#teacher!harry
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Unholy*
Summary: You follow a course through your job and the teacher who's giving the course is everything you've ever dreamed of.
Pairing: teacher!harry x reader
Word count: 6.2K
Warnings: Pussy eating, protective sex, squirting, p in v.
A/N: This is partially based on a true story. Nearly everything but the smut is what actually happened and I just had to write it.
Ever since starting your new job, you must attend an internal program at headquarters for three-ish months, completely designed to train you for all the ins and outs of your position. It’s not like you have to go there every single week. But you have a perfect little schedule; you go to headquarters two weeks in a row, two days a week followed by a week where you practice all you’ve learned. Then two weeks of your training, two days a week and you repeat it over and over again for 11 weeks total.
Since headquarters is an hour and fifteen-minute drive from your home, they offer you to stay the night at a hotel near them so you don’t have to keep on driving back and forth. They also pay for your dinner in the restaurant of the hotel and since you’re not the only student taking the course who lives relatively far away, you made some friends and all eat together. After dinner, you all hang out, down a few more glasses of chardonnay, and have a great night.
The course itself is presented by two men, Chris and Harry. Chris is a couple of years older than you are and Harry is roughly the same age. Both of them are a treat to look at so whether you like the course or not, there’s always something interesting to occupy your brain with. Although if you’re truly honest, you do have a favorite and it gets worse when the end of the three months is in sight.
***
It’s the second to last week of your program. Normally you travel by train, read a book while you’re at it, and enjoy the peaceful start of your day. But today was different, you’re a bit in a hurry and decide to take your car and make the long ride yourself. Putting up some music and singing along at the top of your lungs.
Traffic isn’t as bad as you expected and instead of being stuck in your car for over two hours, it only took one and half hours. Normally the route is packed with traffic, causing a lot of slow-riding cars and traffic jams. But again, today was different.
Being 55 minutes early before the start of your training, you’re left with some more time to yourself. The book you normally would read on the train is in your bag anyway. So you grab a cup of coffee, pull the book out of your bag, and start reading to somehow still get a bit of the quiet morning you’re used to.
You just finished reading your chapter when the door of the room swings open. You look up and your eyes meet the pretty green eyes you’ve grown to adore. You never imagined you’d still crush as hard at 26 as you did at 16. It’s like the teen inside you is awakened by Harry’s chocolate curls, green eyes, and puffy lips.
“Good morning!” You greet him.
“Good morning. You’re early!” He chirps with a warm smile on his face. He always seems cheerful, just happy to be here. It makes you feel so welcome in this company. “How long have you been here for?” He adds.
“Not more than 15 minutes I think, honestly didn’t really track time.” You answer.
“Did the elevator work when you got here? I just had to climb the stairs.” He continues, there’s not even a shortness of breath even though he just climbed all 17 flights of stairs to reach the level on which the company is located.
“You’re kidding! How are you still breathing?” You joke, but you’re actually not kidding. If you had to walk all those stairs, you’d be out of breath by the time you reach the 5th floor. Harry however just laughs at your statement before he puts down his backpack behind his desk.
He made up this little routine of settling down for the day. First, he places down his backpack and takes out his laptop. Then he opens his laptop to boot it before he pulls his sweater over his head. This man doesn’t like to wear coats, he just puts a sweater on top of his outfit and uses that to keep himself warm.
You thought you sort of removed him from your mind after not seeing him for a couple of weeks. Harry went on a well-deserved vacation and Chris took over during that time. So the last time you actually saw Harry was 5 weeks ago. But the second he pulled that sweater of his over his head, pulling his shirt a tiny bit upwards in the process had you melting right in front of him. The waistband of his boxers peeks out from his pants. You immediately recognize the brand he’s wearing by the colorful print on them. And let’s not even get started about his delicious happy trail. It’s a good thing his view is blocked by the fabric of his sweater because you for sure are struggling to keep your eyes to yourself.
“So, would you like some coffee?” He suggests as he folds his sweater over the back of his chair. You’re quick to agree on his offer. “Cappuccino right?”
“Yes, please! I’m surprised you remember how I like my coffee.” You giggle, feeling a blush creep upon your cheeks.
***
Throughout the entire day, you can’t help but notice how Harry’s eyes meet yours a lot more often than he does with your classmates. Whenever you look at him, his eyes are already on yours. He compliments you when you’re working on assignments and you just feel like there’s a mutual connection there.
His distance to headquarters is even bigger than yours, so they offered him a similar deal as they did you. If he has to work multiple days in a row, he can stay the night in between in the same hotel as you all do. He gladly took upon the offer, for him it’s at least a two-hour ride home and that’s if he doesn’t include traffic. And since he works 5 days a week, it’ll save him a lot of time.
During the lunch break, you and your friends are making plans for the evening. Many of your nights in the hotel are spent drinking some wine and just catching up with each other. And today’s plans are like no other. Harry can’t help but overhear you guys talking about the hotel and starts bragging about the room they gave him.
“I slept in room 405 last week. Apparently, all rooms on the fourth floor are deluxe rooms with a bathtub, double bed instead of a twin bed, and a filled mini fridge.” He joins your conversation, immediately planting the idea of asking for room 405 when you check into the hotel later today.
“I never had a bathtub during any of my stays. But all six times I slept in that hotel, I never slept on the fourth floor.” You reply.
“Don’t worry, you’re not missing out. The tubs are too small anyways.” He reassures.
“Your legs are just too long to properly fit into any tub.” You pointed out.
***
All of you enjoy your dinner together. Harry is always left at work for a bit longer after you’re done with the class so he can prepare for the next day or finish up some other leftover work. And to the question of whether he will join you all at the dining table, his answer is always the same. “If I make it in time, I’ll happily join.”
And today was one of the days he made it in time. He sits next to you in the only chair that’s unoccupied. Your friend shoots a glance at you, and that’s when you realize she made sure you sat next to the empty spot.
All of you welcome him to the table before starting small talk.
“Oh, by the way, Harry, I meant to thank you for your advice.” You start causing a confused look on the man’s face.
“My advice?” He asks. “What did I tell you?”
“When I was checking in I asked for room 405 and now I ended up in a deluxe room just like you told us about earlier today.” You giggle.
“Hold on, what room are you in??” He asks, clearly even more confused than he was at the beginning of this conversation.
“407.”
“Ah, right! You got me confused for a second as I am booked in room 405 again.” He explains. “So, we’re practically neighbors!”
Your brain spins a bit at how coincidentally it is of you asking for the exact room Harry is in. And on top of that, you are indeed practically neighbors. Suddenly you feel glad that you aren’t actual neighbors for the night, cause the rooms are very noisy and there’s a dividing door between every other room, allowing them to connect two rooms if needed. You’re not sure what your nighttime activities will turn into, once you’re left alone in your hotel room with just your unholy thoughts of the man next to you.
Your food gets served, you and Harry both choose a different dish. He chose the tilapia filet and you went for a steak. Both are served with some veggies and fries.
“That steak looks good.” He says as he puts a bit of fish into his mouth.
“Would you like to try some?” You ask him to which he agrees. His fork is all covered in the sauce that comes with the fish. So, you cut off a piece of steak and hold your fork out for him to take it. He hums softly as the taste of the steak hits his tastebuds, sending vibrations through your fork.
Harry insists on you trying some of his fish too. So he cuts a piece of, similar as to how you did it and holds his fork out for you to try it.
You’re not much of a fish eater but you can see how people like this particular dish. It’s good as far as how good fish get.
***
After hanging out with your friends on the terras, drinking some wine. All of you decide to call it a night. It’s nearly 11 p.m., and all of you need to be up bright and early the next day for your course.
You hop into the elevator together, all of you pressing different buttons for different floors. Soon enough you’re the last one standing as you’re the only one whose hotel room is located on the top floor, and Harry’s of course.
Your pace slows down when you reach room 405. A deep voice is heard on the other side of the door. This confirms your suspicions, Harry is still up. It seems like he is currently on the phone with someone as a one-sided conversation is heard from his room. You decide not to snoop around, for all you know he’ll walk out the door any second and see you lingering around his door. That’d be weird.
Once you reach your door, you open it with the card and enter the room. You were smart enough to turn on the air conditioning before heading down for dinner so the room was cooled perfectly.
You let yourself fall backward on your bed with a deep sigh. This massive crush on what essentially is your teacher was unexpected. And now you’re full of nerves, jitter, and a lot of unholy thoughts to think about.
You open up your book and try to set your mind in another direction. You have to face the man you’re thinking about tomorrow and above all you need to be able to concentrate.
After 45 minutes of reading your mind is still on the one topic it was before. So the plan to distract yourself failed miserably. The only other option you can consider is taking a cold shower, cause there’s no way in hell you can masturbate to the thought of him and look him in the eye tomorrow.
You hop into the shower. You start at your regular temperature and decrease the temperature with small steps to end with a cold shower. Your hands travel over your body and you notice how sensitive your skin is. You take some soap and spread it all over your skin. Once your hands reach your breasts you give some extra attention to your achy nipples, pinching them between your fingers. You moan softly, god that feels good.
You realize what you’re doing and stop immediately, turning the water ever colder causing you to nearly squeal at the temperature. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body.
As soon as you’re all dried up, you crawl back into your bed and grab your phone to scroll mindlessly through TikTok. First, you clear your notifications but you notice one particular Instagram notification that catches your eye.
harrystyles liked your story 8m ago
It’s fucking past midnight, what is this man liking your Instagram story for?? As if you weren’t thinking about him enough already.
You decide to get out of bed and go outside for a little midnight stroll. The cool and fresh air will do you good. You take your AirPods out of your bag so you can listen to some music while you're at it.
You’ve been walking for about 25 minutes when you step back into the elevator and press the button to the fourth floor. Harry has finally disappeared from your mind, I mean, he’s still there but just less present. You are tired and just need your sleep.
Room 407 is two-thirds down the hall, luckily the floor is covered with carpet so your feet don’t make as much sound. You don’t want to wake anyone up at this ungodly hour. Nerves kick back in the closer you get to room 405. What if he’s still awake, or what if you woke him up when your door fell closed on your way out?
The sound of a door opening is heard and you’re too afraid to take your eyes off the floor. It takes every bit of strength in you to lift your head up, but when you finally do, your eyes are met with the ones you’ve been thinking about all night. He’s changed out of his dress pants and blouse and into a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants.
“Oh, hi.” You mumble. Fuck, you think. You did wake him up on your way out. And now he’s here to complain about it.
“Hi.” He replies in a whisper. Harry heard you walk through the hallway, at least he was hoping it was you. But now that he’s standing eye to eye with you, he suddenly becomes nervous and doesn’t know what to say.
“I hope I didn’t wake you up when I left my room.” You apologize.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been struggling to fall asleep anyway.”
“Yeah, me too. I’m gonna go give it another try though.” You point to your door, gesturing for you to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait!” Harry whisper-yells. “I- uhm. Do yo- uh.” He stumbles over his words. You turn your body back to him, looking at him with your big eyes.
“Do you wanna come with me to my room?” He finally asks and he holds out his hand for you to grab. You’re taken by surprise but after looking at him for a bit too long you grab his hand with a little nod and let him lead the way.
He closes his fingers around yours and takes a couple of steps back to his room, opening the door with his room key. He steps inside the room, holds the door open, and pulls you in by your hand. The door is slammed closed right after you’re through the opening and Harry's strong arms push you against the door.
“Hi.” He says giddy when looking at your lips, earning a smile from you.
“Oh fuck, just kiss me already.” You demand, and he is eager to please.
His lips crash onto yours and his tongue slips inside your mouth. He’s gentle but demanding, it’s nothing like you ever thought it would be. This kiss makes you realize what people mean by melting when they’re being kissed. It’s like every inch of your body becomes one with his.
Your fingers graze his hair, pulling him closer as his hands find their place on your hips. He pushes his body flush against yours, earning a moan from your lips. The fingers of his right hand sneak under the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin.
He pulls away after what feels like minutes of making out, panting slightly. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt and he looks down.
“Can I?” He asks to which you agree. Your shirt is pulled over your head in a swift motion, revealing your peach-coloured bra. Suddenly you feel glad you decided to put on a bra when you went for a walk because you nearly decided to not wear one.
“Fuck.” He moans at the sight of you. His hand comes up to cup your left breast through the padding of your bra. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your neck, up to your ear. You gain confidence from his words and let your hands travel over his chest, down his sides all the way to the hem of his own shirt. You look him in the eyes for permission.
“Do it.” He whispers in your ear while he keeps on kissing every inch of your ear, neck, and jawline. You pull the shirt over his head revealing his perfect abs. You can’t help but put one hand flat on his stomach to feel his muscles and moan softly. Your eyes meet his and he has a beautiful smile plastered across his lips.
His lips are back on yours and his fingers hook in the waistband of your jeans. He’s greedy to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible. He opens the button. His left hand grabs your face and he kisses you passionately on your lips as he puts his right hand in the back of your jeans to squeeze your bum.
“Hmm, you feel so good.” He squeezes your flesh one more time before he pushes the fabric over your ass. You step out of your jeans and push him further into the room. Your lips reconnect.
Harry leads you to the chair in the corner of the room and pushes you down in the chair. Your eyes fall down his body and stay glued to the tent starting to form in his sweatpants. His fingers wrap underneath your chin to pull your face up.
“Eyes up here, baby.” He says. He spreads your legs to stand in between them and strokes his hand over your inner thighs, to your stomach, and up to your lips. He puts his thumb against your lips with his fingers resting on your cheek. You open your lips and softly suck on his thumb getting it slightly moist.
He takes his finger back out of your mouth and his hands explore down to your chest. Both hands grab one boob each and massage your skin through your bra. He makes sure to flick his thumbs over your hardening nipples every now and then.
You sink further down into the chair, practically laying on your back with your bum on the edge of the seat. Your feet are tucked around his waist and your legs are spread open to reveal your clothed crotch. Harry is standing right in front of the chair, causing his crotch to gaze over your most sensitive spot when he moves close enough.
You moan at the pressure he’s applying to your chest. His big hands fit perfectly around your tits and it’s all you’ve been thinking about. Well, not all, but you get the point.
He pulls down the cups of your bra, to expose your breasts. Your nipples are hard and needy. His lips attach to your right nipple to suck on them before he lets go and gently strokes his fingers down your stomach, back towards your inner thighs. The soft touch of his fingertips tickles, sending a buzzing feeling straight to your clit.
He kneels in front of the chair you’re sitting on and wraps his hands around your waist. He places a couple of kisses on your thighs, right next to your core. But never touching where you need it most. He’s making you all needy, drawing moan after moan.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Harry asks. But the view in front of him already gives him the answer he is looking for. You’re dripping through your panties, completely ruining them and every touch is rewarded with another moan coming from your lips.
“Mhm, fuck yes.” You half moan.
Harry finally places a kiss on the wet spot forming on your panties. You immediately put your hand in his hair. After a few more open-mouthed kisses on top of the fabric, he finally pulls them to the side. He lets out a low moan at the sight and smell in front of him.
He attaches his lips to your core, leaving another open-mouthed kiss on your labia before he sucks the juices into his mouth. Another loud moan escapes his lips, you’re sure anyone who’d walk by would be able to hear the both of you.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Harry moans. He pushes your panties further to the side and you help him hold them there, giving him full access to taste every single inch of you. He licks up from your bottom all the way to your clit and you can’t help but whine. He continues to gently lick around your clitoris, making sure not to apply too much pressure at once. It feels like pure ecstasy.
His hands stroke the insides of your thighs again while they travel to your core. With two hands, he spreads you open to allow him to stick his tongue inside of you. He pushes in and out of you a few times before his tongue travels back to your clit. Licking and sucking softly, building up the pressure. He for sure is taking his time with you. His eyes are locked on yours to gauge what you like and don’t like. But so far you seem to have entered another world. With your left hand locked in his hair and your head thrown back.
Harry starts to put more pressure on your clit with his tongue making you all squirmish. Your soft moans go up in loudness. His lips leave your clit but his finger is quick to stroke circles around it before he inserts his finger into your pussy hitting you right on that spongy part. His finger pushes in and out of you and his tongue gently swipes from left to right.
He applies even more pressure to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud every now and then. His one finger inside of you pumps in and out, building up a faster pace. More juices start to spill from your pussy so he licks from down all the way up to your clit again to collect your wetness and slurp it all up. It’s a sign you’re coming close to your orgasm. Your legs start shaking around his shoulders and he continues his work, going faster and sucking harder.
Soon you can’t contain your moans and your orgasm hits you harder than it has ever done before. Harry’s fingers don’t seem to slow down though, and his tongue is still attached to your sensitive clit. Your moans turn into high-pitched whines mixed with curse words falling from your lips.
“Fucking hell, please” You moan, trying to push his face away from your cunt. His finger falls from your pussy and he softly caresses your mount with a flat hand, his lips are still attached to your clit but he stopped sucking as he moans loudly. The vibrations of the sounds he’s making shoot right through your body. He completely removes his face from you and wipes the wetness from his chin.
“God, I wanna do that again. You sound so fucking pretty.” He tells you before he connects his lips to yours. The tangy taste of yourself is all you can focus on, making you feel dizzy.
Harry looks you up and down. He gets up off his knees so he can finally drop his sweats to the floor. The erection in his loose-fit boxers makes you curious, but it gives you a good idea of how big he is.
He holds out his hand for you to help you get up from the chair. His arms wrap around your body once you’re on your feet and he kisses you deeply. His hands take hold underneath your bum.
“Jump.” He commands and you listen without a second thought. You wrap your arms around his middle and his erection softly presses into your core. You moan and nestle your face into his neck. Your hips try to grind down on him, although you’re not as successful as you’d hoped. Harry walks to the end of the bed to place you down.
“Let’s get you out of these.” You say as you put your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull them down so he can step out of them. He pushes you on your shoulders, tipping you over so you’re lying on your back and his hands hold your knees to spread them open again. With one hand he pumps his cock a few times and with the other, he pushes your panties back to the side before he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds.
