyes. Wow those eyes%u2026%u201DUm I should probably be getting home%u2026%u201D you trailed backing up towards the door. Your parents were going to start worrying. %u201CPlease,%u201D he said suddenly reaching out and grabbing your hand, %u201CPlease?%u201D You looked down at the very point your hands met, where you felt the sparks, the fireworks, the whole shebang. %u201COkay,%u201D you said entranced. %u201CGood,%u201D he smiled happy he won that one. He patted the seat across from him. %u201CCan I get you some water? Maybe some juice? Or do you-%u201C the questions flew out of his mouth in order to impress you or something. Mr. Styles impressing you? Pssht. More like the other way around. %u201CI%u2019m fine,%u201D you said loudly over him. %u201COh alright,%u201D he said sitting back down. Minutes of inevitable silence filled the room. You watched his eyes, as he watched yours. It was back and forth like this for awhile until he spoke out of turn. %u201CY/N,%u201D he began quietly. You cocked your head a little straighter. %u201CWhat was that all about it?%u201D he asked concerned. You thought back to what he was referring to. You wanted to say that it was stupid boyfriend, who takes advantage of you, who abuses you, violates you, makes you feel%u2026unloved. But instead you said, %u201CNothing.%u201D His shoulders dropped. %u201CCome on Y/N. I know it wasn%u2019t just nothing. Did-did you know him?%u201D he asked trying to tiptoe around the subject. You thought about lying, about pretending that it was some old prick who was just trying to get in your pants. How you%u2019ve never seen him before, never set eyes on him in your life. But you didn%u2019t. You felt safe with Mr. Styles. Almost too safe. You decided to just tell him everything. He listened intently, nodding when needed, closing his eyes for effect. By the end of your story, you were choked with tears. You let them flow one by one, hitting his carpet gently. %u201CHey now. Don%u2019t cry Y/N,%u201D he said walking over to sit by you. He took your hand. You pulled back, instantly thinking of Hunter%u2019s touch. He slowly reached for your hand once again, cautiously waiting for your reaction. You shivered when it touched yours once again, but kept your hand nestled within his. %u201CWe need to do something about this,%u201D he stated. You weren%u2019t exactly sure what this was. Was he talking about Hunter. Or your relationship%u2026%u201DI think I should go to the principal,%u201D he resolved. %u201CNo!%u201D you cried, %u201CDon%u2019t!%u201D Mr. Styles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. %u201CWhat do you mean no?%u201D he asked. %u201CDon%u2019t,%u201D you whispered burying your face in your hands. %u201CBu-but why not?%u201D he asked, %u201CDon%u2019t you want him to get in trouble for this?%u201D %u201COf course!%u201D you yelled out, %u201COf course I do! I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer hard like he made me suffer. I want him to feel the pain-%u201C %u201CThen we need to tell someone,%u201D he cut in. %u201CNo,%u201D you sighed, %u201CWe can%u2019t. He%u2019s just going to hurt me. I know him. He%u2019s just going to come after me. He%u2019s going to make me pay for turning him in.%u201D %u201CI won%u2019t let him,%u201D you heard those words ring in your ear. Would he really be able to stop Hunter from hurting you, again? %u201CI promise,%u201D he said, %u201CI promise.%u201D You wanted to believe him. Believe him that Hunter would never set a finger on him again. But ever since Hunter turned into that kind of guy, you could never trust again. What if Mr. Styles just did the same thing to you? But when you looked up at him, at the sincerity in his eyes. You knew he meant it.            Your ringtone went off seconds later, filling the room with noise that no longer would have been there. You snatched it out of your pocket with one swift movement. You saw the six letters on the screen that you dreaded to see, you hated to see. The memories, building up in the back of your mind, as anger forged to fly out. You stood up, and hurled your phone against one of Mr.Style%u2019s bare walls out of impl=ulse. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. You never wanted to talk to that asshole again. You felt two arms wrap themselves around you, holding them close to their heaving chest. They held you back from the temptation to do anymore damage, the temptation to kill. You hated Hunter with all your heart, and you wanted him to know that. %u201CShhh shhh shh Y/N,%u201D he cooed into your ear. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he calmed you down. Staying in his arms for a few moments convinced you. You knew what you had to do, it was obvious this whole time. So you spun him around, and kissed him. 
                          
                      His tender lips meeting yours, is a feeling you%u2019ll never forget. Even if it was just for a brief second before you pulled away. You felt all your feelings that have been bottled up inside of you, this whole time was finally gone. For just a second, you no longer had any thoughts of Hunter, of all the things he%u2019s done to you. You not once thought of what you were going to do next, or what you had just been doing. You were in the present, and that%u2019s all that mattered. Pulling away quickly you spluttered, %u201CI-I%u2019m so sorry! I don%u2019t know-%u201C what I was thinking, you finished in your head. His expression, told you to stop talking. It told you to forget whatever you had to say, and just kiss him again. Meeting his lips with yours for a second time, it was even better than the first. It didn%u2019t matter that he was your teacher. That you%u2019ve only known him for a few days. It didn%u2019t even matter that he came to you when you needed him the most. This time it was he that pulled away from the kiss, leaving you wanting more. %u201CMr. Styles-%u201C you began to explain yourself again. This isn%u2019t how you%u2019re supposed to treat your teachers Y/N, you scolded yourself. But you couldn%u2019t help it. %u201CPlease. Call me Harry,%u201D he said simply. %u201CHarry,%u201D you corrected, %u201CI%u2019m so sorry.%u201D %u201CFor what?%u201D he asked swiping his bottom lip with his finger. That simple action, can you turn you on so well%u2026He noticed you staring at his lips, and smirked. He kissed you again. Moving his lips with yours, it was short sweet kiss. The type that could ry your tears. %u201CFor that?%u201D he asked pulling away suddenly just to prove a point. %u201CFor that,%u201D you agreed. %u201CIt%u2019s okay. If you hadn%u2019t done it, then I would have,%u201D he said chuckling a bit. You sighed in relief. Those words made you feel so much better. That you weren%u2019t the only one that wanted this. %u201CSooo now what?%u201D you asked looking down at his arms entangled with yours. %u201CUm I guess we-%u201C he began, %u201CFix that.%u201D He pointed at your phone, lying helplessly on the ground. %u201COh my god. I am so sorry about that. I don%u2019t know what I was thinking. I was just. I was just-%u201C you said before he cut you off. %u201CMad?%u201D %u201CMad.%u201D %u201CIt was him wasn%u2019t it?%u201D he asked about the caller that made you fling your phone halfway to Mars. You nodded. He smiled understandingly, and brushed away a stray lock of bangs from your face. %u201CI%u2019ve never looked really looked into your eyes before,%u201D he breathed caught in them. %u201CI have,%u201D you said the words seeming to just slip out of your mouth. He laughed slightly before smiling. %u201CYour eyes are really beautiful%u2026%u201D he trailed. You blushed, %u201CThanks.%u201D After an awkward minute or so you pulled out of his grasp. %u201CI should really be going. My parents are probably flipping,%u201D you said reaching for your school bag. %u201COkay,%u201D he replied walking you to the door. You could see a frown itching at the corners of his lips. %u201CSo I%u2019ll see you tomorrow?%u201D he asked. %u201CSee you tomorrow Mr.-Um Harry,%u201D you smiled before turning your back to him and walking out the door. %u201CWait Y/N!%u201D he called reaching for your arm as you spun back to face him. He placed another kiss on your lips. A passionate, comforting, goodbye kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t tell anyone about this,%u201D he whispered before letting you leave.            Final period. Finally. You weaved your way through the crowded halls. You had less than a minute to get to Mr. Style%u2019s class, but after all who cares if you were late right? He wouldn%u2019t mind. You found his class and made your way to the only empty seat. %u201COkay class,%u201D he began right as the bell rang, %u201CI assume you all did your homework from last night?%u201D Your eyes widened as he set his stare upon you. After all that happened last night, you had forgotten to read the chapters. Shit. You looked at him, struggling for an answer. But he looked away, ignoring it. %u201CHow about I check that tomorrow? Let%u2019s move on,%u201D he announced turning to his whiteboard. You grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing. Oh how you wanted to jump up and hug him, thank him. Not just for this, but for everything. The class carried on, as he rambled off about random history dates. You tried as hard as you possibly could to listen and to focus on what he was saying. But it was too hard. Instead, you admired the way that he flipped his hair every few minutes, swiping it gently to the side, so it was out of his way. The way he was full of knowledge, and knew the answer to every question the class asked. The way his accent said Christopher Columbus%u2026Ring Ring! %u201COkay class. You can go. Remember I%u2019m checking the homework tomorrow!%u201D he said settling his eyes on you. You blushed with embarrassment. Even after everything that happened yesterday, you should still be able to remember to do your homework. You wanted to talk to him, so you waited for everyone to leave the room before you got up from your seat. %u201CAre you coming Y/N?%u201D your best friend, Jennifer asked. %u201COh um. Yeah. I%u2019ll see you out there,%u201D you said pretending to pack up your things slowly. After everyone had left you strut up to the front of the room. %u201CWhat a naughty girl. Not doing her homework,%u201D Harry said Tsk Tsking and waving his finger side to side. %u201COh right sorry about that. I just was having a really bad night and-%u201C he stopped you. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to himself, pressing his soft lips to yours. He gave you a long kiss, and you could feel him smiling through it. You smiled back and giggled. %u201CI understand Y/N,%u201D he whispered pressing his forehead against yours. His warm, sticky breath clung to your face. It smelled of peppermint and chocolate, you loved it. You breathed it in taking it all in. He kissed you again, this time picking you up and placing you down on his desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him roughly, begging for more. You felt his tongue wipe against your lower lip, as you grant him entrance. His tongue finding its way around your mouth as he explored every bit of it. You did the same to him, fighting for dominance. He easily won and he smirked. You glanced past him to look at the clock. You didn%u2019t want to get home late again, your parents are already worried about you from yesterday. But your eyes met something else. Somebody else. You gasped as you saw two eyes staring right back at you. 
                          