“Shit, a condom.” He curses. “I don’t know if I have one.” He says honestly. It’s not like he thought he was getting laid during his work trip so he didn’t pack any. He rushes to his wallet in hopes of finding one in there. He opens the coin section and is happy to be greeted by a silver foil. He takes it out before he returns to you and puts on the protection.
He goes back to what he started. He rubs the tip of his now rubber-covered cock over your clit, stimulating the sensitive nub. You immediately are a moany-mess again before he slides his tip down and inters your cunt. He pushes in and out, going deeper with every thrust. His thrusts are gentle as he knows you’re close to being overstimulated.
His hands hold your thighs down before he starts moving back and forth at a faster pace. He bends down to attack your right nipple with his mouth. He sucks sharply and licks over the hard bump.
The bed starts squeaking loudly when he holds you down around your hips to be able to fuck up into you faster. His skin slaps against yours making the most erotic sounds audible in the hallway and possibly in the neighboring rooms.
Harry wraps his hand around your neck, not really applying pressure but just holding you in place as he trusts into you slower but with more power. Smacking his pelvis against your clit with every trust. Your panties slipped back down covering half your labia again.
“Let’s get these out of the way.” You laugh. Harry pulls out so you’re able to remove your underwear but he’s back inside of you as soon as possible. He’s bucking up, trying to hit your G-spot every time he pushes in. And he knows he’s doing a good job as your moans went up a pitch again.
He grabs your hips and keeps fucking you hitting your G-spot hard every, single, time. The trusts change from hard and deep to soft and fast. Giving you a whole other sensation. He keeps switching between the two different paces until he finds you squirming underneath him again. He bucks his hips hard and deep into you and after a few more trusts you reach your second orgasm, screaming and squirting all over him.
You were about to apologize but Harry has already attached his lips to your cunt to lick up all the leftover juices. He’s moaning loudly as he’s trying to clean you up. Your own moans become quieter and turn into soft hums as you nestle your hand into his hair, grabbing him tightly.
He starts assaulting your clit like he used to when you were sitting in the chair. His tongue is doing wonders on your overstimulated clit and it only takes a couple of strokes of his wet muscle to get you to reach your height again. This time however it feels shorter and less intensive, but still your moans picked up again. It’s like music to Harry’s ears.
“Fuck, Y/N, you are so fucking perfect.” He moans, kissing you sloppily. His hips meet yours and both of you hum to the feeling. Harry takes a hold of his cock and guides it back inside of you. His hips grind over yours, giving you way too much stimulation but god does it feel good.
He places his left foot on the bed next to your bum and starts pounding into you. He puts one of his hands on top of your mouth as you can’t contain any of the sounds you’re making. Harry knows it’s already too late when it comes to waking up the neighbors but he doesn’t wanna keep bothering them all night.
Never have you been fucked this hard, fast, and deep all at the same time. It’s starting to feel overwhelming and you can’t stop whining at how good you feel. Harry keeps miraculously pounding into you as he starts to moan loudly himself as well.
His moans send shivers down your spine, he sounds otherworldly. The deeper his moans get, the sloppier his trusts become. He spills all of his cum inside of the condom before his moans quiet down and he pulls out. He’s panting loudly and he gently swats the back of your thigh twice. He rubs his cock up and down your pussy one more time before he kneels down again and licks your pussy clean.
“Stay where you are.” He says and places a quick kiss on your lips. He walks to the bathroom to toss the condom and grab a damp towel to properly clean you up. He dabs the lukewarm towel to your overstimulated core and softly strokes the fabric down once or twice. He puts the towel down on the floor where all of your juices squirted in an attempt to minimize the mess.
“There, now let’s get comfy.” He says and gets into bed. “Do you want a shirt?” He asks to which you nod. He gets up to grab his white tee from before and hands it to you. It smells deliciously like his skin in the best way possible. You put it on and it reaches up to your upper thigh.
Harry lays back down in bed and you crawl next to him. He naturally opens his arms for you to cuddle up to him.
“I‘ve never been fucked that good.” You chuckle as you take a deep breath. The room smells and looks like sex but neither of you seems to care.
“Hmm, you felt so good.” Harry’s ego boosts at your comment. And if he’s honest, he’s never been with someone he enjoyed so much and he simply can’t wait to do it again. “I hope you’re going to stay the rest of the night, right?” He asks.
“I didn’t plan on getting up, I’m way too comfortable here.” You reply to which Harry only pulls you in closer. He places a soft kiss on your forehead with a soft hum.
“Goodnight, baby.” He whispers to which you answer a simple goodnight.
***
You wake up the next morning with Harry’s body wrapped around yours. The sound of your alarm was ringing from the nightstand. It’s a good thing you charged your phone last night when you were trying to sleep otherwise it would’ve been out of power and therefore not been awakened.
“What time is it?” Harry asks, his voice low and sexy as he’d just woken up.
“7:30.” You answer, to which he shoots up.
“Shit, I forgot to set my alarm. I need to be at work in an hour.” He sighs, but actually, he doesn’t really care. He has the most beautiful girl lying in his bed, breakfast can wait for once and he can also head to work half an hour later, he already prepared everything for today anyway.
He lays back down and rolls on his side to face you.
“Hi.” He says.
“Hi.” You reply, and both of you laugh softly.
“So, I hope you have no regrets from last night. I didn’t mean to push you into anything you didn’t want.” Harry says, to which you take his face between your hands to pull him closer. You connect your lips to his.
“Not one single bit.” You reply before Harry deepens the kiss. His cock is already hard, as most men wake up with an erect member. But the beautiful girl in his T-shirt next to him is making him lose his mind.
His hands travel down her side and cup her pussy. One finger gently slides between her already damp lips and rubs circles around her clit.
“Har, we don’t have time for this.” You whine and he knows you're right. He sighs before he takes his fingers back from your pussy and licks the tip of his finger clean.
“I’m sorry. You’re just irresistible.” He flirts.
“It’s gonna be a long day then.” You joke, neither of you had thought about having to go through today and act like nothing has happened.
“We’ll see about that.” He argues as if he doesn’t think there’s going to be a lot of tension. “Let’s just get ready for breakfast.” He says and gets out of bed to get dressed.
You sit up and think for a bit. All your stuff is two rooms down the hall and you don’t feel like getting into your nasty clothes from the day before, especially those panties which are ruined.
“Can I borrow your sweatpants for a bit?” You ask Harry. “I need to go to my room to get ready.” You explain. He grabs his sweats off the floor and hands them to you. You’re now wearing the complete outfit Harry was wearing when he pulled you into his room.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You say before kissing him once again and head out to your own room.
You took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat of the night before, brushed your teeth, and got dressed in a fresh set of clothing.
When you’re all set and ready, you grab your room key and exit your room. You walk the short distance down the hallway to Harry’s room and raise your hand to knock on his door but he already has it opened before your hand can hit the wood.
“Let’s go get some fuel.” He says and grabs you by your hand. He leads you all the way to the elevator. He pressed the button to the ground floor where the breakfast buffet was.
The elevator stops at the second floor. You quickly pull your hand back as you know there are classmates sleeping on that same floor. And since Harry and you haven’t discussed anything about how to move forward, you’d rather not get the confrontation in the middle of an elevator. However, luckily it wasn’t someone either of you knew.
Once the both of you enter the restaurant, Harry a few steps ahead of you, you notice all your classmates who also slept in the same hotel already sitting at your designated table.
“Wow Harry, we thought you had already left. You’ve never been this late before.” One of them recalls.
“Yeah, you’re always the first to eat and the first to leave.” Someone else joins in.
You don’t know where to look or what to say. It feels like getting caught as you are well aware of the reason why Harry hasn’t eaten yet. Both of you decide to go fill up a plate with a delicious breakfast and just try to ignore the comments.
“I feel like we’re already getting caught.” You tell him as you stand next to him putting some eggs on your plate.
“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, there’s no way for them to know.” He reassures.
You sit back at the table before Harry does. He’s in line for the coffee machine.
Your friend looks at you. “Spill. The. Tea.” She mouths so no one can hear, but you can see. You giggle to yourself and shake your head no. But she just knows something is up.
Harry walks back to the table with two cups of coffee. He puts the black coffee in front of himself and the cappuccino next to your plate.
“Thank you, ba-“ You quickly stopped saying what you wanted to say, hoping no one had noticed. You look around the table but there are no suspicious looks. Harry places his hand on your knee and squeezes softly.
“You’re welcome.” He says.
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This is the teacher that kids either love or hate, there’s no in between. Mr. Styles has his quirks, and according to your niece, you either get him or you don’t. The annoying thing is, Mr. Styles teaches all of the science electives like astronomy, astrophysics, forensic science, marine science, zoology, and meteorology. These aren’t required courses, but they’re only a semester long. After completing biology, students can either take a full year of chemistry and a full year of physics, or they can do a full year of chemistry or physics, and two science electives. Or they can do four science electives.
Mr. Styles also is the only AP Chemistry and AP Physics teacher. There’s really no avoiding him. Some students accept this, and others continue to live in denial.
Many students know their strengths and passions. They were made to be scientists. Your niece, who loves science, is taking as many courses as possible to help herself out for college later on. She’s in AP Chemistry with Mr. Styles, as well as forensic science. Your niece loved Mr. Styles until he gave her an F for missing an exam. She had been out sick. She had a note from her doctor and everything! Your niece blubbered to you about it.
You know Mr. Styles. You work at the same school as Mr. Styles. You’re the music teacher. You typically avoid Mr. Styles. You’re in a completely different area of the school. Many students complain about him, but just as many praise him. But this time it’s personal. He made your niece cry, at school! You told her she could stay in your office for a bit to calm down. You were marching your way to Mr. Styles’ classroom. You didn’t care if he was teaching. You were going to barge in.
When you get to his door, you see him sitting at his desk through the little window. It’s a prep period. When you giggle the handle of the door, it doesn’t turn. So, you pound on the door with your fist while Mr. Styles takes his sweet time coming to open it.
“Miss-“
“Don’t even address me right now, I’m too mad.”
“I don’t think I know you well enough for you to be venting to me about something.” He says as he closes the door. “But I guess I can listen since I have time.”
“I’m here because you’re being an asshole to my niece. She missed school because she was sick and you wouldn’t let her makeup a test. That’s against school policy.”
“Not with AP courses.” He crosses his arms over his chest. You can’t help but feel frazzled at his attire. The dichotomy of him wearing a Disney shirt about love while he’s scowling is is almost comical. “If a student is sick on the day of the exam, then that’s it. They fail. They don’t get to try again.”
“How is she going to get into a good school if she has an F on her transcript?!”
“She’s not going to fail the class. She knew I had a strict policy. Also, I put out exam dates well in advance. She knew what day it was going to be.”
“She was sick!”
“Was she vomiting uncontrollably? Was she coughing up blood? Was she bed ridden? If the answer is no to any of those, then she could have come in to take the exam.”
“Right, so then she could get all of the other kids sick?”
“Masks are a thing. Plenty of students still wear them in the classroom. She could have come in for the exam and then left afterwards. Why do you care so much? You’re not her legal guardian. Her parents haven’t emailed or called to complain. At the mandatory parents meeting I run at the beginning of the school, I make it clear to the parents that I am strict for a reason.”
“My sister and brother-in-law haven’t called to complain because they don’t know about any of this. She came crying to me because she has no idea how to tell them because she knows she’s going to be asked if she knew it was an exam day. Which she completely forgot because she was sick and her brain was foggy.”
“She’ll have opportunities to make up her grade. Her participation counts for a lot and she’s always participating.”
“You don’t understand mental instability these overachievers have. I’ve seen that girl cry over an A-. Shooting her in the stomach would hurt less than getting a bad grade. Do you get off on being a dick?”
“You know what? This is my prep period, and I was busy.”
“Yeah, your door was locked.” You scoff.
“I always lock it. I don’t like when people filter in and out during my prep.”
“What if a student had an emergency and needed you?! Why are you even a teacher if you don’t care about students?! Do you have any idea how hard these kids have it? They don’t even teach them how to use computers anymore! No one knows how to touch type! Everyone assumes they have it easy, but they don’t. A lot of kids come to school because it’s better than being at home. You making it worse for them is a real turn off. I know you have students that adore you, but you also have students that would love the opportunity to spit in your food.”
“Are you done?”
“That depends, do you understand the points I’ve made?”
“Yes. You were very clear.”
“Are you going to take what I said into consideration as you’re teaching?”
“No.”
“You’re a fucking prick.”
“And you’re…” His eyes go up and down, checking her out. “It’s a good thing your room is on the other side of the school.” He shakes his head.
“Why? Afraid I’ll spit in your food?”
“No, in fact, I’d welcome your spit. I’d like it preferably in my mouth, but beggars can’t be choosers.” He shrugs and sits down at his desk.
Your mouth is agape. Did he really just say that to you?
“Are you serious?”
“Very.” He stands back up and saunters over to her. “If you’d like to cuss me out some more, could we do it over dinner?”
“I…”
“You never gave me a chance to take you out a few years ago. Remember that night we were both at that bar?”
“I do.” You nod as you blush. “But that was a mistake. I had a boyfriend…”
“Do you still?”
“No.”
“Alright, well, I would love to be in your presence again while you’re all fired up. Are you free Saturday night?”
“Pick me up at seven.”
“I’ll make a reservation somewhere I know we’ll be secluded so you can yell at me some more.”
“Stop talking before I change my mind.” You say and storm out of his classroom.
While you were teaching your sixth period choral class, Harry was teaching his forensic science class. Your niece got there a few minutes early to talk to Mr. Styles as he stood outside the class to greet the other students coming in.
“So…did it work?” She asked quietly.
“Like a charm.”
“She said yes?!”
“Mhm.” He grinned. “You must have put on quite the performance. She was really angry.”
“If you thought that made her angry, wait until she inevitably finds out that we worked together to trick her.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
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You Can Be My Daddy
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞.
wc; 10k | part one
lil bit of submissive!h. implied age gap! don’t read if it makes you uncomfy!!
Fingers dripping in saliva swiftly zip Harry back up, your rising chest settles down from its previous movements with heels taking steps back to create space between your teacher.
And as he swallows heavily with hands going to his belt and looping it around his waist, the door knob is turning and eerily creaking open, little time to comprehend the sudden intrusion.
Harry tries to focus on fixing himself back up but can’t help catch sight of your movements.
Palms swiping across your skirt heavily, tongue peaking out of your mouth to catch whatever aftertaste of him lapped around your lips just as you lean over to grab your things. His boss is stepping through the door making the atmosphere strained yet, that sight alone has Harry wanting to bend you over right then and there.
“Oh! Hello miss, surprised to see you!”
Wobble of a smile tugs on the ends of Harry’s lips, but bunny, she’s beaming. Flush of pink roaming amongst her cheeks accentuating her happy smile, steps swaying with subtle lifts of beat as if not touching him a few seconds ago.
“Yes! Well, I was just asking Mr. Styles this question about Marie Antoinette, our term paper is coming up.” Voice not wavering with eye contact stern when she passes him.
And Harry, he can’t help but notice how quick you are to lie; how you’re so good at it. Almost too easy to believe but you’re doing it, because the expression over Mr. Bennett's face is one of being intrigued.
“Ah, yes! Marie Antoinette, so misunderstood.” His body stepping back as he holds the door open. “I’m sure you will do well. I read your piece in the school paper; I must applaud you for your insight on Maslow, I never would’ve thought you’re familiar with his work.”
“Yes, I am. His argument on self-actualization is said in such great detail, his work is truly something.” Innocence shining through your expression of doe eyes and nodding head. The fact he’s even commenting on your published column only adds to your sweet image. “I should really get going now, goodbye Mr. Bennett.”
Harry’s thankful you don’t acknowledge him as you leave. Beer belly principal nodding his head stiffly as he goes to close the door.
Now without you by his side does he begin to sweat; knuckles flexing, jaw tensing, and lips still smiling tightly. He tries to reel it in for the sake of his job that he put on the line.
“Such a lovely girl,” He compliments as Harry makes his way towards his desk. Fingers fumbling over his paperwork looking for the report.
“Y —Yes, an excellent student.” Harry sighs once your name comes into view. He twists towards the gray haired man trying to conceal his worked up nerves.
“Thank you!” He smiles, head bowing delighted that it’s finished before stepping closer.
Mr. Bennett’s gaze is heavy as it roams over Harry. The nervous twitch of his nostril, diverating eyes and shallow breath. Inspecting every inch of him looking to catch anything off about Harry’s appearance.
“May I ask what her question was?”
His fingers curl in on each other at the sudden request catching him off guard. His boss can probably see the distress written all over his face, especially with the way he clears his throat and shifts on his feet.
“I’m sorry?” He asks, green eyes squinting to look at the principal with a confused glare.
“The question about Marie Antoinette, what was it?” Mr. Bennett responds, his bushy brows perk up as he leans on the desk.
The charm that bunny has, the one that graced this very room now leaves it empty, having him hanging by a thread. You managed to get away with your lie, but Harry, he has to continue it thinking fast on his feet to catch up.
“Uh, Marie Antoinette… her uh, saying…” He clears his throat, hand raising to his mouth coughing tensely trying to get rid of the strain on his throat. “Let them eat cake, I was explaining to her that it was just hear-say, actually coined from Jean-Jacques Rousseau, a book created way before the existence of Marie.”
The older man relaxes, tongue swiping across his dry lips as he nods once more. Satisfied smile stretches deeper amongst his features, index finger tapping into the wood of his desk as he leans off.
“Just testing…” Wink dropping before he’s turning around on his heels. Harry relaxes tremendously with shoulders subsiding and heart easing in pace as he watches him retreat to the door.
“Don’t need any new rumors, especially with parents' interviews coming up, now do we?” Mr. Bennett turns towards him, gaze running down Harry’s frame, stern sight yet delighted grin.
“Of course not sir.” He replies, nodding his head as he tracks the door swinging shut.
Harry can’t help the way his body twists around, hands combing through his hair as he tries his best to refrain from hitting himself.
How stupid can he be? That was too close of a call. If you were on your knees any longer he would’ve been packed up, sent away, and forbidden to even show his face again.
If you weren’t so passive about the situation he would have given up the facade and begged to keep his job… yet, you made it so easy covering up the moment with a shining grin and persuasive small talk. This time you both got lucky, but what about next time?
Should he even think there is one? Is he crazy to think that? Probably. He shouldn’t be fascinated or find you appealing, but he does.
He wants the sweet taste of you back on his lips… and the feeling of your hands drawing down him with that warm wet mouth just covering him all over. God, he’ll do anything to feel you again and that’s fucked up to think, but now that he’s finally had a taste he wants more. He can’t help but want more.
Harry knows it’s foolish, purely stupid, but even you yourself said it; he’s your daddy and you’re his bunny.
And, you do what you always do, be a tease.
You’re so tempting it’s hard not to notice. With your cherry lips and adorable giggle heard when passing in the hall.
Your skirt is rolled up even higher now, breast more sheen through your button up, and when you sit in front of him in class always focused with tongue glossing over your lips. It reminds him of the weeks prior, how his bunny sucked him up deliciously… how you loved every moment with dirty words and welcoming throat.
He can’t get you off his mind bunny, you’re all he thinks about in his mundane life of teaching and lacrosse. You make things so exciting, so thrilling, he likes knowing the fact he finally has your attention.
You continue to dip your back letting him see your panties, a different colour everyday of the week; sometimes lacy, sometimes plaid, but either way he enjoys the view. Harry especially likes it when you begin signing your nickname at the top of your page for tests, risky, but it entringes him even more.
It’s like right now, your eyes are following his every move when speaking about The French Revolution. Showing how attentive and perfect you are. He tries to ignore your plush mouth and drawing gaze, but he can’t help to float back over your appearance for a little while.
He wraps up the end of the class thirty minutes early, introducing the homework to be done by tomorrow and also suggesting if needing any help for the upcoming paper, that he’s all ears.
And of course, his bunny is by his side. Captivating smile shining to the bounce of your mary jane’s. Harry bites down on his lip, catching sight of your thigh highs and prominent tits. You sure know how to get his attention.
“Mr. Styles,” Long drawl of his name singing in your sweet voice. Leather clad foot resting along the heel of your shoes when leaning into the desk.
“I couldn’t understand this excerpt from yesterday.”
He knows you're lying, knows you’re way too smart not to understand something so easily explained in the textbook, but he can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes him when leaning forward in his chair.
As you place the book onto the desk he catches sight on the folded paper stuck between the spine. His throat clears, eyes shifting towards you who smiles softly at him.
His hands peel away from his arm rest and collects the thick book in his palms, shoulders turning towards you looking down at him curiously.
“This part over here, it states Marie betrayed France by telling the Austrian invaders, why would she do that?”
As the words you speak trail out as foolishness your finger points to the large text box pertaining to your question till it soon slides between the middle and lets the note fall down on the desk. Harry watches it all, his eyes trained on your finger dragging across the rest of the glossy page with fake confusion.
You want his attention so bad, look at you.
Leaning over his desk with flirty gaze and teasing smile, your breasts sparkling in his vision with the way your back curves. It’s sickening how you get away with it, how no one realizes how persuading you are at this moment but him.
“Well, yes, she betrayed the battle plans of the French in hope that they would be defeated and the monarchy restored.” He responds swiftly, hands closing the book while turning to look at you. “Does that answer your question?”
Plump lips curve against the beaming smile of your teeth, slow bob of your head lightly shifting your breasts that Harry can’t help but lick his lip at the sight. Your hand reaches out and accepts the book, hugging it into your chest before stepping away.
“Yes, thank you sir.” Heels retreating back to your desk in a sway of suggestive hips.
Harry watches you take your seat, skirt twisting with eyes tracking back to him, another tug of your lips following before you’re opening your textbook and starting the assigned work.
And he waits a few moments, letting himself look busy flipping through his agenda of drills for the lacrosse practice this afternoon. Fingers fiddling with the ends of the page before taking the note up and unraveling it.
You’re all I can think about…
His heart goes all warm, stomach clenching and veins pulsing to his dick. The neat cursive written in the middle of the torn piece of paper is a kept secret between you and him. Harry can't help but look up at you.
Completely focused on the question at hand, brows pushed together and pen breaking through your lips. You’re concentrated on keeping up your grades, you’re perfect image.
Harry has to sit back in his chair and simply just applaud you. You disguise your true self so well bunny, being the good girl that you are, the one you pretend to be.
But, it’s with his eyes trained on you does he catch Calie passing a note towards Finn. The red head laughs to himself over it before it’s passing behind him to Emmet. The telephone string of the paper from sender to receiver a mess between rushed hands.
He watches closely as it shifts throughout the room, polished nails or bitten ones taking it and passing it onto the next. From Emmet to Astrid, and then Bella to Gabriel until it’s being poked on the elbow of you.
Bunny? What’s this? Someone else on your mind and not him… you should know better than that. Who else races your mind if not him?
Harry can’t stop his nose from flaring as he sees you take it with a smile on your lips accepting the sheet.
“Y/N, would you like to share the note with the rest of the class.”
Your head picks up; eyes wide, fingers curling around the paper, and cheeks heating up noticing that you’re caught.
Snickers of students and grinning faces fill the air over the interruption of free time. They’re just as intrigued with who could’ve been the source just as much as Harry is.
“Hmm?” He continues, sight watching heavily on the way you bite your lip before looking between him and the note.
Your throat clears with fingers peeling it open, deep breath floating in the ruffle of chairs and whispers.
“Um, w —will you meet me after dinner tonight, Luca,” Voice wavering as you swallow heavily, sight catching between Harry and the blonde boy. He sits in the front right hand corner of the room shuffling in his seat, brows raised with the same expression written over his face like his bunny.
So, he’s the one who has your attention, not Harry who should be front and center. His own right wing of defense spending time with you. It’s comical and everyone in the room thinks it’s funny too.
Harry cracks his knuckles in the teasing atmosphere of you distraught that you got caught. You were just sweet talking your way with him minutes ago, and now your mind is elsewhere. Don’t you know better than that?
“Please remember that there will be no passing notes in my class.”
Your lashes flutter at him before turning to look at Luca. Chummy grin with back slouching against the chair, his eye drops into a wink that leaves you tugging your lips into a smirk.
You don’t care… of course you don’t. You have anyone that desires you hanging in front of your face by a thread while you pull the strings whenever bored.
Harry tries not to be mad, tries to reel in his nerves as you flash your eyes at the shaggy blonde as if it’s just the two of you. You’re so naughty toying with him.
This isn’t his bunny. The one who’s so attentive and pleasing. No, you’re doing more to prove how smart you truly are, the tease you love to be.
Thick blades of grass squish amongst the feet of intense movements. Cleats cutting through swiftly as they pick up from the bodies charging down the field, yellow tinged ball crossing in the air as blue and green jerseys drift by.
It’s a beautiful day outside, the trees rustling against the subtle wind from the spring breeze transitioning into the summer season. Colleagues roaming amongst the grounds on their own destinations to distinct quarters, or students still lounging in their uniforms watching the school team practice and you just so happen to be there.
Academy gym shorts with matching t-shirt relaxing on the field, badminton rackets by each of your friends as you giggle looking towards the team.
Harry can’t help his eyes glazing over your taunt frame. Perky backside and charming aura working for not only him, but the player on the team who just so happened to score in the scrimmage at hand.
He watches the way you smirk before turning to your friends who bump shoulders with you, teasing each other with pointed glaces and twisting feet.
Look at you, so happy to give your attention away; to show you have other options, one that leaves Harry jealous and fighting to regain focus.
“Alright, I’m calling it in.” Ed nods to him once checking his watch. That’s his cue to trail across the field while the head coach draws the team in.
The nylon of his pants swishes with each stride before he’s leaning down collecting the pylons. His body makes its way across the field picking up the yellow plastic, white lines shifting his version that he doesn’t realize he’s near you. Close enough to see your gleaming smile and hear little about the conversation in the group.
It’s when leaning down to pick up the equipment do your eyes catch on each other. Head swishing to the side as you smile happily. Your finger twirls the ends of your hair with body shifting against the grass as you ignore whatever words are being said.
Harry watches clearly the way your head twists around and slowly, but subtly nods towards the array of trees that comb over the grounds of the school. Your eyebrows raise in question before listening to your friends.
Was this your plan all along? With your friends too distracted with each other to realize your actions to lure him out there. Was this what you were plotting this whole time? Low waisted shorts and dreamy eyes simply directing him where to meet once practice is over.
You’re too good at this, too conceited and happy to get whatever you want. Even if you were just delighted to have Lucas' attention you still want more.
Harry trails his view off you when picking up the remaining equipment before joining the team for the cool down of the practice.
He puts all the pinneys and pylons together, palms securing everything in their respective bags until he’s tugging off towards the equipment room. His body carried him down the flight of stairs while looking out towards the window just parallel to the steps.
Harry watches your body stalking into the woods and he can’t help the smirk that tugs at the end of his lips as he goes down the rest of the stones.
Leaves and sticks crunch below your Converse, fingers feeling over the light green blades that feels like velvet against the pad of your skin. The tug at the end of your lip is hard not to resist with your veins pulsing at what could possibly happen if you see Mr. Styles again.
This game of cat and mouse was your specialty, being able to have your way with teachers and peers so attractive and delectable. You could always tell with their breath catching and shaky voice that it was right to purpose the match.
Your perfect grades and kind attitude shines over your deeper thoughts, your favorite desires, the ones that have you tugging your way into the forest of the school right now.
Your head twists up to catch shadows of the trees as your steps still venture out east of the school, far from the usual make out spots on the property.
Will he even come? The way he turned away from you on the field was giving he wasn’t even interested, and all because of Luca and his dumb note; the one you got called out on.
You like having your secrets unknown to each other, all your lies being covered with pearly white teeth and bending spine. You were subtle with handing your own note off to your favorite teacher, if it all went well then you were certain he would show up to meet. But your boy toy around school had other plans when deciding to get you tangled in your tactics.
Stuttering and looking up at Mr. Styles caught in the aftermath of flirty eyes and bouncing breasts. You hate that he had ruin your chances, you’re not quite sure when you’ll be near your teacher again without it being so obvious from friends and peers. It was such a risky game that you loved to play despite having yourself caught up last semester.
It’s a good thing you’re so good at batting your lashes and talking so sweetly you managed to get away, but now it was a tab left in your mother’s mind and it certainly wounded your step-father. Your right hand goes to your mouth and begins to chew on your nail from the anxiety festering from the memories. You need to be sharper and have all your little white lies arranged better, you can’t manage to slip up again.
Steps finally come to a halt, body twisting around to rest along the wide tree with unruly bushes growing around it. Perfect. Your back slouches against the stumb as your hand tears away from your mouth.
You could barely see the field or the school's architecture from your place. You can only hope Mr. Styles would find you if he was still interested.
He has to be… he still stares at you longingly especially on your lips. Bet he’s remembering your moment together, the one that you can’t stop thinking about. How he made your throat swell and voice all raspy… how you had to pretend in front of the principal you didn’t just swallow your teacher's load.
You want more of him. He’s all you think about when Luca would he kissing down your neck or when your step-father is in your ear whispering how much he misses you, Mr. Styles was the only one on your mind when everything would be happening.
When the thick Bradford accent on the other end of the phone describes everything he would do, all you can think of is your teacher and what he would do in his place. Where his hands would spread amongst your body, or where his lips would find themselves on your skin.
The cracking of branches brings you out of your thoughts, your fingers running over the ends of your shorts as you see brown hair come into sight.
So he did show up, trialing after you like you thought he would. The ends of your lips curl up as you relax deeper into the wood. Mr. Styles continues his steps into the space, his eyes darting around until you whistle sweetly to catch his attention.
“Fancy seeing you around,” You perk up, feet crossing over each other as you watch him make his way over.
His body covered in a black tracksuit certainly making him appealing with his bulky frame. Humming softly your tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. The thoughts of him manhandling you from your teasing ways makes your clit begin to swell.
“Bunny…” He greets with hands wrapping around your waist. Tall frame pushing you deeper into the stumb as he looks over your face.
“Daddy…” You utter, peering up at him through doe eyes, the same ones that have him falling every time.
“I missed you,” Whispering up at him sweetly. Your hands leave your shorts to pull at the band of his track pants.
Those words have the teacher surveying your every feature with fingers curling tighter around your hips. Mr. Styles is so handsome with his grainy stubble and board chest. The way he’s pining you into the tree has you moaning quietly as you straighten your back.
“Doesn’t seem like it.” His words send a wave of annoyance through you. The eye roll you find yourself doing is completely unintentional as your head knocks into the wood.
“That wasn’t my fault,” You huff, fingers snaking along his boxers while looking up at him.
“Oh, really?” Playful cheer in the teacher’s voice as his palms venture down your hips and feel over your cheeks. The motions so possessive from his huge hands that the moan that trails from you has him groaning as well.
“It wasn’t, because you know…” Mr. Styles' face draws closer with each word as he towers over you. “You’re all I can think about.”
The pads of your fingers gaze across his happy trail, mouth parting slightly as you lift yourself onto your toes closer to him, the taste that you’ve been craving just inches away.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
His teasing tone and rough hands have you begging just to close the space around him. It’s why your nails leave scratches against the older man’s skin, whining high in your throat so desperate for him.
“All the time,” Warmth of your movements draw deeper down his pelvis. “I think about you when I shower in the morning… touching myself thinking you're there with me.”
Deep growl rumbles through Mr. Styles, his teeth biting into his lip as he steps closer. His hips parallel with yours as you curl your hand around his cock, thick bead of pre-cum smearing along his crown as you keep your gaze strong.
“Having me up against the wall, water between us… daddy, I always imagine how good you would fuck me.” Torturing him with your lewd thoughts whenever alone and thinking about your favorite person.
“Just stretching me out all nice and wide… you’re so big… all nice and thick, I still remember how you fucked my throat.” The older man can’t stop himself from landing a furious smack against your ass. Tiny squeak leaving you as you fall to your heels.
“What else do you think about princess?” He ask, lips so dangerously close your breath is wavering.
Your hand grips tighter around Mr. Styles cock, his hips inching closer to you as he palms over your backside. Happy would be an understatement about how you feel at the moment. He’s finally here and under your spell again, just the way you like him.
“I think about you beneath me…” Tongue skimming across your flesh as you slide down him with ease, the fluid drawing from him makes the twist of your movements much easier as he leans in deeper.
“Kissing down my stomach, feeling up my thighs, licking where I want you the most,” Lashes flutter as his mouth inches closer and closer to you. “Don’t you think about my pussy daddy?”
Those very words have him capturing your lips with his. The muted taste of peppermint lingering along his tongue rubs against yours, spit being exchanged with haste as he can’t help his fingers from slinking between your thighs and feeling over the very place you want him.
He’s rubbing the spot there, rough ends of his digits massaging over your clothed area. It’s harsh and swift as they draw down your folds, an electric surge tingling down your spine feeling him around you all over again.
Mr. Styles is all rugged with his growing beard and bulky frame. He could easily manhandle you any kind of way but he treats you so delicately. You couldn’t imagine how he’ll spread you nice and wide, it’s all that’s been on your mind when you pass by him in the hall or stare up at him in class. Those very thoughts that have you breaking away from the kiss with a whimper.
“How I’ll feel around you…” Fingers contracting around his length as you bow your eyes at him slowly. “How I’ll stretch around you…” Lips curling in on each other savoring the taste of him on your buds. “How I taste… don’t you think about that a lot Mr. Styles… how my pussy would taste on your tongue?”
And he’s groaning in his throat, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his hands leave their position and drape to their previous one. His head cranes down to press wet kisses along the expanse of your neck, your hips being held strongly against the bark.
“Yes bunny… I do.” Your head turns against the wood from the adrenaline coursing through, his breath drapes warm and heavy amongst your skin that you moan at the feel.
In his new position you retrieve your hands and place them on either side of his face, your eyes watching closely as he breathes over your belly button with sight connecting to yours.
His hands drag up and down the expanse of your stomach before his fingers catch onto the band of your shorts, head wandering deeper down and staring up at you while doing so.
The lined cotton shorts that once grace your hips draw down swiftly with your panties, they pool around your feet with his hands drawing back up your naked thighs, feverish pecks roaming over your abdomen until pressing into your love handles.
“Oh daddy… won’t you make me feel good?” Fingers curling into his hair and ruffling with it. You always wanted to do that. Feel his hair rubbing against your stomach and kisses littering your inner thigh, it’s finally happening and you couldn’t be more excited.
Mr. Styles is looking up at you, sun highlighting the green in his eyes and his long lashes that blink up. And with the soft breeze whisking itself through the forest do you whimper at the feeling of it passing through your lower half.
“Yes, bunny.” Said so deep and husky that your fingers scratch along his scalp. His hand that dragged along your thigh urges your leg up, you don’t hesitate to prop it up your side with his help to keep it there.
Mr. Styles breath floats along your inner thighs, light smears of his wet lips pressing along the skin that you whine high in your throat. You don’t know how much time you have, but you doubt anyone is looking for either of you or going further past the school grounds to come look. You’re sure you’re safe but still, there’s always the possibility of someone seeing or finding you.
It’s why all movements are so rushed yet lucid, his tongue dragging sloppily along your thighs as he moves towards your pussy. A relieving sigh leaving when his tongue skims over your folds, eyes still locked on each other as his grip tightens over you.
“Daddy,” Soft call of his name trailing out as he leans in again to lick you, a pleasant hum vibrates over you that your eyes bat slowly at the feel.
The delicious drag of his tongue lying flat against your pussy as he draws his head up in lengthy strides makes your foot bend in your Converse. This is what you’ve always dreamt about; his tongue eating you out, and it’s even better that you tell he’s enjoying it with his fingers scratching into your skin all hungry.