                      %u201CHarry!%u201D you cried pointing to the door. He twirled around slowly to face the vacant door. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked. %u201CRight-there-he-was-saw-promise-there!%u201D you sputtered anxiously. %u201CY/N. Y/N,%u201D he said calmly collecting your face in his hands, %u201CSlow down.%u201D You took a deep breath before continuing. %u201CHunter was watching us,%u201D you said closing your eyes, suddenly feeling light-headed. His horrible stare still etched into your perfectly innocent mind. He looked at you with harsh unnecessary jealousy, with those eyes that tried to%u2026tried to rape you. %u201CHunter?!%u201D Harry said letting you go and and looking back at the door, %u201CLike Hunter Hunter?!%u201D You nodded, hanging your head low. You grabbed onto your temples, massaging them slowly. %u201CAre you%u2019re sure he saw us?%u201D he asked. %u201CI%u2019m sure. He was staring right at me and-and-%u201C you couldn%u2019t go on. You were buried in slow movie-like clips from that day, on repeat inside your head. Sour tears sprouting from your eyes, not hesitating to escape. You felt Harry envelope you in a tight hug, rubbing circles soothingly in your back. %u201CHe%u2019s gone now. He%u2019s not gonna hurt you anymore,%u201D he whispered into your hair. %u201CBut-but what if he does!%u201D you cried out in agony, %u201CHe knows where I live!%u201D You didn%u2019t want to feel his rough hands handle you again, you didn%u2019t want to feel his gruff touch, you didn%u2019t want to see his heartless face that you once fell for. That%u2019s right, you fell for Hunter. Hard. He was your everything at one point. You couldn%u2019t function without him, until he changed. He never told you why he changed, he just did. %u201CY/N? Stay with me tonight? At my flat?%u201D Harry asked pulling away so that he could look into your eyes. You nodded, sniffling.            %u201CHere%u2019s a towel and a change of clothes,%u201D Harry said handing you a bundle of stuff. %u201CThanks,%u201D you replied before taking it into the bathroom. A few minutes later you came out, feeling more refreshed than ever, with a pair of his navy sweats, one of his big t-shirts, and the towel wrapped tightly around your hair. %u201CYou look good in my clothes,%u201D Harry said as he noticed you come out of the shower. You giggled before blushing a deep red. %u201CDon%u2019t blush babe,%u201D he said tilting your chin up and pecking your lips slightly. You saw the word babe come out of his lips and it made you shiver. Nobody has ever called you babe, except Hunter. You didn%u2019t want to think about him right now. You wanted to think about Harry. %u201CI%u2019m gonna take a shower now. I%u2019ll be real quick babe. Make yourself at home,%u201D there it was again. Babe. You smiled and nodded. You went into your backpack searching for your phone. You dialed the numbers that you swore to memorize the day you got your iPhone. %u201CHello?%u201D your mom answered. %u201CMom?%u201D %u201CY/N! Where are you young lady!%u201D %u201CMom! I%u2019m fine! I%u2019m at Jennifer%u2019s house, could I stay the night?%u201D %u201CI don%u2019t know Y/N%u2026It%u2019s a school night you know that.%u201D %u201CPleaseeeee. Jenn%u2019s parent%u2019s said it%u2019s okay.%u201D %u201CReally? Then I guess it%u2019s fine. Do you need me to drop off your pajamas or anything?%u201D %u201CNope, I%u2019m fine. I can just borrow some of hers.%u201D You looked down at your cozy outfit and grinned. %u201COkay sleep early okay hun? Love you Y/N.%u201D %u201CLove you too mum.%u201D You hung up and placed your phone back into your bag. You decided to look around his flat while he was in the shower, since he was still in the shower. You went through his kitchen to the living room, where there was a bunch of framed things on the wall. There was everything from diplomas, to academic awards, to pictures%u2026Your eyes set on one picture of him with a girl. This didn%u2019t seem like just any girl. He had his arm slung around her and a beer bottle. She was kissing his cheek, and he was making a kissy face in return. He looked younger, but I couldn%u2019t have been more than 2 years ago. %u201CY/N?%u201D Harry asked emerging from the bathroom, as he noticed your expression. %u201CI really shouldn%u2019t be here,%u201D you announced quietly before taking one last look at the picture. %u201CWait. Y/N. What are you talking about?%u201D he asked concerned. %u201CYou could have told me you have a wife! I can%u2019t believe I trusted you! I knew that I shouldn%u2019t fall for you! That you were just going to complicate my life. But I did anyways. I fell for you alright. And I%u2019m still falling. I don%u2019t think I can catch myself but I%u2019m gonna try my best!%u201D you cried before he cut you off. With a kiss. A passionate kiss, that just screamed %u201CDon%u2019t go%u201D He always cut you off. Usually with a kiss, you hated it, but you loved it. %u201CThat%u2019s not my wife,%u201D he said gently. %u201CThen-%u201C he cut you off again, but not with a kiss. %u201CShe was my old girlfriend. We broke up about 5 months ago. I promise,%u201D he said putting a hand up to his heart. You looked at him. Throughout the few weeks that you%u2019ve known each other you can tell if he%u2019s lying just from looking into his eyes. And you knew he wasn%u2019t lying. %u201COh. I%u2019m sorry. I just don%u2019t want to get hurt again. And I%u2019m sorry I said that I%u2019m falling for you. Because I understand if-%u201C there it was again. A cut off with a kiss before he whispered, %u201CI%u2019m falling harder than you will ever imagine.%u201D
                      %u201CTell me why we have to go to sleep so early?%u201D you asked staring up at the ceiling. %u201CBecause,%u201D he said snaking an arm around you and pulling you closer, %u201CIt%u2019s a school night.%u201D You glanced at the clock that read: 10:06. You groaned. %u201CI%u2019m only looking out for you Y/N you know that,%u201D he said. You rested your heaving head from the day%u2019s events on his bare chest, feeling his every breath. %u201CI know,%u201D you said. %u201CHarry,%u201D you said suddenly. %u201CHm?%u201D he asked obviously not asleep yet. %u201CWhat exactly are we?%u201D you asked. %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked. %u201CLike us? What%u2019s our relationship %u2018status%u2019?%u201D you asked making air quotes with your fingers. %u201CWell I don%u2019t know. It%u2019s up to you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?%u201D he asked pulling away so you could look up at him. %u201CIs that really how you%u2019re asking me to be your girlfriend?%u201D you wittingly fired back. He cleared his throat playfully. %u201CWould you. Y/N Y/LN. Do me the honor in being my wonderful girlfriend?%u201D he asked. %u201CI would love to!%u201D you cried attacking his lips with a hard kiss. %u201CNow we really gotta go to sleep Y/N,%u201D he said settling back into the same spot. %u201CFine,%u201D you sighed. For the next few minutes you couldn%u2019t get comfortable. You fidgeted side to side in his arms, trying not to wake him. You were in the midst of rolling over when you heard him begin to sing. %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D you slowly started to fade as he lulled you to sleep with his flawless voice.            %u201CY/N Let%u2019s go!%u201D Harry said knocking a fist against the bathroom door. %u201CI%u2019m coming I%u2019m coming!%u201D you yelled back finishing up your mascara that you keep in your backpack for emergencies. You had to wear the same clothes you were wearing yesterday, since you didn%u2019t have any others. But it would have to do. %u201CI%u2019m here, I%u2019m here,%u201D you said barging out and grabbing the muffin he had set out for you on the kitchen table. %u201CWhoa. You%u2019re lookin%u2019 hot today girlfriend,%u201D he whistled. %u201CI was wearing this yesterday silly-oh I mean boyfriend%u201D you winked. He laughed, %u201CCome on let%u2019s go! We%u2019re gonna be late!%u201D You and him decided that you two were gonna drive together to school, and he was just going to drop you off a few minutes from the school and you would walk the rest of the way. It sounded easy enough. You drove for about 5 minutes, before he kicked you out of the car. %u201CYou know how to get there right?%u201D he asked for the millionth time. %u201CYes yes. Just go. I%u2019ll see you in 3rd period,%u201D you said before shutting the car door and waving flirtatiously. You saw him blow you a kiss as he drove off in front of you. You sighed and began to walk the route he reminded you of a million times that car ride. %u201CI kind of wish I had a normal boyfriend,%u201D you said aloud. So I wouldn%u2019t have to sneak around like this, you finished in your head. But no. You took it back. You wouldn%u2019t trade Harry for anything. So what if he was teacher? He made you feel%u2026loved. You felt a speckle of a drizzle fall onto your nose. You swiped it off, and looked up at the rain clouds darken above you. The rain started to pick up, and fell harder onto you, soon in a deep downpour. Fuck. 
                          