“Like how I taste, daddy?”
A deep groan pulsates throughout you to answer which has your head knocking back into the tree. Sweet moan falling from your lips as your knee against the stumb bends a bit, pussy sinking deeper against Mr. Styles tongue as he draws up your folds.
One hand leaves his curls and goes towards the one holding your thigh up, his head rocking up and down in rush strides that you begin following his movements. Wet muscle flexing against every swivel and drag, his forest orbs loving the way your lips fall apart and moan from his touch. He lets you take charge and ride his tongue just the way you like if that's the attention you need… the attention you deserve.
His tongue drags up along your clit and in the moment you don’t hesitate to tug his head back and circle your waist along him. The width of his tongue swallowing your clit up so beautifully that it’s better than everything you imagined, and the fact he’s a grown man letting you ride his face, god he’s the best daddy ever.
Your head leans forward, teeth biting down on your lip as you gently move him against your circling hips.
“You’re so good to me daddy.”
Mr. Styles' eyes close slowly even more aroused from your words and the fact you taste like honey. His nails leave crescent moons into skin as he lets you drag yourself all over him. Just as hot as it is to be getting off using him, Harry was a slave to your tactics getting off to your sweet nectar and melodic voice dripping in sex.
Between the slurps of him eating your pussy to the moans expelling every time you swivel your hips harder against him, the scene is one of greed. Pure old fashioned greed of wanting nothing more than to ruin each other. It’s such a dangerous game but it’s so fun, luring him in and pulling at his heart strings all because it was entertaining to you.
“Like the way I ride you?” His tongue tenses against your movements, his head bobbing shallowly that leaves you to let out a breathless sigh.
And to think after calling you out hours ago when catching you with someone else Mr. Styles is here right now eating your pussy, and loving it.
He’s the daddy you need, the one that goes over and beyond to prove where your eyes should be focused on. He’s really the best, doing all this just to prove to you the place he wants in your life.
“Do you want me to ride your cock like this?” Lazy smirk tugging at the end of your lips with brow raising slightly, your motions losing momentum as you look down at him.
His mouth flexes against your folds, lips pressing open kisses back along your thighs. Wet juices dragging along your skin as your grip over him relaxes. Your thigh falls lucid by your leg, his touch drawing back up your skin as he finds his way up your body.
“Bunny,” Mr. Styles breathes against your clothed stomach. The sweet exchange that once coats his mouth disappears once dragging along the shirt. His lips trailing back up your neck and pressing onto your cheeks.
“I don’t know how much time we have left.”
You shake your head confidently, hands now drawing up his shoulders and stepping closer to him. You’re sure there’s nothing to worry about, almost positive you had enough time to have him the way you want.
“Please…” Lips pout slightly as you get him to peer into your eyes, your canine tooth catching on your lip before you’re smiling innocently at him. “I’m all nice and tight for you, don’t you want to feel daddy?”
Mr. Styles groans lowly, his face shifting amongst yours as he slots your lips against each other. The sweet taste of yourself flows along your tongue and you love every bit of it knowing that he adores it even more at the moment. The juices that you expel with the mix of your saliva, it’s a delicious brew that you're sure he wants forever from the way his fingers grip onto your hips.
He’s thought of this moment so many times yet can’t believe it’s happening, and the words you speak, he’s nearly coming from the sweet sound and the way you say his name.
Tongues dance along each other in a rushed frenzy not knowing how much longer it’ll be till this moment happens again. Your lips feel over the soft pricks of his stubble, hands drawing along his chest and moaning at the possessiveness over the kiss. His tongue flows against yours with such dominance you moan against him before pulling away with a bite at his lip.
“Just lay down for me, please?” You ask all sweet and doe eyed, nails dotting against the nylon of his jacket as you stare up at him.
And he’s unsure, with sight looking between you and the scenery around. A gentle sigh escapes as he nods his head lightly. “Okay.”
The grin that shines across your lips is bright and cheery, your eyes watching him closely as his knees begin to bend and you don’t hesitate to follow. Your hands fitting themselves on each side of his head, hips resting along his stomach with your face becoming parallel to each other.
“Been thinking about this since I met you.” Head leaning forward and dotting kisses against his chin, his hands by his side tug at the top of his track pants to pull them down.
“Looking at you in class… thinking about you fucking me on my desk.” Rush breath combing over his neck as you litter him with love. “Or yours.” Giggle trailing out so adorably that Mr. Styles moans at the sound. His hand draws away from the fabric of his joggers and lands a scolding slap amongst your ass.
“Dirty girl.” He mutters, fingers spreading you wide while rocking you over his erection.
“Only for you daddy.”
Leaning back on your knees, your hands slide towards your t-shirt and tug it over your head. Your breasts on display as you balance yourself amongst his waist, arm going behind your back and palming his cock.
“Want you inside me.” You say while blindly releasing him from his confines and twisting him slowly.
Mr. Styles rests on his elbows as he watches you raise up, the beautiful sight of his bunny bare and ready to take him, this is too good to be true.
His teeth poke out from his mouth and catch on his lips, stomach dipping with heavy breaths as he watches you lower yourself. Your puffy folds spread wide as his cock fills you up slowly, long whine tearing from your throat as he swallows you up inch by inch. The stretch of him has your body leaning forward with other hand curling around his jacket anxiously.
“Jesus.” Mr. Styles breathes with hand steadying your hips as he leans up, the tight feel of you around him makes his fingers curl deeper into your skin while you sink further onto his lap. “Bunny, fuck.” Your knees clench around his waist as you sigh pleasantly.
Plush walls nestle his throbbing cock gracing your sweet spot so heavenly that you’re shuddering against him. Your hips rubbing against his pelvis only increasing the fraction that has you crying out in satisfaction.
“Daddy, you fill me up so good.” Both hands gather up his arms and to the nape of his neck, your mouths lean forward breathing in each other's moans.
“You’re so tight bunny.” He follows your motions as your head knocks into his forehead.
You hum with your mouth going dry, eyes batting at him slowly as you find the strength to rise up on your knees and slowly grind yourself. Delicious spread of your pussy accepting every stride of him.
The combination of his spit and your juices leaves a squelching sob sound every time your hips meet. Walls flexing around every loving rhythmic stroke, whine high in the back of your throat as your fingers press deeply into his skin.
“So sweet, so dirty, just the way I like you.” Mr. Styles breathes over your lips. Your mouth catching his filthy words and swallowing them up loving the taste.
His grip over your hips guides your movements, eyes hanging low and watching every bounce of yourself riding him to the way your nose twitches. The thickness of him swells every crevice that succumbs to him filling you up. It’s leaving you numb with pleasure allowing him to draw you down in repetitive motions.
“I love the way you stretch around me, bunny” His lips curving the slope of your nose when you bow your head.
This moment was more than your dreams. The man that’s been fucking you in your every thought now helping you slide down his dick with such ease. Telling you just how he likes you, and how he loves the way you expand around him, he’s the best teacher. Your favorite one.
Lips collide in messy motions, slipping across each other with moans and groans trailing out. The hands of both of you sinking deeper and deeper as you both chase your highs.
The crinkles of leaves shift under your bodies, shadows of trees gracing across your bouncing breasts as Mr. Styles continues to guide your movements. Mouths catching along each other hurriedly with thighs twitching to curl deeper against him, the shock of stabs running down your neck causes your spine to bend at the feeling.
“Daddy… m’gonna…” Mouth parting away from him as your forehead drags along his cheek, breath coming out rushed as you feel your climax making itself known.
“Gonna come on daddy’s cock? You love my dick, don’t you?” His words deep in your ear making you lose all sense in your knees when going silk around him.
Your head twists deeper across his skin, eyes barely staying open as the squished grass amongst the floor bobs in your vision. Mr. Styles takes complete control over you as his hands keep your waist flexing around him.
Your pussy quivers and trembles from his words, adding fury to the spikes of arousal barreling down joyously. Your mouth hangs open, nails scratching into his skin as you continue feeling his cock tagging your cervix each time.
“Oh, fuck,” You moan completely distraught with stomach twitching. Your jerking hips take control of your weak motions as you find the strength to runt yourself into his lap.
Clit rubbing beautifully against the light bush along his pelvis chasing your high. You groan pleasantly at the head of his cock dragging across your sweet spot, your climax welcoming itself with your pussy contracting around him.
And instead of Mr. Styles guiding you back up his length he’s following your movements and thrusting into your hips. Piercing jabs adding to the sensation of pulsing shocks spreading through.
“Feel so good bunny,” He moans into your bobbing head, lips trailing down the hair matted to your shoulder. Sweet smell of your perfume gracing his nostrils that leaves him growling against your skin.
Fingers shake against his flexing shoulders, lips bitten and cracked letting air shallowly fill your lungs. Your pussy is bruised and sore from the girth of your teacher assaulting every inch that welcomes him.
“You’re so deep daddy,” Sweet voice running across his blushing skin. It’s damp with tiny strands connecting hair against his temples, his adam’s apple bobbing heavily with his fingers digging deeper into your skin; clear that your words affect him.
It’s your favorite thing to do with this game you play. How your words are so angelic yet dirty, leaving Mr. Styles, your boy toy and step-father vulnerable messes every time you're around. Cracked voices and growing erections always being your sight at just a simple bat of an eye. It’s so easy to have whoever you want be able to play.
It’s why you continue being alluring; dreamy moans carrying into his ears with hands sliding up into his hair, tousling every lock as you rotate your hips against his thrusts. The change in rhythm and pulsing beats of your pussy around Harry makes him hiss. Head dropping swiftly against your shoulder till you catch him quickly, nails tugging his head back as you peer into his eyes and ride his cock.
“Fuck me nice and wide,” Waist swiveling against his grip trying to strain your movements. Green eyes look up at your lips while his part in bliss accepting your heavenly pussy gracing him. “Stretch me so good daddy.”
Teasing breath fanning over his face as your breasts rub against the material of his jacket, your scent showers over him with your pussy wrapping around his cock deliciously, the sight clear of how he’s a slave to you and the way you make him feel.
“Don’t you want to fill me up?” Harry moans with eyes blinking slowly, his fingers beginning to loosen against your motions.
Your pussy coats his dick in creamy fluid adding to the pleasure of your walls dragging down him. Your fingers itch at his scalp, lips leaning towards his and nearly connecting as you smile.
“Don’t you want me to make you a daddy?”
Words having Mr. Styles whining high in his throat, hands twitching against your hips just as his seed spills into you. Fingers twitching and jaw tensing as he stares up in complete admiration. His waist stills against yours, eyes blinking slowly in a daze as you still grin at him, swiveling your hips and whispering sweet nothings.
“Such a thick load, sir.”
Hands relaxing around his curls while his fall from your waist, Harry’s sight completely enveloped by your words that he can’t help the lazy smile that tugs along his lips when you giggle at his expression.
“Mm… you’re really the best.” You hush, hips moving slowly as your chest begins to relax.
“It’s clear that’s up for debate.” Mr. Styles smirks, fingers feeling over the blades of grass below. But even if it’s a playful tease, his words taint your heart.
“It’s only you, I’m so serious sir,” You sigh, head shifting with bottom lip jutting out.
He gives you a pointed glare as if not believing you — not that he should, but it’s entertaining to make him jealous… teasing him just how you like. It’s why you find yourself rolling your eyes and raising up on your sore knees. The motion of you sitting off his lap and slipping him out turns his attention. His come drips out and flows down the expanse of his cock.
Humming delighted at the site, your hand trails out of his hair and between your legs. Fingers seeping into your pussy and catching the reminder of him onto your fingertips to carry into your mouth. Tongue welcoming the muted taste of your teacher and moaning playfully.
“Bunny.” He whines, eyes watching closely as you dip back between you both and collect the rest running down his cock and sucking them off your fingers again. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
The laugh that escapes you is adorable when you lean into his chest, hands moving to his shoulders and forcing him to fall back against the grass which he does gently. His own hands run down your spine as you shift around on his body.
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?” You sigh, fingers trailing up his neck and drawing along the definition of his jaw as he looks up at the sky.
The laugh that leaves the older man is light and cherished, one that has you smiling as you let his touch roam all over your skin.
His heart beats against your ear, lungs rising steadily with your bodies fitting together. The sun is still shining brightly with the breeze passing by every few moments. The quiet atmosphere of this area makes it feel private and safe.
“Sir?” Voice raised in question as your fingertip glides against the bridge of his nose just in time for him to hum in response.
“You never did tell me why you call me bunny?” Lips piercing together tightly as his touch begins to draw circles up your spine in swirls.
“Your eyes,” He whispers as he looks at the clouds passing across.
Your brows perk up at that. Your eyes? You knew they were quite alluring but not to that extent. Yet, that was the nickname that he gave you, the one feature that stood out the most to him. Not cherry, or baby like your other two flings.
“My eyes?” You reiterate. Head trailing off to the side as you pass your finger across his lips. The motion has him playfully biting on your nail till you’re retreating back to draw along his cheeks with a giggle.
“Yes… there so doe and soft, like a bunny. My bunny.” You hum acknowledging his words in admiration.
So that’s what he thought, that’s what stuck out the most. It was adorable and unique. So different compared to what you’re familiar with.
“When do you think we can do this again?” Your voice mutters against his chest. It makes Mr. Styles draw his hands away and lean up on his elbows.
His eyes go towards your shirt and grabs it, the material falls into your grip and you don’t hesitate to lean back and slip it over your head, sight still caught on the older man.
“I don’t know… it’s too risky,” His view looking over your naked thighs that hold his abdomen to the poor expression turning up over your face.
“Oh come on,” You huff, rolling your eyes and drawing away from his body. You twist off him with hands leaning towards your undergarments inches away.
“W —What are you getting all upset about? Even right now is pushing it,” His own actions cover himself back up as you scoff in response. “Don’t act like this.”
Another exaggerated sigh falls from your mouth before fixing your shorts around your hips, sight narrowing on the green streaks across your shirt before turning to look at the teacher now standing.
“I’ll act however I please,” You mumble, teeth clenching down on each other as Mr. Styles groans with annoyance, his hand stretching towards you but you’re quick enough to retreat back.
“So, even if it’s this spot for the exact same time?” You rephrase, heart knocking against your chest as you tangle your arms together.
“No Y/N, god… don’t you get it? Don’t you see my job on the line just to be here right now?”
“Fine.”
“Would you stop?”
“No.”
Your eyes watch every frustrated movement from the body parallel of you who bows his head in disbelief of the situation.
Of course he wants to see you again, of course he wants to wrap himself all around you but this puts too much stress over everything on his plate.
“Let’s just talk this over?”
“No, I’m good.”
Your teeth shining happily as you shift your head to the side and watch Mr. Styles inhale deeply. his body stepping closer still attempting to hold you.
“I’ll walk my way around to the front… you can go back from where you came from.” Simple nod of your head before your gracefully turning around beginning your departure. You’re trailing off so quickly he doesn’t even have the chance to catch you slipping through his fingers.
He just had you and now it’s already over.
Harry should’ve really expected this though. He should’ve anticipated your stubborn reaction to his words, he should’ve really thought over them because now you’re making his life a living hell.
You couldn’t wait a week, or even a couple days, you really couldn’t wait at all. Because the next afternoon you showed up to class five minutes late, walking through the door with a simple smirk on your lips and “sorry!” so sweet and delectable that he let you get away with it, of course he would, far as he knows he’s on punishment.
But, when you cut your eyes in a wicked glare did he realize who else was missing from the class, his own lacrosse player. Your heels echoed to your seat eerily to him amongst the shuffling of the other students, and when you sat in your chair with lips now a teasing grin did Luca soft knock sound on the door before he stepped in.
His collar was obnoxiously up high, clear what was litter amongst his skin. The sight had Harry clenching his jaw unbearably tight, his eyes going to you who conceitedly winked at him. It didn’t help that the other students began to snicker, adding to the fury of Harry turning his fingers in on themselves while continuing the class.
That was only the beginning though; now when passing in the halls you completely ignored him, acting as if he wasn’t there. When seeing you in the pillars of the school with Luca by your side, you made sure to wink at him, or sometimes Harry will see him drop you off to class, catching sight on his hands grabbing the skin he doesn’t deserve.
You continue showing up late; sometimes your boyfriend trailing behind, sometimes not. You stop raising your hand and involving yourself in class discussions and begin to pay attention to the birds outside or doodling in your book. Notes start being exchanged even more between you and the blonde classmate, one time you even left one on your desk that Harry took up.
Can I eat you out tonight?
Luca
His messy writing covered the paper that Harry closed his fist around. His feet stalked over to the garbage and threw it into the trash.
You’re fucking with him so badly, so terribly, why are treating him like this?
He doesn’t feel any better that he tried to be reasonable, trying to get you to understand that your endeavors couldn’t be consistent, it would be too much for the both of you.
But, it’s tempting… so tempting to want to pull you in after class and tell you that he’s done with your antics and to take him back. Go back to being his sweet bunny with doe eyes and bitten lips, go back to writing his nickname across the page of your test and showing him your sweet plump cheeks.
It’s already bad enough he’s coming into his hand every night just thinking about your pussy around him again. Your sweet voice telling him your dirty thoughts, the ones that have been on your mind since meeting. He wants more of you, he needs more honestly, and the way you’re acting isn’t helping him at all.
He can deal with you being with Luca because Harry knows deep down he doesn’t satisfy you the way you like. He’s certain you don’t fancy him much and is just using him to toy with his feelings, but he’ll accept that.
It’s Friday night and it’s the annual parent teacher meeting. Students in their pressed and polished uniforms standing alongside their parents as they walk across campus displaying to them their life while here.
Harry hasn’t seen you yet and he’s thankful, he’s suppose to meet your mother and he’s trying to keep his nerves at bay. His fingers are tapping timidly inside his pocket as he smiles at Gabriel's mother who boasts about the upcoming lacrosse tournament.
His eyes watch the way her skin folds over in wrinkles when she smiles happily, while her son looks annoyed and Harry can’t help the breathless laugh that leaves him when noticing.
“The boys have been putting in great work this year, I’m sure we’ll be getting the trophy.” Harry beams while Gabriel rolls his eyes at his teacher.
“It’s all he talks about when I call him… but, let’s me not keep you, we still have to see Mrs. Randall.” Fading auburn hair shifting with each nod of her head as she leaves the community hall looking for the science teacher.
It’s when the loving mother exits the door does he see his bunny slip in. Manicure and dazzling accessories shining over your shoulder as your mother walks into the room, and it isn’t the sight of her that has Harry shocked, no, it’s the man that steps through right after with tattoos littered in the revealing parts of his suit. All over his hands and up his neck, if Harry were to assume, he would be around his age, with thick beard growing in and slight tiredness swelling around his eyes.
He can tell from his appearance you don’t look quite similar, you resemble your mother more than anything but he doesn’t stare too long. Not with the way you begin to walk towards him with both parents on either side.
The chatter in the room is filled with other guardians and teachers making small talk either about the curriculum or the school's pretentious history, and somehow in all that noise it doesn’t seem to drown out the footsteps of bodies making their way over to him.
“Mr. Styles?” Thin lips of your mother sing in a cheerful tune as she sways from side to side.
He remembers you telling him about your mother. How she sent you to school once given the chance, yet she’s all bubbly and happy as if you have a place in her life, as if all the words you spoke were nothing but pure lies.
“Yes ma’am, that’s me!” Harry smiles softly, hand reaching out and she takes it genuinely. Soft touch enveloping him in a strong shake as he bows his head.
“You must be Y/N mother,” He continues, their hands parting as he looks down at you. For once your sight is looking up at him, your attention actually focus on him, and it makes Harry swallow heavily.
“She has told me so much about you, all very good things! Saying how you’ve made her enjoy history even, she was never quite fond of it in her past schoolings but, you’ve made it her favorite!”
His brows raise up at that, mouth parting slightly in shock before grinning happily looking between you and your mother. So, you’ve been telling her about him? And saying his teachings are your favorite subject. You’re confusing him with your hot and cold games, but it’s even worse that he enjoys being in the middle of it.
“I never knew she said that? I’m so happy to hear,” Harry smiles before his hand is turning towards the man to the left of you. “And you must be Mr—”
“—Malik.”
His words cut off the teacher to correct him but doesn’t stop them from their hands meeting, strong grip over each other as his brown eyes look over him longingly, examining every inch of him.
“My apologies…” Harry sighs before turning to your mother to divert his gaze from your step-father. “But yes, she’s doing amazing in class. I'm glad it’s become her favorite.”
And he sees the way your face begins to heat up, how your eyes watched every motion of him shaking your father’s hand as if stunned this moment is happening. Harry wants to laugh, he wants to chuckle in your face because of course he’s caught you again, lying about having a father figure, this is cold bunny.
“Oh! Mom, they have that sparkling juice I was talking about, the one you should use for the dinner?” Your voice enters the conversation nervously as you look towards her. Hand going to her elbow as you direct her to the assortment of drinks and snacks on the table under the bulletin board.
“Just one second!” Your mother smiles at Harry before letting you lead her away.
Before Harry can even admire the sight of you all flustered and caught up from your parents meeting the teacher you’ve been tormenting for months, the laugh next to him has his direction turning towards the heavily tattoo man.
“Isn’t she funny?” Mr. Malik asks, lips tugged to the side as he shuffles on his feet. Harry can’t help but take one of his hands out of its confines and cough into it.
“Yes, she has quite the humor,” He agrees, fingers running over his hips smoothly as he shifts his posture.
Your step-father is looking up at him with such a questioning glare that Harry can feel his ears begin to beat with warmth, his eyes dying to break the fight over whatever is crossing his mind.
You always have tricks up your sleeves, always have another way to shine your dazzling teeth to get away with something else, and it’s another one of those moments. Body turned away from your daddy and father ignoring the fact they’re in the same room.
Aren’t you a nervous little thing when all caught up? It’s quite adorable.
“Are you playing?”
The question draws Harry’s eyebrows together, lips parting and sight concentrated heavier on the man next to him.
“I’m sorry?”
“With cherry? Are you playing with her?”
Cherry? His bunny is cherry to him. Oh? So this is why you’re so nervous and looking more distraught than when he caught you with that note.
You’re not nervous at the fact Harry knows you lied about your parents, but the fact you already had a father figure in your life, one that plays with you already and does everything that he wants when given the chance. That’s why you ran away.
“Oh? I —I didn’t… I haven’t…” Harry’s voice trails off as his sight goes towards you pouring another glass of the grape juice for your mother to try.
“So, it’s true then?” His eyes trail back to the older man who holds a smug grin, and when his hand pats down on his shoulder roughly, it makes Harry let out an uncomfortable laugh.
“I must say… she does get what she wants.” Mr. Malik sight combs over the teacher before releasing his hold.
It has Harry relaxing and throat clear as his nose crinkles up. His bunny with someone else? He could get over Luca, he really could care less… but the man in front of him —the one you lied about so innocently— is standing before him not even surprised by the teachers place in your life, you’ve broken his heart bunny.
“Is she always like this?” Harry finds himself asking without thought, his brows relaxing as he tries to collect all the memories of everything you said from the first encounter.
“If you’re who she likes, yeah I guess… I’m not sure how it works in her head, she got me a few years ago…” Mr. Malik admits before breaking their gaze and looking over at you, and Harry can’t stop himself from doing it also. “You know, it really did catch me off guard when I found out about what she did first semester.”
Harry’s fingers curl in on themselves from hearing the truth. So it was all true, you did try to seduce a teacher, that’s why you’re at this school. That’s why you play this game with him, because you like this attention… you like having your way with the people you desire, you’re so dirty bunny.
“I didn’t know that,” He says, with hands crossing over his chest as he now leans against the brick wall. The relevance of the news has Mr. Malik turning, his eyebrows furrowed with a cheesy grin.
“Really?” He says with a shake of his head, body relaxing next to the teacher.
“I also didn’t know about you… I mean, being her father and all.”
“Step.” He emphasizes giving a pointed look, and Harry nods his head in acknowledgement.
“Yes, step-father.” He confirms before whistling weakly.
Your lies are finally spread out for the both of them to see. It really took today for him to see past everything and get the real information about you that he really wanted, the one he’s been seeking from the beginning.
His mind is a whirlwind of emotions and memories of what you both shared in such little time. “It’s only you, I’m serious sir.” Those were your words, said with such purity he believed you. But now it’s so clear how you like to be shared, how you like to be passed around for everyone.
Harry thought all this time that what you really needed was mentorship, soon that turned into some well deserved attention, but now, he thinks he sees your true intentions, the real reason why your eyes glimmer with happiness every time.
“I purpose we make some changes to her game,” Mr. Malik remarks, his white teeth showing as his lips stretch, and Harry can’t help but nod in agreement.
“I think we should make some new rules.”
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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...
Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N
Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)
Wordcount: 3.7k
A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅
THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE
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Hands.
His were artful,
Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.
The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.
The hands of a lover,
Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.
I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.
I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”
“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”
My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”
“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”
“Thanks,��� I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”
He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”
While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.
I was a Product Design student.
Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.
In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.
None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.
That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.
This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.
His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.
I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.
He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.
That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.
“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”
He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.
I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”
Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…
Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.
I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.
“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”
“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”
My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”
I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”
The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”
He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.
“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”
“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”
He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”
I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”
“I’m 27, you?”
“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”
His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”
“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”
“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”
“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”
I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”
“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”
“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”
“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”
I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”
“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop. Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.
“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”
His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”
“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”
“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”
He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”
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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.
I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.
We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.
“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…
I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.
“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”
“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.
“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”
The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”
“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”
“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”
“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”
“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”
“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”
“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”
“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”
“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”
I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”
Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”
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love me tomorrow
summary - you and Harry are high-school teachers and he loves you. the only issue is; you're a married woman
warnings: domestic abuse/violence - both emotional and physical, swearing, it’s very much a hurt/comfort piece. this is pretty heavy going and i need you all to know that abuse isn't okay, and i hope that you reach out to people if you need to. if you ever need a simple friend, for literally whatever reason, i'm always here! xx
pairing: teacher!harry x teacher!reader
word count: +13.8k
Life had been good to you. For the most part.
Life had given you a wholesome family who supported your every choice - even the drastic ones like choosing to live in Namibia for a year. Life had given you an incredible education, leading you on to a fulfilling life of educating the new generations. Life had given you so much love. Life had given you a healthy body and mind which you'd always cherished, up until recently.
Finding 'the one' in your life isn't supposed to be an easy road, but you were challenged with the hardest of them all.
Rodger Cassidy.
The name of the man who has made life feel meaningless and you feel worthless.
That night you believed you'd met your soulmate.
That night you believed you'd met your soulmate.
Until you realised you hadn't.
After two years of being together he popped the question - you thinking that he'd taken long enough. Now, though, maybe he hadn't.
Rodger, or Ro as you started to nickname him, was the sweetest. He always drove you to work and back. He always made you a coffee in the mornings. He always stayed up late if you were out with the girls. But then it all changed and you never understood why. Whether it was something creeping up on him from his past, the stresses of every day life or troubles with his family you just didn't know. All you knew it that you were the one he'd take his stress and anger out on at the end of the day.
The world had become a lot smaller since meeting Ro, both emotionally and physically. At first he stopped you from going abroad, saying that you didn't have the money to be wasting away on abroad luxuries anymore - but it was perfectly okay for him to be spending on gambling and alcohol instead. Then he cut you off from your friends and family, having texted them a long message explaining how they weren't suitable company anymore - but you were allowed to be friends with his druggie friends. Last, was not letting you out of the house unless he was with you or for work.
Never did you think that you would feel so trapped, but here you were.
Obviously you had put your foot down, each time, standing up for yourself and explaining that it wasn't okay to take away your freedom and your love like this. You'd even tried escaping one night through the window, to go to your best friends birthday party, but he caught you - explaining that if he ever found you leaving him again he'd kill you. Each time you would do something he didn't like, it would result in a beating - which is why you are very hypersensitive.
It wasn't worth trying to be you anymore, you had to play by his rules now.
Your only chance of escape was work and it was the best 6 hours of your day.
Working at a primary school was the greatest decision of your life, even after marrying Ro. You'd worked there before marrying Ro and it was the one sense of normality that he let you keep from what you like to call your previous life.
The primary school had never been the end goal. You had really wanted to teach undergraduates at university, because your lectures at university were awful and you wanted to change the system. However, getting a job as a lecturer was a lot harder than you thought not having considered that you would need a PhD to do so. So primary school teaching it was and it was the best decision of your life.
You'd found an advert online for support staff at 'Snowdrops Primary School' and loved the sound of it. You instantly sent in your resume and within a week they'd gotten back to you, stating how impressed they'd been with your CV and wanted to call you in for a taster session. Upon arrival they had told you on the low that you'd already got the job, but that they had to ask you in for a taster session due to protocol. Engaging with the kids that day was a happiness that you'd never felt in your life. They were so care-free, yet so vulnerable, and you promised yourself that you'd help them become the best versions of themselves. At the end of the day you had a long meeting, which resulted in them congratulating you on your new job with them.
It still is the best thing to have happened to you.
Getting to see your students grow every day, and at such a young age, was something very special to you. Knowing that they would go home feeling that little bit smarter was something you prided yourself on. Whether it be they'd learnt how to add four and two together, whether they'd successfully learnt how to spell their name or whether they'd managed to colour in a picture in between the lines, you were proud of all of them.
You taught a class of 14 and they were the best people in your life.
"You better be ready at 4:30pm Y/N. I'm going to be pissed if I have to come inside that stupid school and find you, again." Ro spat at you as he pulled up outside the school.
"O-okay." You answered quietly.
Before you could open the door he grabbed your wrist tightly, making you wince at how harsh it was. You couldn't escape from his grip if you tried though, his hand being tighter than a leather belt.
"Really pissed, so i'd be careful if I were you." He threatened.
You really couldn't deal with him today.
Escaping the car as quickly as possible you made your way swiftly in to the building. As you passed students you would say hello and good mornings, just as they would to you. Your class' students were already sat at their desks waiting for you, greeting you with a chorus of mornings as you said hello to them all.
The day went quite well actually, considering the awful morning you'd had. Rodger had "accidentally" pushed you down the last few stairs, making you land on your ankle in a, not so, funny way and bruising the entirety of your hip. It was as if someone had got purple paint and splatted it all over your left side. It hurt to sit down for reasons you didn't understand and then stand back up - so you did a lot of your teaching standing up today.
Luckily for you, you'd gotten quite good at hiding the pain over the years and so no one really questioned why there was an ever so slight limp in you left ankle, or why you kept on running a hand protectively over your left side.
On Friday's your class and Harry’s class would come together to do arts and crafts in the afternoon. Strictly, you weren't supposed to and instead were supposed to be coming together for additional maths or english lessons, but you and Harry thought that was a bit harsh on a Friday afternoon. After much persuasion you and Harry, collaboratively, managed to convince the head teacher to let the children's creativity flow instead hence creating an artistry period.
Harry’s students were a mixed class too, but his class were a little more rowdy than yours which you suspected had something to do with Harrys extroverted personality, compared to your introverted one. Your class were a lot more tranquil, but you weren't complaining.
They were your calm away from the storm.
This particular afternoon you had asked the kids to make an artefact for someone that meant a lot to them. Some inspiration you'd given was perhaps a card for your mum or maybe a name badge for a pet. It could be anything. Then on Monday, after they'd given their artefact to whoever, they would write a sentence or two about the reaction of the gift receiver.
You were currently sat with Hallie, one of your quietest students, and one whom you saw yourself in, working on her artefact. You were surprised when she'd asked whether she was allowed to make an artefact for Harry, or Mr Styles to her, but you told her as long as she gave it to him with a good enough reason then there was no problem there.
"What are you two mischiefs up to?" Harry asked, coming to sit down on the chair opposite you both, whilst you two continued to giggle.
"No Mr Styles! You can't see. Mrs Cassidy and I are painting for you." Hallie exclaimed, covering her little arms over the art that you'd been working on. Harry leant back against the chair, arms up in defence and looked at you instead of Hallie and her present.
"Sorry! Sorry Hallie. You both painted it though? For me?" Harry smirked, knowing he would tease you for this later - or maybe not when he finds out what it is. You squinted your eyes at him, already knowing his devious plot against you. You knew him too well for him to let this go.
"Yes, Mr Styles." Hallie nodded her head, glancing upwards to make sure Harry wasn't cheating. She looked up to see him watching you instead, noticing the sparkle in his eyes she saw in her own mum and dads. "It was Mrs Cassidy's idea to paint it, otherwise it would still be not colourful." She added, picking up a different paintbrush to use a different colour. Her grammar wasn't technically correct, but you hadn't learnt about sentence structure yet so neither of you felt the need to correct her.
"Mrs Cassidy?" You heard Jada shout politely from the other side of the room. She had her hand patiently waiting in the air and you felt slightly guilty over how long she'd been sat there waiting for you. You had been too caught up with Harry that you didn't even notice.
"I'm coming Jada." You shouted back, not wanting to have the full conversation with her from opposite ends of the classroom.
You got up from the chair you'd been sat in, wincing slightly from the shooting pain in your hip, and pointed you fore-fingers from your eyes to point at Harry, threatening him that you were watching him and that he better not try and persuade Hallie to show him his present if you weren't there. Harry held his hands up to you, which made you felt better about leaving. However, you didn't feel good about the concerned look in his eyes from when you'd stood up.
Jada put her hand down when you finally came over and started to help her with a glue problem she was having. Apparently Dennis, the boy sat next to her, and from Harry’s class no surprise, had glued her hands together for fun, but it had turned out to be stickier glue than they both expected. At least it wasn't superglue.
The class continued for an hour before you slowly wrapped up, letting some people showcase their artefacts. Dennis showed his name tag that he'd made for his pet fish, who was named after a certain clownfish from a beloved Disney movie - although it was written as the alternative spelling of 'Neemow'. Parker showed the snowflake that he'd made for his mum, with the help of Harry's cutting expertise.
It wasn't until after class, during the last recreational play time outside before the end of the day, that Hallie gave her artefact away.
"Mr Styles?" Hallie asked, holding her piece of art behind her back. You and Harry were tidying away the trays of colouring pencils, pens, glues and scissors back in to their assigned drawers.
"Hello Hallie." Harry stopped what he was doing and crouched down, seeing as he was a lot taller than her. He knew she had something to give her, since she'd been antsy about him seeing her art all afternoon.
"My gift is to you." She told him, swaying on the balls of her feet in nervous anticipation.
You watched the two interact as you filed away the paper into the correct trays, pushing the chairs firmly under the tables as you did so.
"Well thank you." Harry said gratefully, before even receiving it. Even if you didn't understand the reasoning behind the piece of art Hallie had created, you did know that Harry would get emotional over it.
Hallie cautiously moved her arms around front and presented her small token to Harry. She looked at him carefully, studying every facial expression carefully to see how well she'd done - or how badly. Harry was taken aback by the small, yet significant, gesture. It shouldn't have made Harry feel the way it did, but he could feel the tears starting to form in his eyes.
It was a medal.
Not just any medal though. Not a 'Number 1 teacher' or anything like that. It was a medal that had come from the heart. It was a 'You're my hero' medal. Harry didn't quite understand what he'd done to deserve such a thing, but he definitely thought it was the sweetest thing he'd received in a long time. He never expected to create such an impression on a student - especially one that he didn't even specifically teach.
"Do you like it?" Hallie asked, needing some sort of validation to know that her efforts weren't all for nothing. You knew that even if it were the ugliest looking thing in the world Harry would love it all the same. He would never have a bad word to say.
"Hallie I love it. Thank you, but what is it for?" He asked, making you listen extra carefully to her next words.