                    You took cover under a giant tree. You didn%u2019t know what type of tree, because after all science wasn%u2019t your best subject. You looked at the time on your phone and groaned. You only had 10 minutes until the first bell rang and you were about 15 minutes from the school. You decided to just go back into the rain, it%u2019s better to be soaking wet to be like an hour late for math right? You walked slowly through the pouring rain, careful not to misplace a step and slip. Then you heard an unexpected sound coming from behind you. It was the roar of a car. It came to an abrupt stop beside you. You squinted your eyes, you didn%u2019t need to even look in the car, you knew who%u2019s it was. You%u2019d recognize his old stationwagon any day. It was Hunter. You first thought was to run and get the hell away from that crazy man, but then you thought about how much you wanted to finally face him, and tell him off for all the horrible things he%u2019s done to you. You decided to stay put. The rain seemed to pick up above you, if that was even possible. You saw the passenger seat window roll down slowly. There he was. He looked as if he had been crying for days, his hair was unusually messy, and his lips chapped as usual. He looked as if he was going through a terrible breakup and that he stays up crying every night over you until midnight or just a terrible hangover. Or both. %u201CWhat do you want Hunter?!%u201D you gawked through the rain. %u201CI want to talk to you Y/N,%u201D he said sincerely, %u201CPlease.%u201D He looked as if he was going to burst into his tears at any moment. You stood, unsure of what to do. He pushed the door open. %u201CCome on babe. Let me give you a ride. It%u2019s pouring. Please. I promise I won%u2019t pull anything,%u201D you don%u2019t know what made you do it. Maybe it was the falling rain that was messing up your hearing, or the way he called you babe, but you got in. You slammed the door behind you breathing heavily. You stared forward not wanting to make eye contact. You just wanted to get to class. %u201CDrive,%u201D you snarled. %u201CNo,%u201D he replied. You were ready to jump back out of the car right then and there but you didn%u2019t. %u201CI want to talk to you,%u201D he whispered in a less harsh tone. %u201CThere%u2019s nothing to talk about you,%u201D you shrugged. %u201CYes. There is. What I did to you was terrible. It was absolutely horrendous. I hate myself for it. I was so stupid. I don%u2019t know what came over me. I should%u2019ve never taken advantage of you like that. I%u2019m so sorry,%u201D he said in one breath. You turned to look at him. You saw how much he wanted you back. You saw how much he regretted what he did. But that doesn%u2019t change anything. %u201CBut that doesn%u2019t change anything,%u201D you said out loud this time. %u201CPlease Y/N. You have to forgive me. I%u2019m so sorry. I%u2019m beating myself up about it every night. Please. I love you babe,%u201D he said a lone tear trickling down his cheek. You wanted to tell him it was alright, that you at least forgive him, that you at least wanted to be friends. But you thought of Harry. %u201CNo. I%u2019m not-%u201C he cut you off with a kiss. Just like Harry does. Except this wasn%u2019t a sweet way of telling you to shut up. It was cold, rough, and mean. Just like him. You pulled away gagging, and coughing. %u201CWhat are you doing?!%u201D you spat. %u201CGetting you back,%u201D he growled. There it was. That same look you always see iin his eyes. The way he looked at you with a distasteful craving. %u201CCome here Y/N,%u201D he said one hand grabbing the bottom of your blouse the other groping your boob. You pulled away quickly, opening the car door and grabbing your backpack. %u201CStop!%u201D you yelled at him as he ripped a sharp fingernail against your neck. %u201CYou%u2019re gonna regret this!%u201D he yelled, as you tried to slam the door on his arm. He refused to let you go, but you ran. You just ran. And as you ran you heard him yell, %u201CI know about Mr. Styles!%u201D            You were looking for one thing. And one thing only. Harry. You needed to find him. To be in his arms. You ran to his classroom, only to stop in your tracks. The first class of the day had already started. You locked eyes with him, as he saw you outside of his door. His eyes widened, as he took in the sight. You were soaking wet, barely clinging onto your backpack. Your hair was wild and you were muddy from all the running. You were panting, and ready to fall over, but you needed him first. He turned back to his class, said something quickly, before grabbing a blanket from the couch he has in the back of his room and ran outside to you. Before you could explain, he hugged you causing you to make an %u201COoof%u201D sound. You stayed in his arms, with the blanket between the two of you, for a few minutes. You had dropped your school bag to the ground. %u201CCome here,%u201D he mumbled leading you over to the staircase, where you would be a little more secluded from the giant school. %u201CI%u2019m such an ass,%u201D he said after awhile. His arms haven%u2019t left your body. He used all of the body heat left in him to keep you warm. %u201CI shouldn%u2019t have made you walk here. I didn%u2019t know it was gonna rain. But still. That was so dumb of me. I should%u2019ve walked and you should%u2019ve taken my car. I am so so so sorry Y/N,%u201D he said slapping his forehead repeatedly with back of his hand. %u201CNo Harry! It%u2019s f-f-fine,%u201D you said still chattering from the cold air. %u201CY/N? What%u2019s that?%u201D he breathed pointing to your neck and gasping. You looked down, to see a fresh stream of blood dripping from a long cut along the bottom of your neck, close to your chest. It must%u2019ve been from when Hunter scratched you. You let the tears fall into Harry%u2019s lap as you explained, %u201CWhi-while I was walking. Hunter dr-drove by. And he-he tried to-%u201C you began. %u201CThat little-%u201C Harry started loudly. %u201CJu-just listen. He told me th-that he wanted me back. That he wa-was really so-sorry. And that it was all a bi-big mistake. But when I re-refused his offer he did th-this!%u201D you cried out pointing to the scar he made upon your flesh. The whole time Harry was shaking his head, still angry at himself. %u201CIt%u2019s all my fault,%u201D he said letting the thick tears fall from his beautiful eyes, %u201CI%u2019m sorry. I%u2019m the worst boyfriend.%u201D %u201CNo. Harry. You are the best boyfriend I%u2019ve ever had. If it weren%u2019t for you I would be Hunter%u2019s slut right now. You saved me Harry,%u201D you said as you looked at him with tears. He kissed your lips softly. You could taste a mix of rain, tears, and sorrow in one short little kiss, %u201CYou saved me Harry Styles.%u201D 
                          
                      Somehow you ended up sleeping at Harry%u2019s flat again that night. And somehow you got through the rest of the day, with minimal breakdowns and tears.  You were lying down in his bed as he paced the floor next to you. %u201CSo what you%u2019re telling me, is that he 100% knows about us?%u201D he asked. You nodded, swallowing hard. You didn%u2019t want Harry to get mad. %u201CAre you mad Harry?%u201D you whispered. He let his shoulders down and walked over to you, giving you a small smile. %u201COf course not Y/N. This is not your fault. And there is no way in hell that I%u2019m letting you go,%u201D he responded lying down beside you. He looked at the clock: 10:00. %u201CAre you gonna make me go to bed now Harry?%u201D you asked with a puppy dog face. He laughed. %u201CFine. How about 11?%u201D he suggested. It was better than nothing. %u201COkay let%u2019s think. What%u2019s the worst thing that could happen if he tells someone? And who would he even tell?%u201D he asked sitting up. %u201CWell we could both get arrested. And maybe the principal?%u201D you asked trying to answer his questions. %u201CDamnit. I hate Mrs. Burnett. She scares the crap out of me,%u201D he responded cringing. %u201CAnd that mole!%u201D you cried. %u201CI know it%u2019s so big and scary!%u201D he agreed laughing. He looked into your eyes and smiled. He put an arm around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. %u201CWhere would you move to if you could move anywhere in the world?%u201D you asked him out of the blue. %u201CHm. That%u2019s hard. But probably Florida. I love it there. I should take you sometime,%u201D he said placing his other hand on your thigh. %u201CI%u2019m gonna go get water. My throat%u2019s starting to feel a little dry,%u201D you told him as you got up. %u201CAlright. I%u2019m gonna get ready for bed then love,%u201D he said also getting up. You smiled at him before going to the kitchen and pouring yourself a tall glass of water. You returned back to the room to see him lying back on the bed, with only a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on. Your eyes-widened as you nearly dropped the water. He snickered. You admired his perfect hair, as it was swept to the side carefully. His intricately chiseled abs, yelling at you to feel them. His perfect, plush lips telling you to kiss him. You set your water down quickly on your night stand before straddling on top of him. %u201CWhoa. Well hello there Y/N,%u201D he winked. You didn%u2019t want to talk. You kissed his lips, smashing against them with your tongue. He let you in, surprised at your domination. You wanted to dominate this round. Make him love you. You slipped down one strap of your tank top, letting it hang loosely over your shoulder. You danced around with it, as his eyes traced your every move. He looked as if it was taking all his might not to pounce right on top of you. You did the same to the other side, letting it hang slightly on your shoulder. %u201CTease,%u201D you heard him mumble under his breath. You felt him harden slightly underneath you as you let the shirt fall to your waist. You were wearing your black laced Victoria Secret bra. You heard him grunt. %u201CAre you sure you want to do this?%u201D he asked stopping you. %u201CHell yeah,%u201D you said before kissing him again. You let go of his lips and made your way down to his neck. You left love bites and nibbles everywhere. Scathing his chest with your teeth you made your way down to his precious abs. Giving each one a delicate kiss, you stopped right before his boxer line. %u201CY/NNNNN,%u201D he moaned out making you giggle. You got up and got rid of your shirt, along with your yoga shorts. You had on the matching thong, just for this occasion. %u201CDamn girl,%u201D he said grabbing your arms and pulling you back onto the bed. He kissed you hard again, before doing to your neck what you did to his. You moaned quietly every time he left a mark. He worked slowly towards your chest, fiddling with the wire strap in the back he released the bra letting it drop silently to the bed. He gasped. %u201CY/N,%u201D he whispered. You shut your eyes as you remembered what Hunter had done to you that day. How he had left his mark on you. How he had made you suffer. You covered up quickly with your hands, trying to cover up the deep marks he had left on you. You fell back onto the bed with tears brimming on your eyes. %u201CI-I-%u201C you didn%u2019t know what to say. You didn%u2019t know how to face him after you had just ruined probably the best moment of your life. %u201CY/N. Is it from him?%u201D he asked breaking the nude silence. You nodded, letting a tear drop for your eye. You let his thin, tan finger brush the tear away. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said turning his head to you. You shook your head violently, knowing that you weren%u2019t. Knowing that he didn%u2019t want to touch you, after what he just saw. %u201CYou probably want nothing to do with me now right?%u201D you asked putting your hand to your head. Without a sound, he rolled over helping you up. You leaned against the back of his bed as he massaged your boobs lightly. Being extra careful around your two scars he kneaded them like dough as he made you moan out in pleasure. Your back arched forward, as you gripped onto the backboard. He let his tongue linger slowly over your nipple, as he swirled and played with it back and forth. It instantly hardened at the feel of his mouth as your toes curled forward. After doing the same to both sides he moved his way down your torso, leaving benign kisses. He took your thong in his teeth, removing it with a growl. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said as he rubbed a gentle thumb over your dripping core. You tilted your head back as he pleasured you. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said again as he stripped of his last piece of clothing, %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful.%u201D You heard his words, and you wanted to believe it. But you knew that you weren%u2019t. That you weren%u2019t beautiful, and that he was just saying because he was expected to. %u201DTonight. I%u2019m going to make you forget,%u201D he said before plunging himself into you. 
                             
                     You giggled at the sound of his morning voice. %u201CGood morning love,%u201D he said low and raspy. %u201CGood morning Harry,%u201D you replied smiling. Memories of last night filled your brain. For once, you have at least a few memories that don%u2019t 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. %u201CI love you,%u201D he said aloud at almost perfect timing. %u201CDo you really mean that?%u201D you asked almost crying tears of joy. %u201COf course I do. I love you with all my heart Y/N. And I will do everything I possibly can to make sure you%u2019re always happy and safe,%u201D he said as you hovered on top of him. %u201CI love you too Harry Styles,%u201D you whispered resting your chin on his chest. %u201COkay 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?%u201D he suggested. %u201C10 minutes?!%u201D you exclaimed propping up, %u201COh but other than that. It sounds perfect.%u201D You leaned down to peck his lips gently before rushing to get ready.         
             %u201CRight here right here! Stop!%u201D you ordered to Harry as he came to a screeching halt outside your house. %u201CDo you want me to wait for you here?%u201D he asked turning to you. %u201CNo it%u2019s fine. You go on ahead. I have you 6th period. So I%u2019ll see you then,%u201D you smiled kissing his lips, %u201CThank you!%u201D He pulled you back in for one more kiss. His lips worked perfectly with yours, molding themselves against each other. %u201CNow you can go,%u201D he whispered. You laughed and shut the door, blowing him a kiss.
                      %u201CJenn!%u201D you called to your bestfriend down the hall. She lifted her head from her locker, giving you a wave. %u201CHey!%u201D she smiled her teethy grin as you approached her, %u201CHow are you? We haven%u2019t talked in so long omg!%u201D %u201CI know right! I%u2019ve just been um really busy. How have you been?%u201D you asked. %u201CI%u2019m doing good. But dude what happened with you and Hunter. Like all of a sudden he%u2019s been looking really white, and like on edge. It%u2019s kinda creepy. He also looks like he%u2019s been crying a lot. I heard that yesterday he was found behind the bleachers crying to himself. What happened?!%u201D she asked lowering her voice. %u201CIt%u2019s complicated. I%u2019ll explain it all later I promise. But just know that we%u2019re long over with,%u201D you said in the same hushed tone, %u201CI gotta get to class. We%u2019ll catch up later kay?%u201D 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 6th period, you kept telling yourself as you walked down the busy hallways to room 554. %u201CGood morning class. Please take your seats,%u201D 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%u2019t concentrate. Something felt weird today. You decided that next period you were gonna go to Harry%u2019s 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%u2019s ear before scurrying off. The teacher laid his eyes on you and spoke, %u201CY/N. Mrs. Burnett would like to see you. Now.%u201D You pointed at yourself questioning him. %u201CYes you. Go,%u201D he said pointing to the door. You didn%u2019t 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%u2019s office. You thanked god that you were passing Harry%u2019s room. You glanced in, but he wasn%u2019t there. Instead there was a tall, old, gray-haired lady there in his place. And that%u2019s when you knew exactly what this was about.            %u201CRight in here Ms. Y/L/N,%u201D 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%u2019s 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%u2019t Harry. He wasn%u2019t 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. %u201CAhh. Ms. Y/L/N. Just the girl I wanted to see,%u201D 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%u2019s handwriting it was. Harry%u2019s. 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%u2019t 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%u2019s 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%u2019t know why it affected you the way it did. You should%u2019ve 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%u2019t, because it was the last remains you had of him: 
          Y/N,
          