"Well it says you're my hero, because you made Mrs Cassidy smile the other day when she was upset."
Hallie's words made you freeze. You, thankfully, weren't holding anything to drop on the floor to create a ruckus. You were shocked, completely. You were glad you didn't have to say anything to her right now because your whole mind had shut down.
It baffled you that a girl of five years old could tell that you were upset. You had been upset, but you didn't realise it was that obvious. You started to feel a little guilty for making Hallie witness your dark moments. What made up for it was the fact that she'd noticed that Harry was there to make you feel better. She did the thanking on behalf of you both. Technically she had said that it was being made from both of you, but you never knew you were helping because of that reasoning.
This was hitting you hard.
"Wow. That's very kind of you. I'll keep it with me always." Harry promised.
"Thanks Mr Styles." You wanted to believe that she was thanking him in reply to his words, but you felt that she was thanking him on a deeper level - as if thanking him for making you smile.
More of the conversation occurred between them, but you were too lost in your own mind to hear them. You'd stopped putting away the equipment and were instead staring outside, looking up at the darkening clouds.
"You okay?" You hear Harry’s voice swoon around you. You looked to the side of you and gave him a half-hearted smile, nodding your head since no words were able to form yet. "Hey, you can smile better than that. I would know." He proudly held up the medal for you to see, which made you genuinely laugh. "Didn't get this medal for nothing, Y/N/N."
You smiled to yourself, knowing you were beyond blessed to have this man in your life.
•••••
Life wasn't so blessed at home, however.
Luckily for you, you'd made it on time to meet Rodger, but unluckily it still didn't mean you were in the clear tonight.
Tonight was game night, which was the worst. Rodger would be always watch the footie with a bottle of beer, or seven, in one hand and a blunt in the other. These were some of the worst nights, because all the drugs and alcohol he took would never hit him until later on in the evening and that's when his rough side came out.
You wished you could prevent the inevitable, but it was just impossible.
Rodger had removed all the locks from the doors, bar the front door and back door, so you couldn't blockade him from you. You did that once, locking yourself in the bathroom, but when he broke down the door and found you in the bathtub he punched you so hard you passed out - you didn't wake until 14 hours later. He hadn't even taken you to hospital.
There were times, one game night, where his mates would come around. When that was the case you were absolutely degraded. He made you wear short, and tight, skirts, along with crop tops that were just exposed for too much, and serve them all beers and cigarettes throughout the evening. If you were well behaved, which had only happened once, then he let you go to bed early, otherwise he would openly hit you in-front of his friends. You thought that one of them might've helped, but they all just laughed - or joined in. It was those times when you wished you were never born.
He is nothing more than a monster.
"Y/N?" You heard Rodger shout from down the corridor. "Y/N!" He shouted louder, not even giving you two seconds before replying.
"Coming." You calmly replied back. You'd learnt that if you shouted back then it would make everything so much worse. One time, because he knew you were just taking the hits and not fighting back he got bored and let you be for the rest of the evening - he made up for the lack of abuse the next day though.
You walked down the hallway, a fresh cold beer in hand, and in to the lounge. He was sat, in the scruffiest of clothes and untidied beard, in his usual chair watching Tottenham play Sheffield United. He didn't even support either team so you didn't understand why he had to watch it - especially if it made his anger worse.
"Fucking took your time." Was his response for you giving him his new beer. No thanks given.
You're welcome, honey.
"Sorry, it won't happen again." You apologised, leaving your head to hang low. He hated when you looked at him if he wasn't speaking directly to you - something about you gross eyes staining his image. "Anything else?" You asked, just wanting to leave.
"Yeah, actually. You're staying home next Monday because the lads and I are watching the Seven Nations." He told you without a care in the world for your schedule. Did he realise you were holding down a full-time job as a teacher, which meant you worked on the weekdays?
"But i'm working then?" You questioned, thinking that maybe he'd meant to say Sunday instead - well more like hoping.
"Well you're fucking not." He dumbly said in reply.
"Ro, I have a full-time job. Can't you find someone else?" You offered, slightly annoyed that you were going to have to take time off work just to be humiliated in front of his loser friends. It just wasn't fair. You wanted to be in school, safe, with your wonderful students and your amazing co-staff (but mainly Harry).
"Are you fucking saying no to me?" Rodger asked, pausing the game to look up at you. Oh, this wasn't good. Nice going, Y/N...
"No, well, I mean—" You didn't know what to say to make this situation better, but you only knew of one way this night was ending.
"You said no. Didn't you?," He tauntingly asked, "and don't lie to me, bitch." He gritted through his teeth making your heart beat faster with anxiety. You really didn't have a way out of this tonight. Sometimes, as gross and disgusting as it was and made you feel, you could persuade him over with sex, but it was a last resort in case you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. You knew that using your body like that was wrong, but sometimes it was the only way of making him stop.
"Sorry, Ro." You quietly speak.
"Sorry? You're fucking sorry? No you aren't, but you will be." He stood up from his chair and made his way over to you. You backed up a bit before getting pulled back to Rodger with his strong grip. You let out a gasp as he pulled you, feeling very manhandled - literally.
"I am Ro, I am." You pleaded, knowing that you would be sore tomorrow. Before you could protest anymore a deafening strike sounded and it only took seconds for the stinging in your cheek to strengthen, and become excruciatingly painful. You wanted to cry but you knew this wouldn't be the worst of your evening and thought it would be easier if you cried later, knowing Ro would only go harder if he saw the pain he was causing.
"Shut the hell up and stay fucking quiet." He awarded you with another hit to the same spot he had only done a minute ago - but harder. This bruise would be a hard one to clean and cover up.
You don't remember how much longer he carried on for, but he didn't stop until you'd collapsed to the floor begging him to stop. You were so tired and exhausted that you got the point where you couldn't even physically beg him to stop.
At the end of the night you ended up with a bleeding and bruised cheek, a possible broken rib and no more tears left to cry, with hopes that things may get better soon.
•••••
Two weeks later, and a little more black and blue, it was another Friday.
Fridays were always your favourite, not necessarily because you had the weekend within reach but because your class and Harrys class got to mix - meaning you got to see Harry without excuse.
This Friday you had been learning a bit of music. Harry thought that the creative arts worked hand in hand with music, as it was often the inspiration for a lot of famous pieces, and brought it onto the curriculum. The children got to mess around with triangles, ukuleles, bongos and recorders, however you took the recorders away when you soon realised you would rather be deaf than listen to them play any more.
Bless them for trying, but no.
It was coming towards the end of the session now and the students were starting to become tireder, which is exactly what you'd expect towards the end of the day. They were all sat quietly at the front of the room, on the carpeted floor, waiting for further instructions from their teachers. It was nice to see them sat with people across classes, because it meant that they were sociable and weren't sticking to people who they were comfortable and familiar with.
Hallie was sat with Henry, who was from Harrys class. They kind of reminded you of you and Harry - Hallie being the quiet introvert and Henry being the loving extrovert. They got along well and you wouldn't be surprised if they end up in a 'best-friends-since-childhoood' relationship when they grow up.
As you finished collecting in the last of the sheet music that you'd been practicing off you noticed someones hand go up from the corner of your eye. Harry seemed to have it under control, however.
"Yes, Dora. What can I do for you?" He asked, which enabled to put her hand back down. Dora was from his class.
"Mr Styles? Do you think you could play the guitar for us?" Dora asked politely. Before Harry could answer there was a sweet chorus of gasps and agreements from all of the children - even Hallie.
"Oh I don't know." Harry brushed it off, feeling slightly self conscious to play in front of you. You knew that he could play the guitar, because you saw him often transferring it from his car to his classroom. You would be strongly lying if you said you didn't dream about him playing the guitar for you. You could only imagine the angelic voice he had too.
"Please Mr Styles." Dora encouraged him, using her best puppy-dog eyes to persuade him.
"Yeah, go on Mr Styles." You chimed in, surprising Harry. He smirked and shook his head at you, pretending to give you the evil eyes. You knew that with you joining in he would definitely play for you all.
"Oh alright then." Harry huffed as if it was a chore, but you knew that we was very excited to be playing for you all - especially you. He picked up his guitar and threaded his head through the guitar strap - the same one he'd painted in a Friday afternoon art class once. The back of his guitar was covered in artistic stickers that his class had designed, but if you looked closely you would see your name amongst them - engraved by using a threading needle. He'd told you he wanted your name more permanent than everyone elses'.
He strummed once or twice before turning to Dora.
"What would you like me to play, Dora, since you asked for this?" He asked. You knew Harry was musically gifted and it wouldn't take him long to figure out the chords for any song. He loved playing anything by The Beatles, that much you knew, but you were sure he'd give anything a go if he tried hard enough.
"Um.." Dora looked up to the ceiling as if it would give her inspiration, before answering, "I like that one you performed the other day." She vaguely answered.
"Do you remember what is was called?" Harry asked, tuning his guitar whilst he waited patiently.
"I think it was called 'hello there delly-a'." She answered, which caused Harry to look at her with confusion. He was normally good at interpreting what children meant when they didn't really know how to say things, but this was out of his expertise.
"Erm—" Harry got tongue tied over his words.
"Do you mean 'Hey There Delilah', Dora?" You stepped in for Harry, after silently chuckling at how lost he'd looked.
"Yes, yes, please." Dora excitedly nodded her head at you, before turning back to face Harry expectantly.
"Oh okay." Harrys face was one of sudden realisation, winking at you in thanks for helping, before he started playing the infamous melody. "Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City..."
•••••
For the longest time all you could think about was the dreams of becoming a dancer.
You had ballet and tap classes when you were little, probably up until you were twelve years old, and then you decided it was uncool to dance anymore and so quit. You were really good though, so it was stupid of you to have quit. It didn't matter though because Rodger would've just made you quit anyways.
That's why on another particular, late, Friday afternoon you found yourself on the green roof of the school. Up here was your safe space - where you knew you were out of reach from Rodger, but also away from the watching eyes of staff and students.
It was a place to feel free.
You took care of the plants up here for the caretaker, Mike, knowing he had enough on his hands already than to take extra care of these greens. It was a personal garden of eden paradise up here. You were very proud of it. You'd come up here, this afternoon, to water the plants, but the rain showers had decided that they'd do it for you today - not that you were complaining because it saved you a job.
You were under a small sheltered area of the roofed area, attending to your nursery of baby plants, containing sunflowers, roses and tulips to name but a few, on the other side of the roof to the door. You had The 1975s music playing in the background, wanting to fill the void of emptiness with soul-filling music. It had started to rain when you were on the other side of the roof and now you were contemplating waiting the rain out. You did have to be downstairs in time for Rodger to pick you up though, otherwise it wouldn't end well.
"Y/N?" You heard your name called across the roof and you had to squint a bit to see who it was through the pellets of rain.
"Harry?" You asked back, checking it was him and your eyes weren't deceiving him.
"What are you doing out here?" He shouted, from where he was stood protected under the frame of the door. He had his arm over his eyes to stop the rain from blowing in to them.
"Gardening." You replied.
"Of course you are." Harry muttered under his breath, but you swore you heard every syllable as it was carried in the wind.
"Come look." You gestured your arm for him to come and have a look at your babies. You plants were currently fertilising and producing their own children, and you though there was something so organically beautiful about watching it. They were so delicate, yet so clever - which you felt resembled you in way and Harry would strongly agree.
Harry ran over to you, not taking a second to question how drenched he was about to become. If it meant he got to spend some extra time with you, putting an extra smile on your face then he would run in the rain all of the time. He felt blessed to have moments like this with you.
"I can't believe I just ran through the bastard rain just to see your plants." Harry rolled his eyes when he was next to you.
"Well thank you, I guess." You laughed, taking in his drowned rat appearance. He pulled it off nicely actually.
"Yeah, too right." Harry sarcastically added, making you sport a harmless smile.
The music cut to the next song and you instantly gasped. It was your favourite song of all time. It was a very sad song, but one that you related to on a lot of levels. You felt as if the musician was speaking out to you solely, which is why it was crowned your number one.
The Most Beautiful Things - Tenille Townes
You didn't say anything but just grabbed Harry's hand and ran out into the rain with him.
"Y/N? What the fu—"
"Oh shut up and live a little Harry." You told him off, not wanting him to ruin this moment with his wingeing. You kept ahold of his hand and pulled him closer than you both thought professional. His chest was touching yours and you could hear his heart beat through his chest.
"What are you up to?" Harry asked, absolutely soaked through from the rain now. No doubt you looked even worse than him because of your longer hair.
"We're going to dance." You proudly stated, the raindrops coating your eyelids.
"Oh I don't think so." Harry attempted to pull away but not so hard that he'd pull you over with him. Part of him didn't pull too hard, as well, because he wanted to dance and embarrass himself in front of you. He knew of your passion for dance and anything that he did was going to be shameful compared to you.
"Just come here. I'll lead. It'll be fine." You assured him, knowing that everyone had a little rhythm in them somewhere. He was a musician, also, so surely he knew how to feel the beat and go with the flow.
He was a terrible dancer.
You'd seen bad dancers and then there was Harry. He had two left feet, no doubt about it, but he tried bless him. Normally it was custom for the gentleman to lead the woman, but this time it was the other way round. You didn't mind and Harry didn't either. He was enjoying being near you, whilst he watched you enjoy yourself dancing.
The waltz wasn't an easy dance, but you'd never met someone who couldn't get the hang of it as much as Harry didn't. It was endearing, really.
"I haven't danced in so long, this is amazing!" You laughed, swallowing down some raindrops as you spoke.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself - even if I have probably broken just about every bone in your foot." Harry was laughing because you were, feeling terribly awful for stepping on your feet so much. A few minor bruises were, wrongly, not that important nowadays.
"No you haven't," you rolled your eyes before smirking, "you've just broken the left ones." You cleverly replied, knowing that he'd been stepping on your left foot more than your right.
"Oh god, don't tell me that." He shook his head, feeling even worse than he had before - although he knew that you were only messing with him he still couldn't help but feel bad. Maybe he should offer you some ice for your feet?
"Just need a bit more practice, that's all." You tell him, after coughing from a mouthful of accidental rainwater.
"Well I already have a good teacher." Harry was quick to respond, and if you knew better you would've caught on that he was flirting with you. You missed his subtle hint at a second, or even a third, dance lesson with you, but he wasn't too disheartened because he knew you were just that blindingly oblivious.
You looked up at him in awe of his words. It meant a lot to you to be told you were a good teacher, because that in turn meant you were a good dancer. You were looking deep in to Harrys eyes, finding them the most beautiful emerald gems that you'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Rodgers were supposed to be green, but you never saw them for anything other than a terrifying black so it was nice to see the green again - even it was on someone different. Harry's shone brighter than Rodger's ever could. The rain trickling over his eye lids helped reflect that jade green that you were so infatuated with.
His lips were so entrancing.
You took your eyes off his hypnotic eyes for only a second to look at his lips, and now you couldn't look away. They were like a drug. They looked liked the softest, most sweetest tasting, lips you'd ever been lucky enough to see. You leant in slowly, his lips having an invisible magnetic pull on them that you couldn't escape. You were so close that you could taste his minty breath on the tips of your tastebuds. You couldn't care less about Rodger in that moment, knowing he would never know, but you did care about Harry.
You cared for him a lot, which is why after ghosting his lips for a little while you were thankful that your phone vibrated in your pocket. You closed your eyes in regret of not taking it any further with Harry, but knowing it was the right thing to do. Wasn't it?
"Excuse me a moment." You felt guilty for cutting Harry off mid-dance, and near-kiss, even though he said that is was perfectly fine, still standing amidst the torrential rain, but this was probably important. In fact you knew it was important, because the only contact on your phone was Rodger. You took it out and read it carefully.
Rodger: Going to the pub now. Get ready for it bad later.
You cursed yourself for being so stupid. This morning Rodger had threatened you, again, that he wouldn't go easy on you if you were later - and now that's exactly what you were. How had you let yourself so carelessly slip up? Of course you wouldn't have changed a moment of what just happened with Harry, even if it meant your abuse would be less. The time spent with Harry was something you really cherished and you weren't willing to give up your source of happiness just yet.
"What is it? Everything okay?" Harry asked, noticing how your face had paled since reading your phone.
"Just my husband telling me he's coming home soon. I should probably get going." You told Harry, feeling bad that you were just leaving him after such a wonderful afternoon. He made you feel alive through the dark days. He brought light to the endlessly inky tunnel. He added that bit of sparkle in your monotonous life.
"Oh, yeah, no problem." Harry nodded, standing back to create a bit of distance between you. The air felt a bit thicker from the tension that both of you were creating.
"Thanks for dancing with me, Harry." You genuinely smiled at him, because he had managed to make you feel carefree for the first time in a long while. It was rare nowadays for you to have a joyous moment in your life, but instead it was filled with fists to the jaw, scratches to the skin and kicks to the gut.
"Thanks for the dance lesson." He responded, laughing as he remembered how terribly he had just danced. You were surprised he hadn't broken and ankle or a wrist with the way he had been moving his limbs. He was like an elegant spider, is the best way you could describe it.
"Rain-check?" You asked mischievously, looking down at your soaked through sun-dress.
"Think it's a little late for that now, love." Harry let out a bellowing laugh as you had spoken, before answering with his own witty comeback.
"At least you aren't walking home in it." You joked, holding open the door for him to let you both back inside the building. You didn't expect him to be so closely following, but it felt nice. Rodger, although being physically close to you when he was mistreating you, never was actually close to you. He never hugged you. He never held you close at night. He was just there. Having Harry so close to you, in an affectionate way, was a warm feeling that you wished could last forever.
"Hold on. You're walking home in this?" Harry stopped you suddenly by grabbing lightly on your arm. He had placed his hand so tactically though. He had placed it between two, rather large, bruises on your upper arm. You didn't understand how he'd missed both of them, but he had. Even when he held you though, it was very soft that it wouldn't be leaving any marks of his own.
"Don't remind me! But yes." You answered, rolling your eyes to the heavens for letting your days always turning out the worst.
"Absolutely not." Harry scrunched his face up in disgust.
"W-what?" You stuttered, thinking you'd made him angry and your mind automatically working out the worst situation that could happen here. You were pissed at yourself for even thinking that Harry would harm you in such a way, but it was unfortunately just how your mind was wired now.
"I'm going to drive you home. I'm not letting you walk home in these showers - no way." He commented. pointing to the window where you could barely see 10 metres because of how heavy the rain was. You were about to argue with him about how you would be "fine", but he beat you to it. "And i'm not taking no for an answer."
He smugly walked off towards the teachers staff room. You were left stunned for a moment before realising that he'd been so kind to offer you a ride home. You ran down the corridor, trying to catch up with him, before accidentally slipping from your wet heels and going flying down on to the floor. It shocked you at first, rolling on to your side to groan to try and ease the winded parts of your body.
Harry must've heard you thump on the floor because you could hear his shoes running back to you, whilst trying not to slip himself.
"Y/N!" He shouted, not being able to see your face to know if you were even conscious. You immediately felt his knees at your side, probably apprehensive of touching you incase you were severely hurt. "Y/N, shit, can you hear me? Y/N/N, hey?" You could hear the panic in your voice and you started to feel sorry for him.
That's when you rolled back onto your back laughing. You had been silently chuckling to yourself the entire time, finding the humour in such an embarrassing situation. Now you felt bad for Harry who had actually been concerned for you.
You couldn't stop laughing and Harry looked stunned.
"You little—" Harry started but never finished, wiping his top lip in frustration. When you didn't stop laughing though it began to become contagious and Harry was soon laughing too.
"I'm sorry!" You continued to laugh through your words.
"You're such an ass." Harry shook his head, holding out a hand for you to take in order to get you back to your feet.
"Yes, a definite bruised ass." You agreed, adding a compulsory, and very truthful, adjective in there. Harry didn't give you any visible sympathy, though, because he was pretending to be pissed off at you for pranking him. In reality you were too winded and caught up in the giggles to realise how concerned you'd made Harry.
"Well let's get you and your bruised ass home." He held onto your hand as he lead you down the hallway to get changed, before going to his car to head home.
•••••
After much deliberation on the way here, you'd decided that you were going to invite Harry to come inside. Your only problem was if Rodger came home early. You knew he would be at the pub right now, boozing himself up for later on when he comes home and treats you to his fist. If you ever accidentally missed his curfews or deadlines your punishment would ten times worse - and so with that thought in mind you needed someone to be with you right now.
Not just anyone though - just Harry.
"Please come in and try to make yourself as comfortable as possible." You say, knowing full well that it would be impossible for him to do so.
"Oh I don't need to intrude, Y/N. Just needed to make sure you got back okay." Harry spoke from outside your front door. His hands were stuffed in his pockets to keep them toasty warm from the cold - which wasn't helped by the fact you'd just danced in the rain. You could already see his little button nose turning pink from the icy weather.
"You're not intruding, Harry. In fact, I could do with the company right now." You kept latched to the door, not shutting it until he was inside your property. He could tell, from the shakiness of your voice, that you needed him and he was more than willing to be there for you.
It was very dark inside your house, only having one or two lights you could turn on because Rodger was very adamant on keeping the electricity bill low- mainly so he had money left over at the end of the month to pay for drugs or cigarettes. Alcohol he would just ask you for any money you had left in your purse. You wished you could use that money to spend on a dance class down the road, or even treat yourself to that pretty summer dress, but instead it was wasted on Jack Daniels or Disaronno.
"Your house is... sweet?" Harry asked rather than stated, as he made his way inside, making you laugh at him because you knew he was lying.
"It's a pig sty, Harry, is what you meant to say." You spoke for him, which earned a laugh back out of him.
"What?" Harry dragged out the word sarcastically, moving to follow you around the house. You stepped in to the lounge warily, just in case Rodger had decided to make a surprise appearance home. You let out a relieved sigh to not see him in his usual arm chair.
"Please." You pointed to one of the more comfortable sofas, not wanting him the displeasure of having him sit down where the springs would bounce beneath your bottom. They were so uncomfortable, but that's all you can afford when your monthly income is spent on illegal substances.
"Thanks." He smiled the best he could, given he was quite literally in the shittiest shithole to ever exist. From the outside he was prepared to be impressed, if not even a little jealous, but those were far from the feelings he was surrounded by right now. His main feelings were weighted towards his sorriness for you. You deserved so much more than this.
"Apologies for the exercise books everywhere." You were behind on marking the kids books, but you were planning on doing it later on tonight - after Rodger was done with you.
"I'm exactly the same, don't worry about it." He chuckled back.
After sitting in silence for a moment or two you noticed a small book in his pocket, only big enough to fit in there. It was tattered and had various drawings on the skin of it. He'd definitely had it a while and then some years. You wished that you'd kept a diary throughout your years, you'd be able to look back in the future and see whether life had changed. You hoped it would change, because you didn't think you had it in you to live many more years in this life.
"What's the notebook for?" You asked, trying to start up the conversation again.
"Oh... it's nothing." Harry fumbled to choose his words, which made you believe he was hiding something - a technique you were well aware of because you used it all the time. You'd hidden many things from Rodger using that technique.
"Harry," you gave him a sarcastic look, "come on." You laughed, not understanding what was so secretive about it. Maybe it was a book of his daily calorie intake? Maybe it was just a general diary? Maybe, but hopefully unlikely, it was a list of people he'd murdered? For someone who didn't watch the TV, you sure were paranoid of the fantasy malarky.
"Y/N honestly, it's nothing." Harry sighed, trying his hardest to shove it away so you'd have one less reason to think about.
"Harry. It seriously can't be that bad." You rolled your eyes at him to catch him gulp nervously. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, making you feel a lot more paranoid than you had been two seconds ago.
"You don't need to know what's in it." Harry explained cautiously, choosing his words carefully. His secrecy and closed off behaviour reminded you a lot of Rodger. Rodger would never give you a straight answer, and you were never allowed to know anything more than he let you. You didn't know anything more about his side of the family since you last saw them at your wedding. You knew nothing about the bills that were being paid for the house and taxes. Rodger was completely restrictive of the knowledge he gave you and you only prayed that Harry wouldn't be the same.
Harry was nothing like Rodger, though.
"No Harry. I-I want to know what's in it." You shakily pointed towards the little notebook, starting to tear up now, that he'd tried to stuff back in his pocket away from your view. "Please."
"Y/N I don't think that—" Harry tried to reason with you, but he knew better than for you to give up that easily. You were a fighter and that was something he greatly admired about you.
"Just l-let me see." You lurched across the sofa towards him and grabbed the little leather bound book from his pockets. He hadn't managed to push it all the way back in, so it made it easier for you to take. Technically this was stealing and invading someones privacy, but you had a gut feeling that the contents of the book had something to do with you. You didn't know whether that settled you or made you feel uneasy, but you were going to find out.
"Y/N—" Harry sighed, giving up on trying to fight against you.
It was time for you to know that he knew. It was time for this to end. It was time.
You sat in silence as you cautiously opened the book, undoing the small straw tie there was to open it. Your shaky hands stumbled upon opening it, making you drop it on to the floor and ended up with you mumbling an apology to Harry - something you knew was unnecessary but had gotten in to the habit of because of Rodger.
You turned to the first page and were met with something you were slightly taken aback by, not because it outrageous but because it was unexpected. Harry had kept the little medal that you, and Hallie, had drawn and coloured for him. The little badge that told him that he was both your heroes - well, he was definitely yours.
"You kept it?" You asked quietly, your tears falling more silently now, dumbfounded that he'd kept it.
"Of course I did. You told me I was your hero so obviously I had to keep the badge as proof." He smiled and spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why is it in your notebook?" You asked, still in love with the fact he'd kept such, what you believed to be, and insignificant piece of coloured-in paper. You looked from the piece of paper to Harry, frowning when you noticed the sadness within his eyes.
"I use it as a bookmark." He gulped, making you feel heavy amount of nerves weigh on your shoulders.
"F-for what?" You hiccuped over your words. He didn't respond, letting you find out for yourself.
He looked down at the book and you could see tears start to form in his eyes. He looked scared, even more than you probably did, which worried you. You turned your watery eyes towards the notebook, preparing to turn the page. You let out a shaky breath and felt Harry move closer to you - your kneecap now touching his. The paper felt delicate between your fingers - kind of how you were feeling, as if you touched it too hard it would fall apart. Then you finally turned the page, letting a frown settle on your face as you read it to tried and understand.
Monday 9th January
You first read; the day in which you went back to school after the Christmas holidays.
•Limping - could be pulled muscle or maybe twisted ankle?
•Slight bruising on lower forearm
•Scratch on side of neck
It was beginning to make sense what Harry was keeping a note of.
•Sore throat - potentially from shouting??
•Total smiles = IIII.
You couldn't read anymore because you had started sobbing without realising. Harry was keeping a check on how you were every day and every single thing he could pin down that was not okay with you. He wasn't picking out your physical flaws, but instead your physical mistreatment. He knew and you hadn't said anything to him. You'd only read one entry, but you were sure there was one for every day - including today. You needed to truly know.
"H-how many?" You choked out, your sobs coming out heavy and loud. You noticed how Harry was now cradling you, rocking you back and forth. Your mind was in so many places that you were having a hard time focusing in on what was presently happening around you.
You felt safe though. His arms made you feel protected, like if Rodger now walked through the door, which was still a possibility, you would be perfectly fine. For once, you felt safe in your own home and that feeling alone made you emotional. Not in years had you felt this way and you didn't want the feeling to ever go away.
"Y/N I—"
"Harry, p-please." You cut him off, not wanting him to tiptoe around the subject. You'd let your guard down and you right now you were completely defenceless.
"There's two years worth of entires." Harry boldly stated, making you cry even more. You weren't crying because you were offended or angry at Harry. You weren't even crying because he'd known and hadn't reached out to you, because you knew that you would've never told him the truth. You were crying, however, because he was making you realise how much you'd been through and how long you'd suffered for. You were tired - so tired - and it took you seeing what was happening, written down on paper, for you to come to terms with that.
You couldn't do anything but cry. You finally had someone who knew and it felt amazing. All those sleepless nights wondering whether you'd even be alive in the morning. All those days when you'd thought about ending it yourself. All those days when you cried until you felt numb, just to soften the pain. All those days, were over. You knew Harry wouldn't let this carry on now - not over his dead body.
"You're okay." "You're safe." "I've got you." Were some of the phrases that Harry kept on repeating to you. He was adamant on helping you understand that nothing bad was going to come of you now that you had him by your side.
"I-i'm so-rry Ha—"
"Hey, no, no. I don't need an apology Y/N/N. I need you to be okay, okay? I need you understand that none of this is your fault. None of it. You are so special Y/N/N and you don't deserve any of this, okay? I need you to understand that I can no longer sit back and do nothing, but write in my notebook anymore, though, okay?" He spoke a lot of words and you found it within you to listen to every one of them. Some of them made your cry harder than others and some of them made you love him more than you already did.
"What d-do I do?" You asked, still buried against Harrys chest. He was still rocking you gently and kissing the top of your hair occasionally, reminding you that he was permanently here.
"You don't have to do anything, love, but just walk a little for me, okay?" He asked to which you nodded, letting a bunch of hiccups overtake your system momentarily.
"W-what if Ro-dger i-is—"
"Then i'm here. He won't come within a metre of you if I have anything to do with it. I promise." He pulled your head out of his chest and made you look at him, so you'd know that he was honest about protecting you with everything he had.
"O-okay." You nodded, weakly smiling in thanks of everything he was doing.
"Okay." Harry agreed. You shakily stood up, holding on to Harrys arm for support. Your body was so tired and you could feel your brain wanting to shut everything down so you could rest. You just had to keep everything going for a few more minutes and then you could finally let up. The idea of a warm, plush, bed with blankets to spare, right now, was all your heart was set on.
Harry took his arm around your waist to carefully walk you out of the house. You no longer wanted to label it as 'your house', because in reality it never had been and it never felt like it. You were ready to move from this shithole and on to something better.
After making it to Harrys car he strapped your seat belt in and made sure you were comfortable. He asked whether you needed or wanted anything from the house, but you explained that never had been anything there of yours. It was all crap furniture that you'd never want to see again and it wasn't like you'd been anywhere to keep ahold of souvenirs. You just needed your handbag and yourself. Harry made quick work of locking the house door and then running back to the car to get going.
"Can I-I sleep now?" You asked, pulling your jacket tighter around you, as Harry put his car in to reverse.
"Yes, love, you can sleep now."
The last memory you had was Harry pushing your hair out of your face before blacking out, feeling nothing but out of harm's way.
•••••
Harrys house was beautiful and you were glad you'd woken up in time to see it.
It was a little terraced house on a quaint road. The beautiful thing about the houses were they were painted in all different colours of the pastel rainbow. It started off as a soft-cherry red that lead into an apricot orange, that lead into a sherbet yellow, that continued all the way to a lavender. They definitely lived up to the name of the street they lived on "Rainbow Road". You thought it was genius.
Just before you were going to ask which one belonged to Harry he pulled up outside the sherbet yellow one. You would've guessed him to live in the apricot orange, but you were happily surprised. The yellow was a nice pick-me-up, filling you with so much joy you could burst.
"Wow." You gawked at the house from the insides of the car. You were expecting a four bedroom house with white picket fencing, maybe even a secret wife that he kept very, very, secret, but no. Harry lived in a smaller house than you, walls coated in a gentle lemon and in a neighbourhood that seemed as soft, and calm, as Harry was.
It was simply put; quite serene.
"You like it?" Harry asked, nervous tones in his voice. He hoped it was something a little brighter than you were used to.
"Harry, it's so charming," you turned your head from the house towards him, making him look right back at you, "a lot like its owner really." You blushed when you spoke, not having a clue where your confidence had come from.
"Oh really? Want to butter me up any more, love?" He teased you, taking your compliment and planting it permanently inside his mind. You'd called him charming and he would never shut up about it until the ends of time.
"N-no." You let out between giggles. You were at peace with yourself in this moment.
"You sure? I mean, i'll take all the compliments I can get to be honest." He put his hands up in defence, and you sat back to watch him own the moment. You rolled your eyes at his narcissism, before moving to let yourself out of the car. Harry followed swiftly, locking up his car before unlocking his front door.
After he'd turned the alarm off, he waited for you to enter before locking back up and ridding himself of his shoes. His house was quite chilly, which he apologised for as a result of leaving the heating off during the day when he's at work. You had no quarrel with that, finding his passion for the global green very considerate.
"Come through, please. I can put the kettle on if you want and maybe a biscuit of some kind. I have ginger nuts or custard creams if they appeal to you," whilst Harry took himself through to the kitchen you couldn't help but freeze up in the hallway, getting all teary eyed, "I have to say though my favourite biscuit would probably be—" Harry stopped when he walked back to see you crying. His heart dropped at the sight. Of course seeing anybody cry is a horrible sight to witness, but seeing you crew was almighty worse.
"Sorry, Harry," you shook your head in embarrassment, "it's just i'm quite overwhelmed at how lovely you are and the support you're willing to give me and it's all just quite a lot, sorry." You rambled, letting a few stray tears fall. If there were a competition for who could cry the most in 24 hours, you would win first place and then some more.
"Hey, no, it's completely fine. I should have been more sensitive, I apologise. We can just go and sit on the couch for a bit if you want?" He offered, not wanting you to feel pressured at all.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." You nodded, mentally reminding yourself to stop giving reasons for Harry keeping on apologising to you - even if it was nice to hear someone else for someone else doing it, other than you, for once.
He lead you in to his living room, hand in hand, and you were taken aback by how wonderful it was in there. The room was rectangular, with the TV placed in the corner of the room next to the bay window. The bay window was covered in blankets and cushions, with adjacent floating shelves that contained tens of classic reads. The sofas were a luxurious velvet blue and it made the room feel expensive. The sapphire of the couches brought out the colour in the grey floor you didn't even know existed. The fireplace was classically built, wood burner and all. The room was on the small side, but it made it all the more homely. It was a delicious delight.
"It's not much, but it's home you know?" Harry felt like he had to apologise for it being lesser than your previous house. In reality, you adored his much more.
"Harry it's stunning. I'm jealous that it's yours and not mine." You couldn't keep your eyes away from the room, finding new things to be mesmerised by.
"It's yours too now." Harry proudly stated, making you shoot your head to him in shock. Of course you thought that you'd be living with Harry for a little while before you could get yourself back on your own feet, but you didn't expect him to share it with you like how he was suggesting. He noticed your expression and thought he'd overstepped a line, "I-if you want?"
You couldn't help but let out a little flurry of sobs, stopping yourself before it turned in to a bigger breakdown.
"Sorry! I'm being silly. It's just been a long time since i've been this happy in a house." You shook your head at your own silliness.
"No, no. It's not silly at all. I don't understand, but you could help me to if you want to?" Harry wanted to give you a way to tell someone your story. He wanted you to feel safe in opening up to someone, anyone.
"Yeah. I'd really like that, please." You quietly agreed.
"Okay. Let me just turn the heating on and then i'll be right back. Please just make yourself comfortable." He didn't want to tell you to make yourself at home because he knew you already felt it. He was honoured to be the someone you wanted to open up to, but even more proud of you for being strong enough to want to talk.
"Perfect."
•••••
After a couple of hours just crying to Harry, letting him learn of everything that had happened the past couple of years, you finally got the strength to get up off the couch and make a cuppa.
You'd told Harry everything - not a detail left out. He deserved to understand what your life had been like, considering he was doing so much to help you out. Harry really had been your knight in shining armour. Harry had to stop you sometimes to rant about how much he despised Rodger, which you found quite hilarious. You were pretty sure that he popped a blood vessel on his neck because of how passionately angry he got. You had to calm him down sometimes by holding his hand, squeezing it to reassure him that you were safe now.