          By the time you read this I will already be gone. Don%u2019t try to look for me, don%u2019t try to call me, don%u2019t 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%u2019m doing what%u2019s 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%u2019re beautiful,
          
          Mr. Styles
          
          %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D You slammed a hand down, making the song come to an early end. Everything reminded you of him. Harry. You fumbled with your phone, hastily dialing his digits for the fourth time since getting in the car. And that doesn%u2019t even include the 27 times you called him as you ran from the school to your car. You didn%u2019t know where you were going, but you couldn%u2019t stay in that hell-hole called school any longer. Not under these circumstances. You knew you shouldn%u2019t be driving with tears like these. But you took a left on Elm and a right on 5th Avenue anyways. You were going to Harry%u2019s flat.
          
          You stood outside his flat%u2019s door reading the letter silently over and over again to yourself. The paper was ripped, and stained with tears as you tried process it. You pretended to be a detective, looking for hidden clues, secret messages. Anything to tell you where he had gone. You stared at the door, hoping and praying that he was on the side. That somehow you would be able to catch him before he leaves for who knows where. You bent down, lifting up his welcome mat, and retrieving that same tiny, golden key he had used that very precious day. You stuck it in the door harshly, anticipating. You turned the knob to see your fate. He wasn%u2019t there. Of course he wasn%u2019t there. Why would he? An overwhelming wave of his familiar scent washed over you. You fell to the ground, weak at the knees. Unable to realize that he was really gone. You stayed like that for a few moments, wishing that his strong, firm arms would come and hold you. He told you that he would never let anything hurt you, and then he would always make you happy. Well fuck. You weren%u2019t happy right now. Far from it. You were heartbroken. You gained the needed strength to pick yourself up and walk into his bedroom. You looked at his bed. Where you would lie endlessly with him, just talking about everything. That%u2019s where you two even did it%u2026you brushed the thought away. You couldn%u2019t think about that. You couldn%u2019t. You looked on the stand, to see your glass of water still perched, standing tall untouched since you had never gotten around to drinking it that night. You looked to the other side of the bedside table to see the clock, that you would check at night to see if it was 10:06 yet. You looked to the bathroom, where he let you wash up that first day. You walked back out to his living room, where you looked at each one of his framed works. Touching each one with a quivering fingertip. You trailed down to the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend. Remembering how you over-reacted over it, but he assured you that they were over. Like you two were now. You didn%u2019t want to be just an ex-girlfriend of his. You wanted to be the one. You looked back to the kitchen where you would keep your backpack everyday, and walked over to it. It was then that you noticed something on the kitchen table. It was another white envelope. The same one that Mrs. Burnett had given you. Your name was scrawled on it exactly as before, but this one was a bit thicker. You grabbed for it, ripping it off with your fingers to reveal two things. A passport. And a one-way ticket to Florida.
          
          *Harry%u2019s POV*
          
                      She%u2019s gonna be here any minute, I thought tapping my foot. My eyes watched the flight board as the words constantly flickered on and off. My eyes stayed glued to that one row. It was her flight. Or the flight that she was supposed to be coming on. I was going out on a limb with this one, leaving a plane ticket in my flat. What if she never found it? What if someone found it first? I shook the thoughts of my head. I know Y/N%u2019s smart. She would probably go back to my flat first thing, to see if I was there, right? Or maybe what if she just gave up? What if she agreed with my letter and thought it was best to do what I did? I didn%u2019t have much of a choice. Mrs. Burnett had threated to get me arrested, if I didn%u2019t leave the country immediately. She made it very clear that I had to go far far away, and fast. I hadn%u2019t been allowed to go anywhere but my flat. My eyes watched suddenly as the flight status turned to: LANDED. I sprung up from my seat, rubbing my bum. I had gotten here 3 hours early, to make 100% sure I didn%u2019t miss her. I ran through the airport, searching for Gate 89. People were already starting to come out of the gate. Damnit. What if I missed her?! I stood, tip-toeing over tall heads and hats looking for one thing. Y/N. I miss her so much. It%u2019s only been 5 days, but I%u2019ve never felt so distant. The trail of people slowly starting to water out, as only a few people would come out at a time now. And then the unexpected happened. The inevitable in our book of fate happened. The last person to emerge from the gate, holding only a pink suitcase was the girl I%u2019ve been waiting. The girl I%u2019ve been waiting to see. Y/N. I ran over to her, not caring about how crazy I looked. Her suitcase dropped to the ground as she noticed me. I wrapped my arms around her, as I felt her do the same. I hugged her so tightly, she probably couldn%u2019t even breath. %u201CHarry!%u201D she yelled watery eyed pulling away. %u201CY/N,%u201D I whispered kissing her lips. Her moist, pink lips that haven%u2019t been kissed for days. She kissed back with just as much passion, obviously happy to see me. I pulled away slowly after minutes on end, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were these mystical things. They were so full of life, hope, passion. They were a light sea blue, that had sparkles of green where the sun hits them. They would make me melt every time they looked at me, every time they met mine%u2026These were the very eyes, that I fell in love with the very first time I met her

    Inside My Teacher%u2019s Eyes 
          
                      Your eyeballs glued to his ass as he paced the floor in front of you. Your pen nervously tapping your desk, awaiting the ring of the bell. Your heart jolting every time he looked your way. You wanted more than anything to be his. But you knew it was impossible. A fantasy, too good to be true. And besides, what separates you from all those other beautiful women? All those models, actresses, and singers? Oh right. You%u2019re his student.
          
                      He spoke suddenly, clearing his throat, %u201CChapters 9-14 in your History book.%u201D Eruptions of groans and nods filled the room, as kids began filing out of the room. Now%u2019s your chance Y/N, you swarmed silently in your head. He retreated to his desk, placing his strong hands onto his keyboard. You took a deep breath, %u201CMr-Mr. Styles?%u201D He looked up from his work, meeting your gaze. You%u2019ve never looked into his eyes before, in these first two days of school. They%u2019re beautiful, magical. The perfect shade of green that could captivate and get you lost in them for days. You have a habit of falling for people hard, and quickly. You only met Mr. Styles two days ago, and you%u2019ve only spoken to him once asking him if you use the bathroom. %u201CY/N? Yes Y/N?%u201D he said snapping two fingers in your face. %u201COh um. Sorry,%u201D you mumbled, %u201CI have a question.%u201D You rubbed your clammy palms together; nobody has ever made you feel this way. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked breaking off from your eyes, and looking back at his computer. You heart sunk, hands getting sweatier, you guess he didn%u2019t want to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him. %u201CEr. I was wondering if you had a tutoring session or something that I could go to,%u201D you replied. %u201CWhat is it exactly that you needed help on?%u201D he asked still fixated on his computer. Shit. You hadn%u2019t thought this through. %u201CUm. The Civil War stuff?%u201D you said, making it sound more like a question. Finally, looking back up at you, %u201CWell. Most people are okay with that material since you guys learned most of that a few years ago.%u201D Your cheeks flushed red. History was always your weakest subject, and he just had to rub it in%u2026%u201DBut it%u2019s nothing to worry about. We should be able to fix that. But since you%u2019re the only student who needs help in that area it might be best if we have a one-on-one?%u201D he suggested locking his eyes to yours. %u201CThat%u2019s fine I guess,%u201D you didn%u2019t want to sound overly excited right? %u201COkay. How%u2019s tomorrow? Meet me in my classroom right afterschool,%u201D he said nodding before turning back to his screen. %u201CSure,%u201D you said as you heard a ding, and a slight vibrate come from your back pocket. You turned back to Mr. Styles to see him patiently staring at his screen again. You sighed before checking your text. It was from your boyfriend.
          
                     %u201CSee you tomorrow!%u201D you yelled hastily running out of the class. Reading the text for the second time: meet me by my locker in 2. You ran through the empty hallways, feeling all too familiar. You skidded to a halt at the beginning of the locker section, looking for 309. You couldn%u2019t be late. You wouldn%u2019t. There he was, standing cross-legged, leaning against the cold metal. %u201CTook you long enough,%u201D he spat. %u201CI know. I%u2019m sorry-%u201C you said before he cut you off. Taking his rough hands, he chopped your words short, as he grabbed your face in his hands, holding you tightly. He pushed his chapped lips against yours, making you shudder. You hated the feeling he gave you. The fear, the anger, the abuse%u2026He started off as some sweet, romantic boyfriend who bought you bouquets, and took you on late night serenades. Somewhere in the mix, that all changed. He became vulgar, handling you ungraciously with his calloused palms. You wanted to break him with so badly, but you were scared out of your wits in what unnerved thing he would do to you then. He looked into your eyes, burning you with his glare. It was nothing compared to Mr. Styles, soft, green orbs that made you melt right out of your panties. He stared at you with lust, and domination. %u201CLet%u2019s do it,%u201D he snarled into your ear as he nipped at it. %u201CWhat?!%u201D you shot back. Without a word, he snuck his hands to the bottom of your tanktop. Silently slipping it upwards, he smirked. %u201CHunter stop!%u201D you whisper-yelled to him slapping his hands and putting you shirt back down. You didn%u2019t want to cause a disturbance. It would be way too embarrassing if someone caught you like this. %u201CFine. If you don%u2019t want it off, I%u2019m going in,%u201D he said with a devious grin on his face. His hands shot up your shirt reaching for your boobs. Before you could react, his fingers knitted inside your bra, fingering with your nipples. %u201CHunter-%u201C you tried helplessly, before he shut you out with a forced kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t talk,%u201D he ordered harshly. You yelped in pain, as he grabbed a hold of your left boob, squeezing it as hard as he could. He slammed you up against the locker, causing your head to lash back. You groaned, but not in pleasure. He%u2019s always been pushy, with kissing, and touching, but never has he tried going all the way like this. Keeping one hand locked inside your bra, massaging your left boob, he moved his other to the zipper of your skinny jeans. He ripped it down, nearly pulling the zipper right off. His hand didn%u2019t hesitate to find your underwear, and slide inside without permission. Everyone has already left for either afterschool sports, or home. You knew that the teachers were still all probably be here and if you just yelled loud enough, one of them could come out here and rescue from this man-whore. But you didn%u2019t have to. You saw two arms pry Hunter%u2019s from your body, throwing him hard against the ground. You saw Hunter struggle to pick himself up, to go in for a fight. But the two arms pushed him away easily. %u201CLeave! Now!%u201D you heard growling from beside you. The hero rushed to your side, as you slid down the side of the lockers. %u201CMr. Styles,%u201D you breathed closing your eyes and reliving the moment. %u201CY/N? Y/N? Are you okay?%u201D he asked as you choked back the tears. Tears of pity, tears of pain, tears of regret. %u201CJust go!%u201D you cried out, echoing. You thought you heard his footsteps walking away, hurting your heart just a little more. But you were wrong. Instead you felt a discreet arm wrap itself around your shoulder.        
                          
                 %u201CJust leave me alone!%u201D you shrieked in a whisper. His strong bicep was pressed against your face as he silently walked you down the corridor. What was he doing? Where was he taking you? You liked being in his arms, you loved being his arms. But you were embarrassed, way too embarrassed to face him. Your eyes became blurry with salty tears as he guided you out the front door of the school. You tried to protest, but it was no use. His silence told you, that he was there for you, that he was going to take care of you. Beep beep. You shot your head up, to see a Coupe in front of you. He opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you inside. The car smelled of early morning coffee, and his signature testosterone smell that you made you weak at the knees. %u201CWhere are we going?%u201D you whispered unable to stop the tears. %u201CI%u2019m taking you back to my flat. You are in no shape whatsoever to go home like this,%u201D he said shutting the door gently and jogging to the other side. He got in and roared the engine. You drove in silence. At one point you thought you heard him mumble, %u201CIt%u2019s gonna be okay.%u201D The evergreen trees, the slow pedestrians, and the slightest bit of civilization zoomed by outside your window. Minutes later, the car came to stop in a large parking structure. %u201CMr. Styles%u2026%u201D you began feeling unsure. Maybe you were wrong about him. What if he was some bad guy who takes his students to his flat and%u2026%u201DShh Y/N. I promise. I%u2019m not gonna hurt you,%u201D he said quietly as he reached for your hand. You flinched, memories overwhelming your mind from just a few moments ago. He sighed and walked you up to his flat, without touching you. He reached under his welcome mat and retrieved a tiny, golden key. He unlocked the door and let you in. The flat was welcoming and homey. %u201CYou can take a seat on the couch,%u201D he suggested placing his keys with a jingle on the kitchen counter. You spun around to meet his eyes. You suddenly wondered if he looked at you, the way you looked at him. With admiration, attraction, beauty. You imagined, what you looked like right now. %u201CEr may I use your bathroom?%u201D you asked quietly. He nodded, %u201CIt%u2019s right over there.%u201D You walked into the small bathroom, which was decorated with seashells. You slammed the door a little too loudly behind you. You rushed to the sink, before stopping and looking into the accurate mirror. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in every way possible, your eyes were deeply tear-stained with black mascara and eyeliner dripping down your cheeks, you were afraid to look but you did anyways. You slipped down the collar of your tank top, revealing your bra. You slowly dragged your bra down slightly to see what damage had been caused. You gasped when you saw two huge eggplant colored marks on either side of your left boob. Your shaky hand lifted up to touch it, wincing at the touch. %u201CY/N? You alright in there?%u201D you heard a curious voice from outside. His accent was thick, and evident. Just how you remember it from the first day of school. %u201CYeah I%u2019m fine! Just give me a minute!%u201D you pounded back quickly turning the sink on, to cover up your sniffles. You threw splashes of cold water onto your face, washing the dripping, black makeup from your face. You brushed your hair out with your fingers, as much as possible and went back outside. %u201CFeeling better?%u201D he asked suddenly. He was sitting on his couch, leaning forward, with his hands in his lap. You ignored him, %u201CWhy are you doing this?%u201D %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked gesturing for you to sit down. %u201CWhy are you letting me come here? Why didn%u2019t you just leave? Why did you hit Hunt-%u201C you broke down at the sound of his name. Maybe because of the way he treats you, the way he demeans you, hurts you. Or maybe it was because you missed the old him. You missed the way he treated you, the way he made you feel about yourself, how he would never do anything to hurt you. Times change, and people do too. 
                           
                      %u201CPlease sit Y/N?%u201D Mr. Styles asked.  You watched as he undid his tie. It was an emerald green, plaid tie that matched perfectly with his eyes. Wow those eyes%u2026%u201DUm I should probably be getting home%u2026%u201D you trailed backing up towards the door. Your parents were going to start worrying. %u201CPlease,%u201D he said suddenly reaching out and grabbing your hand, %u201CPlease?%u201D You looked down at the very point your hands met, where you felt the sparks, the fireworks, the whole shebang. %u201COkay,%u201D you said entranced. %u201CGood,%u201D he smiled happy he won that one. He patted the seat across from him. %u201CCan I get you some water? Maybe some juice? Or do you-%u201C the questions flew out of his mouth in order to impress you or something. Mr. Styles impressing you? Pssht. More like the other way around. %u201CI%u2019m fine,%u201D you said loudly over him. %u201COh alright,%u201D he said sitting back down. Minutes of inevitable silence filled the room. You watched his eyes, as he watched yours. It was back and forth like this for awhile until he spoke out of turn. %u201CY/N,%u201D he began quietly. You cocked your head a little straighter. %u201CWhat was that all about it?%u201D he asked concerned. You thought back to what he was referring to. You wanted to say that it was stupid boyfriend, who takes advantage of you, who abuses you, violates you, makes you feel%u2026unloved. But instead you said, %u201CNothing.%u201D His shoulders dropped. %u201CCome on Y/N. I know it wasn%u2019t just nothing. Did-did you know him?%u201D he asked trying to tiptoe around the subject. You thought about lying, about pretending that it was some old prick who was just trying to get in your pants. How you%u2019ve never seen him before, never set eyes on him in your life. But you didn%u2019t. You felt safe with Mr. Styles. Almost too safe. You decided to just tell him everything. He listened intently, nodding when needed, closing his eyes for effect. By the end of your story, you were choked with tears. You let them flow one by one, hitting his carpet gently. %u201CHey now. Don%u2019t cry Y/N,%u201D he said walking over to sit by you. He took your hand. You pulled back, instantly thinking of Hunter%u2019s touch. He slowly reached for your hand once again, cautiously waiting for your reaction. You shivered when it touched yours once again, but kept your hand nestled within his. %u201CWe need to do something about this,%u201D he stated. You weren%u2019t exactly sure what this was. Was he talking about Hunter. Or your relationship%u2026%u201DI think I should go to the principal,%u201D he resolved. %u201CNo!%u201D you cried, %u201CDon%u2019t!%u201D Mr. Styles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. %u201CWhat do you mean no?%u201D he asked. %u201CDon%u2019t,%u201D you whispered burying your face in your hands. %u201CBu-but why not?%u201D he asked, %u201CDon%u2019t you want him to get in trouble for this?%u201D %u201COf course!%u201D you yelled out, %u201COf course I do! I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer hard like he made me suffer. I want him to feel the pain-%u201C %u201CThen we need to tell someone,%u201D he cut in. %u201CNo,%u201D you sighed, %u201CWe can%u2019t. He%u2019s just going to hurt me. I know him. He%u2019s just going to come after me. He%u2019s going to make me pay for turning him in.%u201D %u201CI won%u2019t let him,%u201D you heard those words ring in your ear. Would he really be able to stop Hunter from hurting you, again? %u201CI promise,%u201D he said, %u201CI promise.%u201D You wanted to believe him. Believe him that Hunter would never set a finger on him again. But ever since Hunter turned into that kind of guy, you could never trust again. What if Mr. Styles just did the same thing to you? But when you looked up at him, at the sincerity in his eyes. You knew he meant it.            Your ringtone went off seconds later, filling the room with noise that no longer would have been there. You snatched it out of your pocket with one swift movement. You saw the six letters on the screen that you dreaded to see, you hated to see. The memories, building up in the back of your mind, as anger forged to fly out. You stood up, and hurled your phone against one of Mr.Style%u2019s bare walls out of impl=ulse. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. You never wanted to talk to that asshole again. You felt two arms wrap themselves around you, holding them close to their heaving chest. They held you back from the temptation to do anymore damage, the temptation to kill. You hated Hunter with all your heart, and you wanted him to know that. %u201CShhh shhh shh Y/N,%u201D he cooed into your ear. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he calmed you down. Staying in his arms for a few moments convinced you. You knew what you had to do, it was obvious this whole time. So you spun him around, and kissed him. 
                          
                      His tender lips meeting yours, is a feeling you%u2019ll never forget. Even if it was just for a brief second before you pulled away. You felt all your feelings that have been bottled up inside of you, this whole time was finally gone. For just a second, you no longer had any thoughts of Hunter, of all the things he%u2019s done to you. You not once thought of what you were going to do next, or what you had just been doing. You were in the present, and that%u2019s all that mattered. Pulling away quickly you spluttered, %u201CI-I%u2019m so sorry! I don%u2019t know-%u201C what I was thinking, you finished in your head. His expression, told you to stop talking. It told you to forget whatever you had to say, and just kiss him again. Meeting his lips with yours for a second time, it was even better than the first. It didn%u2019t matter that he was your teacher. That you%u2019ve only known him for a few days. It didn%u2019t even matter that he came to you when you needed him the most. This time it was he that pulled away from the kiss, leaving you wanting more. %u201CMr. Styles-%u201C you began to explain yourself again. This isn%u2019t how you%u2019re supposed to treat your teachers Y/N, you scolded yourself. But you couldn%u2019t help it. %u201CPlease. Call me Harry,%u201D he said simply. %u201CHarry,%u201D you corrected, %u201CI%u2019m so sorry.%u201D %u201CFor what?%u201D he asked swiping his bottom lip with his finger. That simple action, can you turn you on so well%u2026He noticed you staring at his lips, and smirked. He kissed you again. Moving his lips with yours, it was short sweet kiss. The type that could ry your tears. %u201CFor that?%u201D he asked pulling away suddenly just to prove a point. %u201CFor that,%u201D you agreed. %u201CIt%u2019s okay. If you hadn%u2019t done it, then I would have,%u201D he said chuckling a bit. You sighed in relief. Those words made you feel so much better. That you weren%u2019t the only one that wanted this. %u201CSooo now what?%u201D you asked looking down at his arms entangled with yours. %u201CUm I guess we-%u201C he began, %u201CFix that.%u201D He pointed at your phone, lying helplessly on the ground. %u201COh my god. I am so sorry about that. I don%u2019t know what I was thinking. I was just. I was just-%u201C you said before he cut you off. %u201CMad?%u201D %u201CMad.%u201D %u201CIt was him wasn%u2019t it?%u201D he asked about the caller that made you fling your phone halfway to Mars. You nodded. He smiled understandingly, and brushed away a stray lock of bangs from your face. %u201CI%u2019ve never looked really looked into your eyes before,%u201D he breathed caught in them. %u201CI have,%u201D you said the words seeming to just slip out of your mouth. He laughed slightly before smiling. %u201CYour eyes are really beautiful%u2026%u201D he trailed. You blushed, %u201CThanks.%u201D After an awkward minute or so you pulled out of his grasp. %u201CI should really be going. My parents are probably flipping,%u201D you said reaching for your school bag. %u201COkay,%u201D he replied walking you to the door. You could see a frown itching at the corners of his lips. %u201CSo I%u2019ll see you tomorrow?%u201D he asked. %u201CSee you tomorrow Mr.-Um Harry,%u201D you smiled before turning your back to him and walking out the door. %u201CWait Y/N!%u201D he called reaching for your arm as you spun back to face him. He placed another kiss on your lips. A passionate, comforting, goodbye kiss. %u201CDon%u2019t tell anyone about this,%u201D he whispered before letting you leave.            Final period. Finally. You weaved your way through the crowded halls. You had less than a minute to get to Mr. Style%u2019s class, but after all who cares if you were late right? He wouldn%u2019t mind. You found his class and made your way to the only empty seat. %u201COkay class,%u201D he began right as the bell rang, %u201CI assume you all did your homework from last night?%u201D Your eyes widened as he set his stare upon you. After all that happened last night, you had forgotten to read the chapters. Shit. You looked at him, struggling for an answer. But he looked away, ignoring it. %u201CHow about I check that tomorrow? Let%u2019s move on,%u201D he announced turning to his whiteboard. You grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing. Oh how you wanted to jump up and hug him, thank him. Not just for this, but for everything. The class carried on, as he rambled off about random history dates. You tried as hard as you possibly could to listen and to focus on what he was saying. But it was too hard. Instead, you admired the way that he flipped his hair every few minutes, swiping it gently to the side, so it was out of his way. The way he was full of knowledge, and knew the answer to every question the class asked. The way his accent said Christopher Columbus%u2026Ring Ring! %u201COkay class. You can go. Remember I%u2019m checking the homework tomorrow!%u201D he said settling his eyes on you. You blushed with embarrassment. Even after everything that happened yesterday, you should still be able to remember to do your homework. You wanted to talk to him, so you waited for everyone to leave the room before you got up from your seat. %u201CAre you coming Y/N?%u201D your best friend, Jennifer asked. %u201COh um. Yeah. I%u2019ll see you out there,%u201D you said pretending to pack up your things slowly. After everyone had left you strut up to the front of the room. %u201CWhat a naughty girl. Not doing her homework,%u201D Harry said Tsk Tsking and waving his finger side to side. %u201COh right sorry about that. I just was having a really bad night and-%u201C he stopped you. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to himself, pressing his soft lips to yours. He gave you a long kiss, and you could feel him smiling through it. You smiled back and giggled. %u201CI understand Y/N,%u201D he whispered pressing his forehead against yours. His warm, sticky breath clung to your face. It smelled of peppermint and chocolate, you loved it. You breathed it in taking it all in. He kissed you again, this time picking you up and placing you down on his desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him roughly, begging for more. You felt his tongue wipe against your lower lip, as you grant him entrance. His tongue finding its way around your mouth as he explored every bit of it. You did the same to him, fighting for dominance. He easily won and he smirked. You glanced past him to look at the clock. You didn%u2019t want to get home late again, your parents are already worried about you from yesterday. But your eyes met something else. Somebody else. You gasped as you saw two eyes staring right back at you. 
                          
                      %u201CHarry!%u201D you cried pointing to the door. He twirled around slowly to face the vacant door. %u201CWhat is it?%u201D he asked. %u201CRight-there-he-was-saw-promise-there!%u201D you sputtered anxiously. %u201CY/N. Y/N,%u201D he said calmly collecting your face in his hands, %u201CSlow down.%u201D You took a deep breath before continuing. %u201CHunter was watching us,%u201D you said closing your eyes, suddenly feeling light-headed. His horrible stare still etched into your perfectly innocent mind. He looked at you with harsh unnecessary jealousy, with those eyes that tried to%u2026tried to rape you. %u201CHunter?!%u201D Harry said letting you go and and looking back at the door, %u201CLike Hunter Hunter?!%u201D You nodded, hanging your head low. You grabbed onto your temples, massaging them slowly. %u201CAre you%u2019re sure he saw us?%u201D he asked. %u201CI%u2019m sure. He was staring right at me and-and-%u201C you couldn%u2019t go on. You were buried in slow movie-like clips from that day, on repeat inside your head. Sour tears sprouting from your eyes, not hesitating to escape. You felt Harry envelope you in a tight hug, rubbing circles soothingly in your back. %u201CHe%u2019s gone now. He%u2019s not gonna hurt you anymore,%u201D he whispered into your hair. %u201CBut-but what if he does!%u201D you cried out in agony, %u201CHe knows where I live!%u201D You didn%u2019t want to feel his rough hands handle you again, you didn%u2019t want to feel his gruff touch, you didn%u2019t want to see his heartless face that you once fell for. That%u2019s right, you fell for Hunter. Hard. He was your everything at one point. You couldn%u2019t function without him, until he changed. He never told you why he changed, he just did. %u201CY/N? Stay with me tonight? At my flat?%u201D Harry asked pulling away so that he could look into your eyes. You nodded, sniffling.            %u201CHere%u2019s a towel and a change of clothes,%u201D Harry said handing you a bundle of stuff. %u201CThanks,%u201D you replied before taking it into the bathroom. A few minutes later you came out, feeling more refreshed than ever, with a pair of his navy sweats, one of his big t-shirts, and the towel wrapped tightly around your hair. %u201CYou look good in my clothes,%u201D Harry said as he noticed you come out of the shower. You giggled before blushing a deep red. %u201CDon%u2019t blush babe,%u201D he said tilting your chin up and pecking your lips slightly. You saw the word babe come out of his lips and it made you shiver. Nobody has ever called you babe, except Hunter. You didn%u2019t want to think about him right now. You wanted to think about Harry. %u201CI%u2019m gonna take a shower now. I%u2019ll be real quick babe. Make yourself at home,%u201D there it was again. Babe. You smiled and nodded. You went into your backpack searching for your phone. You dialed the numbers that you swore to memorize the day you got your iPhone. %u201CHello?%u201D your mom answered. %u201CMom?%u201D %u201CY/N! Where are you young lady!%u201D %u201CMom! I%u2019m fine! I%u2019m at Jennifer%u2019s house, could I stay the night?%u201D %u201CI don%u2019t know Y/N%u2026It%u2019s a school night you know that.%u201D %u201CPleaseeeee. Jenn%u2019s parent%u2019s said it%u2019s okay.%u201D %u201CReally? Then I guess it%u2019s fine. Do you need me to drop off your pajamas or anything?%u201D %u201CNope, I%u2019m fine. I can just borrow some of hers.%u201D You looked down at your cozy outfit and grinned. %u201COkay sleep early okay hun? Love you Y/N.%u201D %u201CLove you too mum.%u201D You hung up and placed your phone back into your bag. You decided to look around his flat while he was in the shower, since he was still in the shower. You went through his kitchen to the living room, where there was a bunch of framed things on the wall. There was everything from diplomas, to academic awards, to pictures%u2026Your eyes set on one picture of him with a girl. This didn%u2019t seem like just any girl. He had his arm slung around her and a beer bottle. She was kissing his cheek, and he was making a kissy face in return. He looked younger, but I couldn%u2019t have been more than 2 years ago. %u201CY/N?%u201D Harry asked emerging from the bathroom, as he noticed your expression. %u201CI really shouldn%u2019t be here,%u201D you announced quietly before taking one last look at the picture. %u201CWait. Y/N. What are you talking about?%u201D he asked concerned. %u201CYou could have told me you have a wife! I can%u2019t believe I trusted you! I knew that I shouldn%u2019t fall for you! That you were just going to complicate my life. But I did anyways. I fell for you alright. And I%u2019m still falling. I don%u2019t think I can catch myself but I%u2019m gonna try my best!%u201D you cried before he cut you off. With a kiss. A passionate kiss, that just screamed %u201CDon%u2019t go%u201D He always cut you off. Usually with a kiss, you hated it, but you loved it. %u201CThat%u2019s not my wife,%u201D he said gently. %u201CThen-%u201C he cut you off again, but not with a kiss. %u201CShe was my old girlfriend. We broke up about 5 months ago. I promise,%u201D he said putting a hand up to his heart. You looked at him. Throughout the few weeks that you%u2019ve known each other you can tell if he%u2019s lying just from looking into his eyes. And you knew he wasn%u2019t lying. %u201COh. I%u2019m sorry. I just don%u2019t want to get hurt again. And I%u2019m sorry I said that I%u2019m falling for you. Because I understand if-%u201C there it was again. A cut off with a kiss before he whispered, %u201CI%u2019m falling harder than you will ever imagine.%u201D
                      %u201CTell me why we have to go to sleep so early?%u201D you asked staring up at the ceiling. %u201CBecause,%u201D he said snaking an arm around you and pulling you closer, %u201CIt%u2019s a school night.%u201D You glanced at the clock that read: 10:06. You groaned. %u201CI%u2019m only looking out for you Y/N you know that,%u201D he said. You rested your heaving head from the day%u2019s events on his bare chest, feeling his every breath. %u201CI know,%u201D you said. %u201CHarry,%u201D you said suddenly. %u201CHm?%u201D he asked obviously not asleep yet. %u201CWhat exactly are we?%u201D you asked. %u201CWhat do you mean?%u201D he asked. %u201CLike us? What%u2019s our relationship %u2018status%u2019?%u201D you asked making air quotes with your fingers. %u201CWell I don%u2019t know. It%u2019s up to you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?%u201D he asked pulling away so you could look up at him. %u201CIs that really how you%u2019re asking me to be your girlfriend?%u201D you wittingly fired back. He cleared his throat playfully. %u201CWould you. Y/N Y/LN. Do me the honor in being my wonderful girlfriend?%u201D he asked. %u201CI would love to!%u201D you cried attacking his lips with a hard kiss. %u201CNow we really gotta go to sleep Y/N,%u201D he said settling back into the same spot. %u201CFine,%u201D you sighed. For the next few minutes you couldn%u2019t get comfortable. You fidgeted side to side in his arms, trying not to wake him. You were in the midst of rolling over when you heard him begin to sing. %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D you slowly started to fade as he lulled you to sleep with his flawless voice.            %u201CY/N Let%u2019s go!%u201D Harry said knocking a fist against the bathroom door. %u201CI%u2019m coming I%u2019m coming!%u201D you yelled back finishing up your mascara that you keep in your backpack for emergencies. You had to wear the same clothes you were wearing yesterday, since you didn%u2019t have any others. But it would have to do. %u201CI%u2019m here, I%u2019m here,%u201D you said barging out and grabbing the muffin he had set out for you on the kitchen table. %u201CWhoa. You%u2019re lookin%u2019 hot today girlfriend,%u201D he whistled. %u201CI was wearing this yesterday silly-oh I mean boyfriend%u201D you winked. He laughed, %u201CCome on let%u2019s go! We%u2019re gonna be late!%u201D You and him decided that you two were gonna drive together to school, and he was just going to drop you off a few minutes from the school and you would walk the rest of the way. It sounded easy enough. You drove for about 5 minutes, before he kicked you out of the car. %u201CYou know how to get there right?%u201D he asked for the millionth time. %u201CYes yes. Just go. I%u2019ll see you in 3rd period,%u201D you said before shutting the car door and waving flirtatiously. You saw him blow you a kiss as he drove off in front of you. You sighed and began to walk the route he reminded you of a million times that car ride. %u201CI kind of wish I had a normal boyfriend,%u201D you said aloud. So I wouldn%u2019t have to sneak around like this, you finished in your head. But no. You took it back. You wouldn%u2019t trade Harry for anything. So what if he was teacher? He made you feel%u2026loved. You felt a speckle of a drizzle fall onto your nose. You swiped it off, and looked up at the rain clouds darken above you. The rain started to pick up, and fell harder onto you, soon in a deep downpour. Fuck. 
                          
                    You took cover under a giant tree. You didn%u2019t know what type of tree, because after all science wasn%u2019t your best subject. You looked at the time on your phone and groaned. You only had 10 minutes until the first bell rang and you were about 15 minutes from the school. You decided to just go back into the rain, it%u2019s better to be soaking wet to be like an hour late for math right? You walked slowly through the pouring rain, careful not to misplace a step and slip. Then you heard an unexpected sound coming from behind you. It was the roar of a car. It came to an abrupt stop beside you. You squinted your eyes, you didn%u2019t need to even look in the car, you knew who%u2019s it was. You%u2019d recognize his old stationwagon any day. It was Hunter. You first thought was to run and get the hell away from that crazy man, but then you thought about how much you wanted to finally face him, and tell him off for all the horrible things he%u2019s done to you. You decided to stay put. The rain seemed to pick up above you, if that was even possible. You saw the passenger seat window roll down slowly. There he was. He looked as if he had been crying for days, his hair was unusually messy, and his lips chapped as usual. He looked as if he was going through a terrible breakup and that he stays up crying every night over you until midnight or just a terrible hangover. Or both. %u201CWhat do you want Hunter?!%u201D you gawked through the rain. %u201CI want to talk to you Y/N,%u201D he said sincerely, %u201CPlease.%u201D He looked as if he was going to burst into his tears at any moment. You stood, unsure of what to do. He pushed the door open. %u201CCome on babe. Let me give you a ride. It%u2019s pouring. Please. I promise I won%u2019t pull anything,%u201D you don%u2019t know what made you do it. Maybe it was the falling rain that was messing up your hearing, or the way he called you babe, but you got in. You slammed the door behind you breathing heavily. You stared forward not wanting to make eye contact. You just wanted to get to class. %u201CDrive,%u201D you snarled. %u201CNo,%u201D he replied. You were ready to jump back out of the car right then and there but you didn%u2019t. %u201CI want to talk to you,%u201D he whispered in a less harsh tone. %u201CThere%u2019s nothing to talk about you,%u201D you shrugged. %u201CYes. There is. What I did to you was terrible. It was absolutely horrendous. I hate myself for it. I was so stupid. I don%u2019t know what came over me. I should%u2019ve never taken advantage of you like that. I%u2019m so sorry,%u201D he said in one breath. You turned to look at him. You saw how much he wanted you back. You saw how much he regretted what he did. But that doesn%u2019t change anything. %u201CBut that doesn%u2019t change anything,%u201D you said out loud this time. %u201CPlease Y/N. You have to forgive me. I%u2019m so sorry. I%u2019m beating myself up about it every night. Please. I love you babe,%u201D he said a lone tear trickling down his cheek. You wanted to tell him it was alright, that you at least forgive him, that you at least wanted to be friends. But you thought of Harry. %u201CNo. I%u2019m not-%u201C he cut you off with a kiss. Just like Harry does. Except this wasn%u2019t a sweet way of telling you to shut up. It was cold, rough, and mean. Just like him. You pulled away gagging, and coughing. %u201CWhat are you doing?!%u201D you spat. %u201CGetting you back,%u201D he growled. There it was. That same look you always see iin his eyes. The way he looked at you with a distasteful craving. %u201CCome here Y/N,%u201D he said one hand grabbing the bottom of your blouse the other groping your boob. You pulled away quickly, opening the car door and grabbing your backpack. %u201CStop!%u201D you yelled at him as he ripped a sharp fingernail against your neck. %u201CYou%u2019re gonna regret this!%u201D he yelled, as you tried to slam the door on his arm. He refused to let you go, but you ran. You just ran. And as you ran you heard him yell, %u201CI know about Mr. Styles!%u201D            You were looking for one thing. And one thing only. Harry. You needed to find him. To be in his arms. You ran to his classroom, only to stop in your tracks. The first class of the day had already started. You locked eyes with him, as he saw you outside of his door. His eyes widened, as he took in the sight. You were soaking wet, barely clinging onto your backpack. Your hair was wild and you were muddy from all the running. You were panting, and ready to fall over, but you needed him first. He turned back to his class, said something quickly, before grabbing a blanket from the couch he has in the back of his room and ran outside to you. Before you could explain, he hugged you causing you to make an %u201COoof%u201D sound. You stayed in his arms, with the blanket between the two of you, for a few minutes. You had dropped your school bag to the ground. %u201CCome here,%u201D he mumbled leading you over to the staircase, where you would be a little more secluded from the giant school. %u201CI%u2019m such an ass,%u201D he said after awhile. His arms haven%u2019t left your body. He used all of the body heat left in him to keep you warm. %u201CI shouldn%u2019t have made you walk here. I didn%u2019t know it was gonna rain. But still. That was so dumb of me. I should%u2019ve walked and you should%u2019ve taken my car. I am so so so sorry Y/N,%u201D he said slapping his forehead repeatedly with back of his hand. %u201CNo Harry! It%u2019s f-f-fine,%u201D you said still chattering from the cold air. %u201CY/N? What%u2019s that?%u201D he breathed pointing to your neck and gasping. You looked down, to see a fresh stream of blood dripping from a long cut along the bottom of your neck, close to your chest. It must%u2019ve been from when Hunter scratched you. You let the tears fall into Harry%u2019s lap as you explained, %u201CWhi-while I was walking. Hunter dr-drove by. And he-he tried to-%u201C you began. %u201CThat little-%u201C Harry started loudly. %u201CJu-just listen. He told me th-that he wanted me back. That he wa-was really so-sorry. And that it was all a bi-big mistake. But when I re-refused his offer he did th-this!%u201D you cried out pointing to the scar he made upon your flesh. The whole time Harry was shaking his head, still angry at himself. %u201CIt%u2019s all my fault,%u201D he said letting the thick tears fall from his beautiful eyes, %u201CI%u2019m sorry. I%u2019m the worst boyfriend.%u201D %u201CNo. Harry. You are the best boyfriend I%u2019ve ever had. If it weren%u2019t for you I would be Hunter%u2019s slut right now. You saved me Harry,%u201D you said as you looked at him with tears. He kissed your lips softly. You could taste a mix of rain, tears, and sorrow in one short little kiss, %u201CYou saved me Harry Styles.%u201D 
                          
                      Somehow you ended up sleeping at Harry%u2019s flat again that night. And somehow you got through the rest of the day, with minimal breakdowns and tears.  You were lying down in his bed as he paced the floor next to you. %u201CSo what you%u2019re telling me, is that he 100% knows about us?%u201D he asked. You nodded, swallowing hard. You didn%u2019t want Harry to get mad. %u201CAre you mad Harry?%u201D you whispered. He let his shoulders down and walked over to you, giving you a small smile. %u201COf course not Y/N. This is not your fault. And there is no way in hell that I%u2019m letting you go,%u201D he responded lying down beside you. He looked at the clock: 10:00. %u201CAre you gonna make me go to bed now Harry?%u201D you asked with a puppy dog face. He laughed. %u201CFine. How about 11?%u201D he suggested. It was better than nothing. %u201COkay let%u2019s think. What%u2019s the worst thing that could happen if he tells someone? And who would he even tell?%u201D he asked sitting up. %u201CWell we could both get arrested. And maybe the principal?%u201D you asked trying to answer his questions. %u201CDamnit. I hate Mrs. Burnett. She scares the crap out of me,%u201D he responded cringing. %u201CAnd that mole!%u201D you cried. %u201CI know it%u2019s so big and scary!%u201D he agreed laughing. He looked into your eyes and smiled. He put an arm around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. %u201CWhere would you move to if you could move anywhere in the world?%u201D you asked him out of the blue. %u201CHm. That%u2019s hard. But probably Florida. I love it there. I should take you sometime,%u201D he said placing his other hand on your thigh. %u201CI%u2019m gonna go get water. My throat%u2019s starting to feel a little dry,%u201D you told him as you got up. %u201CAlright. I%u2019m gonna get ready for bed then love,%u201D he said also getting up. You smiled at him before going to the kitchen and pouring yourself a tall glass of water. You returned back to the room to see him lying back on the bed, with only a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on. Your eyes-widened as you nearly dropped the water. He snickered. You admired his perfect hair, as it was swept to the side carefully. His intricately chiseled abs, yelling at you to feel them. His perfect, plush lips telling you to kiss him. You set your water down quickly on your night stand before straddling on top of him. %u201CWhoa. Well hello there Y/N,%u201D he winked. You didn%u2019t want to talk. You kissed his lips, smashing against them with your tongue. He let you in, surprised at your domination. You wanted to dominate this round. Make him love you. You slipped down one strap of your tank top, letting it hang loosely over your shoulder. You danced around with it, as his eyes traced your every move. He looked as if it was taking all his might not to pounce right on top of you. You did the same to the other side, letting it hang slightly on your shoulder. %u201CTease,%u201D you heard him mumble under his breath. You felt him harden slightly underneath you as you let the shirt fall to your waist. You were wearing your black laced Victoria Secret bra. You heard him grunt. %u201CAre you sure you want to do this?%u201D he asked stopping you. %u201CHell yeah,%u201D you said before kissing him again. You let go of his lips and made your way down to his neck. You left love bites and nibbles everywhere. Scathing his chest with your teeth you made your way down to his precious abs. Giving each one a delicate kiss, you stopped right before his boxer line. %u201CY/NNNNN,%u201D he moaned out making you giggle. You got up and got rid of your shirt, along with your yoga shorts. You had on the matching thong, just for this occasion. %u201CDamn girl,%u201D he said grabbing your arms and pulling you back onto the bed. He kissed you hard again, before doing to your neck what you did to his. You moaned quietly every time he left a mark. He worked slowly towards your chest, fiddling with the wire strap in the back he released the bra letting it drop silently to the bed. He gasped. %u201CY/N,%u201D he whispered. You shut your eyes as you remembered what Hunter had done to you that day. How he had left his mark on you. How he had made you suffer. You covered up quickly with your hands, trying to cover up the deep marks he had left on you. You fell back onto the bed with tears brimming on your eyes. %u201CI-I-%u201C you didn%u2019t know what to say. You didn%u2019t know how to face him after you had just ruined probably the best moment of your life. %u201CY/N. Is it from him?%u201D he asked breaking the nude silence. You nodded, letting a tear drop for your eye. You let his thin, tan finger brush the tear away. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said turning his head to you. You shook your head violently, knowing that you weren%u2019t. Knowing that he didn%u2019t want to touch you, after what he just saw. %u201CYou probably want nothing to do with me now right?%u201D you asked putting your hand to your head. Without a sound, he rolled over helping you up. You leaned against the back of his bed as he massaged your boobs lightly. Being extra careful around your two scars he kneaded them like dough as he made you moan out in pleasure. Your back arched forward, as you gripped onto the backboard. He let his tongue linger slowly over your nipple, as he swirled and played with it back and forth. It instantly hardened at the feel of his mouth as your toes curled forward. After doing the same to both sides he moved his way down your torso, leaving benign kisses. He took your thong in his teeth, removing it with a growl. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said as he rubbed a gentle thumb over your dripping core. You tilted your head back as he pleasured you. %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful,%u201D he said again as he stripped of his last piece of clothing, %u201CYou%u2019re beautiful.%u201D You heard his words, and you wanted to believe it. But you knew that you weren%u2019t. That you weren%u2019t beautiful, and that he was just saying because he was expected to. %u201DTonight. I%u2019m going to make you forget,%u201D he said before plunging himself into you. 
                             
                     You giggled at the sound of his morning voice. %u201CGood morning love,%u201D he said low and raspy. %u201CGood morning Harry,%u201D you replied smiling. Memories of last night filled your brain. For once, you have at least a few memories that don%u2019t 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. %u201CI love you,%u201D he said aloud at almost perfect timing. %u201CDo you really mean that?%u201D you asked almost crying tears of joy. %u201COf course I do. I love you with all my heart Y/N. And I will do everything I possibly can to make sure you%u2019re always happy and safe,%u201D he said as you hovered on top of him. %u201CI love you too Harry Styles,%u201D you whispered resting your chin on his chest. %u201COkay 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?%u201D he suggested. %u201C10 minutes?!%u201D you exclaimed propping up, %u201COh but other than that. It sounds perfect.%u201D You leaned down to peck his lips gently before rushing to get ready.         
             %u201CRight here right here! Stop!%u201D you ordered to Harry as he came to a screeching halt outside your house. %u201CDo you want me to wait for you here?%u201D he asked turning to you. %u201CNo it%u2019s fine. You go on ahead. I have you 6th period. So I%u2019ll see you then,%u201D you smiled kissing his lips, %u201CThank you!%u201D He pulled you back in for one more kiss. His lips worked perfectly with yours, molding themselves against each other. %u201CNow you can go,%u201D he whispered. You laughed and shut the door, blowing him a kiss.
                      %u201CJenn!%u201D you called to your bestfriend down the hall. She lifted her head from her locker, giving you a wave. %u201CHey!%u201D she smiled her teethy grin as you approached her, %u201CHow are you? We haven%u2019t talked in so long omg!%u201D %u201CI know right! I%u2019ve just been um really busy. How have you been?%u201D you asked. %u201CI%u2019m doing good. But dude what happened with you and Hunter. Like all of a sudden he%u2019s been looking really white, and like on edge. It%u2019s kinda creepy. He also looks like he%u2019s been crying a lot. I heard that yesterday he was found behind the bleachers crying to himself. What happened?!%u201D she asked lowering her voice. %u201CIt%u2019s complicated. I%u2019ll explain it all later I promise. But just know that we%u2019re long over with,%u201D you said in the same hushed tone, %u201CI gotta get to class. We%u2019ll catch up later kay?%u201D 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 6th period, you kept telling yourself as you walked down the busy hallways to room 554. %u201CGood morning class. Please take your seats,%u201D 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%u2019t concentrate. Something felt weird today. You decided that next period you were gonna go to Harry%u2019s 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%u2019s ear before scurrying off. The teacher laid his eyes on you and spoke, %u201CY/N. Mrs. Burnett would like to see you. Now.%u201D You pointed at yourself questioning him. %u201CYes you. Go,%u201D he said pointing to the door. You didn%u2019t 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%u2019s office. You thanked god that you were passing Harry%u2019s room. You glanced in, but he wasn%u2019t there. Instead there was a tall, old, gray-haired lady there in his place. And that%u2019s when you knew exactly what this was about.            %u201CRight in here Ms. Y/L/N,%u201D 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%u2019s 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%u2019t Harry. He wasn%u2019t 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. %u201CAhh. Ms. Y/L/N. Just the girl I wanted to see,%u201D 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%u2019s handwriting it was. Harry%u2019s. 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%u2019t 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%u2019s 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%u2019t know why it affected you the way it did. You should%u2019ve 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%u2019t, because it was the last remains you had of him: 
          Y/N,
          
          By the time you read this I will already be gone. Don%u2019t try to look for me, don%u2019t try to call me, don%u2019t 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%u2019m doing what%u2019s 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%u2019re beautiful,
          
          Mr. Styles
          
          %u201CIsn%u2019t she lovely? Isn%u2019t she wonderful? Isn%u2019t she precious%u2026%u201D You slammed a hand down, making the song come to an early end. Everything reminded you of him. Harry. You fumbled with your phone, hastily dialing his digits for the fourth time since getting in the car. And that doesn%u2019t even include the 27 times you called him as you ran from the school to your car. You didn%u2019t know where you were going, but you couldn%u2019t stay in that hell-hole called school any longer. Not under these circumstances. You knew you shouldn%u2019t be driving with tears like these. But you took a left on Elm and a right on 5th Avenue anyways. You were going to Harry%u2019s flat.
          
          You stood outside his flat%u2019s door reading the letter silently over and over again to yourself. The paper was ripped, and stained with tears as you tried process it. You pretended to be a detective, looking for hidden clues, secret messages. Anything to tell you where he had gone. You stared at the door, hoping and praying that he was on the side. That somehow you would be able to catch him before he leaves for who knows where. You bent down, lifting up his welcome mat, and retrieving that same tiny, golden key he had used that very precious day. You stuck it in the door harshly, anticipating. You turned the knob to see your fate. He wasn%u2019t there. Of course he wasn%u2019t there. Why would he? An overwhelming wave of his familiar scent washed over you. You fell to the ground, weak at the knees. Unable to realize that he was really gone. You stayed like that for a few moments, wishing that his strong, firm arms would come and hold you. He told you that he would never let anything hurt you, and then he would always make you happy. Well fuck. You weren%u2019t happy right now. Far from it. You were heartbroken. You gained the needed strength to pick yourself up and walk into his bedroom. You looked at his bed. Where you would lie endlessly with him, just talking about everything. That%u2019s where you two even did it%u2026you brushed the thought away. You couldn%u2019t think about that. You couldn%u2019t. You looked on the stand, to see your glass of water still perched, standing tall untouched since you had never gotten around to drinking it that night. You looked to the other side of the bedside table to see the clock, that you would check at night to see if it was 10:06 yet. You looked to the bathroom, where he let you wash up that first day. You walked back out to his living room, where you looked at each one of his framed works. Touching each one with a quivering fingertip. You trailed down to the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend. Remembering how you over-reacted over it, but he assured you that they were over. Like you two were now. You didn%u2019t want to be just an ex-girlfriend of his. You wanted to be the one. You looked back to the kitchen where you would keep your backpack everyday, and walked over to it. It was then that you noticed something on the kitchen table. It was another white envelope. The same one that Mrs. Burnett had given you. Your name was scrawled on it exactly as before, but this one was a bit thicker. You grabbed for it, ripping it off with your fingers to reveal two things. A passport. And a one-way ticket to Florida.
          
          *Harry%u2019s POV*
          
                      She%u2019s gonna be here any minute, I thought tapping my foot. My eyes watched the flight board as the words constantly flickered on and off. My eyes stayed glued to that one row. It was her flight. Or the flight that she was supposed to be coming on. I was going out on a limb with this one, leaving a plane ticket in my flat. What if she never found it? What if someone found it first? I shook the thoughts of my head. I know Y/N%u2019s smart. She would probably go back to my flat first thing, to see if I was there, right? Or maybe what if she just gave up? What if she agreed with my letter and thought it was best to do what I did? I didn%u2019t have much of a choice. Mrs. Burnett had threated to get me arrested, if I didn%u2019t leave the country immediately. She made it very clear that I had to go far far away, and fast. I hadn%u2019t been allowed to go anywhere but my flat. My eyes watched suddenly as the flight status turned to: LANDED. I sprung up from my seat, rubbing my bum. I had gotten here 3 hours early, to make 100% sure I didn%u2019t miss her. I ran through the airport, searching for Gate 89. People were already starting to come out of the gate. Damnit. What if I missed her?! I stood, tip-toeing over tall heads and hats looking for one thing. Y/N. I miss her so much. It%u2019s only been 5 days, but I%u2019ve never felt so distant. The trail of people slowly starting to water out, as only a few people would come out at a time now. And then the unexpected happened. The inevitable in our book of fate happened. The last person to emerge from the gate, holding only a pink suitcase was the girl I%u2019ve been waiting. The girl I%u2019ve been waiting to see. Y/N. I ran over to her, not caring about how crazy I looked. Her suitcase dropped to the ground as she noticed me. I wrapped my arms around her, as I felt her do the same. I hugged her so tightly, she probably couldn%u2019t even breath. %u201CHarry!%u201D she yelled watery eyed pulling away. %u201CY/N,%u201D I whispered kissing her lips. Her moist, pink lips that haven%u2019t been kissed for days. She kissed back with just as much passion, obviously happy to see me. I pulled away slowly after minutes on end, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were these mystical things. They were so full of life, hope, passion. They were a light sea blue, that had sparkles of green where the sun hits them. They would make me melt every time they looked at me, every time they met mine%u2026These were the very eyes, that I fell in love with the very first time I met her