Now you were messing around having a tea competition.
Harry claimed his cups of tea were the best in the Northern Hemisphere and he was very willing for you to challenge him on that. You made your cup of tea, for him, and he made his, for you. You hated to admit it but his cuppa was extraordinary - but you were a very sore loser so you couldn't tell him that. He knew though by the way you downed the whole mug in less than five minutes. He was worried that you'd burn your throat but you were very adamant on downing the whole drink.
The warmth and comfort of the hot drink reminded you a lot of Harry.
"Harry?" You asked, putting your empty mug in the sink to wash later.
"Yes, Y/N?" Harry responded, mouth full of ginger-nut biscuit. A little cloud of biscuit poofed from his mouth as he spoke, which he blushed in embarrassment over.
"Can I have a look through your notebook please?" You held your hand out to wait for him to deliver you the notebook. You knew he would eventually give it you, but you weren't sure whether he would give it to you so soon - not wanting you to step on a wound that was still very open.
"You sure you want to? I can keep it until you're ready?" He checked to make sure. If you believed you were ready then he wasn't going to stop you, but only be there for you if you get upset.
"I'm sure. I promise I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it was right to." You nodded in assurance, wiggling your fingers in gesture for him to hand it over to you. He nodded and smiled in response, before pulling out the book from his coat that was hanging over the back of a chair. He did it all one handed, still holding his cup of tea in the other - the cup of tea which you were upset that he'd given 2 Michelin stars to.
"Okay." He warmly smiled at you before standing back to let you go through the book in your own time.
You worked your way through every page, wincing when you saw some pages filled entirely with tally marks. There was never a day where there was no tally marks and that made you deep how insane it had actually been. Looking at this from the outside, now, was a challenging perspective to wrap your head around. You never understood the gravity of the situation until you stood back and peered in from the outside. Harry's book, however unsettling it was, comforted you in knowing that there had been someone there for you when you believed otherwise. He was your silent guardian angel.
Flicking through the book you finally reached todays page. You read down it and were impressed by how right Harrys tallies had been. He'd correctly scored the right amount of bruises and even annotated where he thought they were. It was a weird talent, but he sure had it.
Deciding that the page was incomplete you grabbed a nearby pen from the side, unfortunately it was a different colour to the one already on the page, and made a simple adjustment to the writing. You even underlined it. Once finished, you held the page away from you and smiled at how content you were now.
You handed it back to Harry with the biggest smile you, and him, had ever seen on your face. You almost looked mischievous.
"What did you do?" He asked accusingly, setting his tea on the table to see what damage had been done.
"Needed to update it." You simply put it, expressing a softer smile now.
You watched as Harry read over the pages, trying to figure out what you'd done. He flipped right to the end, thinking you'd most likely have written something on the most recent pages. He turned all the way to the back, where fifty blank pages remained, but there was nothing. He turned to the front, and nothing. The next guess he turned to todays date.
Tuesday 10th November
He skimmed the page looking for what was different - if anything. He quickly glanced over to you and he saw you smirking, which was a sign that he was getting close to figuring it out. He couldn't look at you and not internally comment about how beautiful you looked. You were a sight for sore eyes and nothing less.
Then he looked at the end of the page and it made sense.
•Total smiles = III
You'd tallied your own smile.
Harrys eyes started to water. He was so unbelievably proud of you. He could already see that you'd come so far and it had been a matter of hours since you left that god forbidden house. It was going to a very gradual process but he couldn't be more proud of you if he tried. You shot up out of your chair when he started to cry, though, thinking that you'd done something wrong.
"Harry i'm sorry. I can buy you a new book if I ruined it. I can—"
"You didn't ruin anything, love. I'm just... I'm just happy that you're happy. I've waited a long time to see you like this." He came to hold you close, noticing how you didn't even flinch when he came near you. You were improving by the second and it was a wonder to watch.
"I've waited a long time to feel like this." You admitted, looking past his teary eyes to see hope hidden behind the water. To hear Harrys compliments was something quite touching. Not having heard any compliments from your, said, husband for years had been a challenging setback, but one that you'd go through all again if it meant you got to hear Harry say all these wonderful things. "It's like, sometimes the pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing."
He took an extra step towards you, cautiously bringing his hand up to place upon your cheek and lower jaw. As soon as he felt you melt in to his hand, humming at the blissful warm feeling against your skin, he traced his thumb back and forth against the softness of your cheek. He brought a calmness to your life that you never realised was missing and it made you grateful to finally have it.
He made you feel home again.
You were so thankful for everything Harry had done for you. He'd silently opened you up into sharing your story. He'd always have been the one to make you smile, even on your worst days. He'd never given up on you. He'd offered up his house to you until you figured out what you wanted to do next. He'd cared for you on all the days you never thought anyone did, with his little secret notebook. He'd loved you for being you. He'd made you feel special on those days where Rodger would make you feel impossibly small. He'd done it all for you.
There wasn't enough ways for you to display your gratitude towards him. You could take him out to as many meals, buy him as many X-Box games, treat him to as many football games that your money could stretch to buy, but it would never be enough compared to what he'd done for you.
"Hey, you okay? You look lost in daydream land?" Harrys voice brought you back from your intense thoughts and back to him.
"Just thinking that i'm never going to be able to thank you enough for all this." You told him exactly what was on your mind, because he was actually someone who would listen to you. As you spoke you carefully brushed a fallen curl back behind his ear, and kept your fingers dancing around there in order to keep you focused.
"You don't need to Y/N/N. You've given me everything already." His words caught your attention, because they weren't true. You hadn't given him everything.
You hadn't given him you.
"Well what about me?" You asked, curious to know if he would take you if you were offering.
"And what about you, love?" He asked, smiling at you for an answer. He wanted you to explain what you meant before he answered under the wrong impression. You two knew there was an undying romantic tension between you both, but neither of you had ever brought it up because you were married and he was too out of your league - or so you thought.
"What if I gave you me? What if you were mine and I were yours?" You shyly asked, bracing for the rejection he was bound to give you - until he didn't.
"Then I would be the luckiest man alive." He answered so simply, yet so effectively. "In fact, I really hope that you don't run from me."
"Really?" You asked, shocked that he felt the same way. He had been shocked too to hear you offer yourself in to a relationship, and so soon after just slipping out of an abusive one. You were positive that you were going to need counselling, of some kind, in order to build back up the walls Rodger had so disgracefully bulldozed down. You needed to become more emotionally stable before venturing too far in to any new relationships, you accepted that, but you were willing to seriously consider being with Harry - if he'd have you.
"Really, really." He nodded enthusiastically.
"I don't want to rush in to it, though, because I don't think that would be fair on you. I'm still a long way from emotionally recovering, but if you're willing to wait then I promise to be there waiting too." You explained the best way you could, hoping that he would understand the concept of what you're trying to convey. He knew you weren't ready and he was okay with that.
"I've always been waiting, love." He replied and that was enough for you both to know that things would be alright from now on.
••••••
It took you a while, but you were finally at your happiest.
You were taught believe that home was the house you grew up in. It was the neighbourhood and the architecture that stood within it. What you weren't taught is that home can also be a person, and your person was Harry.
Three months after spending every day with that ray of sunshine, he asked you to be his girlfriend. It had taken a lot for you to get to that point but you were so ready for the next chapter. He'd asked you so casually that some may not even have thought he was being serious, but to you it was exactly the way you envisioned it to be - watching "Educating Manchester" with a bowl of ramen noodles to share between the two of you. It was so minimalistic and you loved him for it.
Neither of you had specifically said that you loved each other yet, but it was blaringly obvious that you did.
Over time Harry helped you find family members and old friends, helping you stitch back together the individual patches of your life back together and create the beautiful blanket it once was. None of it would be possible without Harry and you were so blessed to be able to call him yours.
Rodger had tried to come get you multiple times. He'd hung around outside the school a few times and had even turned up to Harrys house once. It was scary and you wanted it to stop. Harry has gone livid when he found him on his doorstep, having to really hold himself back from tearing him limb from limb for the sake of you and your mental recovery.
"If you ever fucking come near my house or my girl ever again, I swear it won't be pretty, man." Harry was grinding his teeth together, doing everything in his power from keeping this anything more than a verbal fight.
"You fucking threatening me, pal?" Rodger spat, quite literally, in Harrys face - something you were quite accustomed to.
"Listen to what I said and then I won't be." Harry bargained, which you were so proud of him for keeping as calm as he was. You could tell he was raging though, ready to pounce on something.
"I ain't taking no orders from you." Rodger piped back, pushing Harrys shoulder back slightly. That infuriated you. You knew first hand of what this man could do with his fists and you would do anything to stop Harry from experiencing the same things you did. You loved him with every bone in your body and you'd rather wish yourself ill than watch him get hurt. So you stepped in, from where Harry'd had you stood behind him to protect you.
"Y/N—" Harry started, but stopped when he knew you were fully capable of fighting your own battles. Plus he was right next to you if you needed him, unlike all the times he hadn't been.
"Ah there she is, my little bitch." Rodger laughed, displaying his ugly smile he had the misfortune of owning.
You felt Harrys fists curl and you slid your hand in between his fingers to calm him. Your touch made him feel relaxed, you knew this, so you used it to your advantage. Harry let out a slight animalistic growl when Rodger spoke to you, but nothing more. He knew you could handle this.
"Rodger you are not invited here. This isn't your property and you've been asked to leave multiple times. If you don't leave within the next minute i'm calling the police. That's not a threat, that's a promise." Harry doubt o squeezed your hand to let you know you were handling this amazing well, especially mentally. He only wished he was half as strong as you.
"Ooh she's finally got the balls to stand up for herself. Is that because Mr Harry—"
He quickly shut up when he saw you'd just dialled 999. You weren't afraid of him like it used to be. There would always be that trauma any time you see him, but you were getting stronger against him which only made him weaker.
"This isn't over." Rodger angrily stomped his foot like a child, only making you internally snicker.
"It is and you'll soon come to realise that." You smiled and nodded your head towards the main road. He snarled at you before walking away, knowing he couldn't put up a fight against either of you anymore.
When the door closed you let out such a sigh of relief. You rested your forehead against the front door, in peace knowing Rodger was nowhere around to hurt you and you'd successfully stood up to him. If there was any a time for champagne and party poppers it was now, but you guy something ever better.
Warm lips pressed against the cold of your neck.
"Hmm." You sighed in content and pleasure.
"You were so hot just then." Harry stated, which is not where you thought this conversation would turn to. You expected him to start talking about how proud he was of you and then start talking about how you were long-term going to deal with that asshole. Instead, he seemed very affectionate.
"You think?" You teased him, leaning your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck.
"So hot." And it didn't take a rocket scientist you decipher what you two did for the rest of the day.
Rodger hadn't been in contact since and it was now 5 months without him. 5 months clean, as you liked to label it.
You and Harry continued to live under his sherbet lemon home and work in the beloved school. The children knew that you were a couple and were always grossed out when they'd catch you holding hands or kissing , when you two thought no one was around. Hallie had even made another badge for Harry to have and it was a small heart with your name written inside, although it was not coloured in very well and your name had been spelt wrong it still managed to make Harry cry.
Life had an unfortunate way of turning out for many. For you, your unfortunate story had occurred at the beginning of your life. Now, you couldn't be happier. Life was a blessing and the people in it were even more so.
It had been a long journey to get to today, but now you could finally rest.
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Made to Be Extra III
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A fluffy little thing of 2.5k words
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“Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.
“Kitten, number one, I think you are the prettiest pregnant lady ‘ve ever seen in m’life. M’sad it’ll be over soon. May have t’get y’pregnant as soon as possible jus’ t’keep y’so pretty like this."
March/April
Harry found the love of his life sitting in the car under the shade of a tree. It was a warm March day especially in the sun. The poor thing was practically ready to pop and utterly uncomfortable all the time now. It was hard to believe she still had almost another month. He opened the driver’s door and smiled at her, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple. “Hi angel,” he hummed. He pressed his hand on her extremely round stomach. “Hi Andy,” he cooed. They didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet. All they knew was they were going to have little Andoni or Andrielle and they were going to be nicknamed Andy. “Did y’have fun in history class today with Mummy?” He smiled gently at the tired lady beside him.
He thought it was a girl because he read a few articles indicating some old wives’ tales that being exhausted (which the poor thing was) meant a girl at the end of the nine months.
“Andy does not care about the US in the 1990s,” she murmured. “Kicked my bladder the whole time,” she sighed. “Gonna be a little soccer player. Or really into martial arts,”
Harry had yet to feel a kick which he was utterly bummed about. He hoped Andy would let him feel it just once, but his poor punching bag of a wife insisted that Harry’s voice was so soothing that Andy fell right to sleep the minute he started talking. “M’sorry, love,” he kissed the side of her head again. “Do y’want anything before we head home?” He asked while starting the car.
“I will die if we stop anywhere,” she told him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on the window. Andy had been lovely throughout the last eight months, honestly. She didn’t have crazy mood swings—no more than normal, as she liked to point out to Harry—no horrible nausea other than a week or two in the first trimester, and she was extremely happy that she didn’t want anything gross like pickles and peanut butter. But the exhaustion was setting it. It was hard for her to walk or even fold laundry without getting winded. Naturally, Harry took care of everything he possibly could. Waiting on her hand and foot, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger, and always assuring her that he didn’t mind nor cared about anything she said or did. “I’m sorry, Harry,” she said after a second.
He chuckled. “What for, kitten?” He asked as he pulled into traffic.
“For not wanting to stop.”
“Don’t be silly, angel,” he rolled his eyes.
Because of the exhaustion, she was able to fall asleep in seconds, always at awkward angles. Always at Harry’s worry of her hurting her neck, like now. Cheek nearly sliding down the length of the window. He smirked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to wake her as he drove back home.
*
She had fitful sleeps since Andy kept her up all night. “Making me practice,” she told Harry as she paced from their bedroom to the kitchen most nights.
Harry and her family were able to move them finally into a house that would become the home of three just shy of her fifth month. Harry was insistent she couldn’t lift anything that was heavier than a book (but couldn’t be one of her classroom textbooks). He pitted her whole family against her.
“Just boss us around like you always do,” her younger sister said. She rolled her eyes and pressed a hand on her stomach.
“You hear that, Andy? Auntie says I’m bossy!”
“Extremely, sweetie,” her mum said passing by with a box. She frowned and Harry winked at her as he and her dad lifted the heavier furniture in between all the girls relaying the boxes into the house. “It’s okay, honey. You’re good at it. We would all be lost without you,” he told her.
She rolled her eyes. “Anne and Gemma never make fun of me,” she reminded them.
“That’s because they still think you’re sweet,” her middle sister said.
“Yeah, Harry. Why is that? You know the real her. You shouldn’t lie to your mom and sister like that,” the younger one said.
Harry thought their banter was one of his favorite things about this family. Even her divorced parents seemed amicable enough to help their eldest daughter and still kindly poke fun at her. Harry came to her side once the sofa was in position where she wanted it. “How are we doing m’loves?” he asked rubbing his hand over her tummy just barely starting to show.
“I swear Andy only kicks when you’re not in earshot,” she murmured. “I really want to help,” she said knowingly. “I think I could easily carry a box or two. Women have been having babies for thousands of years and I bet they still had to help carry stuff back to their caves.”
“You are growing m’baby,” he reminded her, quietly. So as not to draw a lot of attention from her family. They didn’t mind the couple at all, but he knew she was shy at being overly affectionate in front of them. “You’re helping plenty, kitten,” he promised, pressing his hands to either side of her face and kissed her forehead. Letting his lips linger for a moment. “And we don’t live in a cave,” he reminded her as he and her dad started on the bed frame.
*
When he arrived at home, he grabbed their work bags and hurried to put them inside the door before returning for her. Carefully he opened her door, holding her up as she slumped toward the space where the door no longer was. Unless the baby woke her up, she was the heaviest sleeper in these little naps she took. “Hey, kitten, Andy,” he hummed. “We’re home m’loves,” he crouched toward the floor and unbuckled her. She slumped forward more. “Angel,” he cooed shaking her gently as he held her up.
“Mmm...” she moaned. “M’sleepy.”
“Let’s jus’ get y’inside, love,” he said quietly. As if she were made of glass, he carefully helped her to standing, pressing gently on her lower back. They didn’t speak as he guided her inside.
“I miss coffee,” she whined as he settled her onto the sofa. He chuckled and frowned.
“I know, angel,” he lifted her legs, setting them on a small stack of throw pillows he had there specifically for his love to recline comfortably. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them toward the front door near the mat she had laid out just for frequent shoes. “Soon,” he promised kissing her forehead. “Cold or hot?”
She frowned.
“Both?” He asked.
She nodded. “You’re so nice to me,” she sounded wispy—like she may cry. It had been almost a month since she had a mood swing resulting in rivers of tears.
“Don’t cry, kitten,” he said and draped her softest, warmest blanket over her and flicked the little desk fan on, so it pointed at her. “Jus’ want m’love t’be comfortable.”
“Don’t you want to kick for Daddy?” She asked rubbing her tummy. “She is so active when I talk. It’s got to be you,” she mumbled. Forgetting about the tears that were about to explode out of her.
“She hmm?”
Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She had been avoiding pronouns—opting for Andy instead. She didn’t care if they were having a boy or a girl. As long as the baby was happy and healthy it truly didn’t matter. But she couldn’t help but think how much fun it would be to pamper a little girl lately. “I’m sorry,” she said. She didn’t want Harry to think she had some feeling—she didn’t. If Andy was a boy she would love him no less than if he were a girl.
“I think a little girl would be lovely,” Harry promised, easing her worried mind.
“There are so many girls in my family,” she reminded him.
“Then a little boy would be perfect, too,” he smirked and kissed her forehead. He moved toward the middle of her body, pressing his hands on her tummy and bringing his mouth close to her shirt. “Whoever you are, m’gonna love you with m’whole heart,” he whispered, kissing where he spoke.
She stretched a bit. Her back was aching. The little one was low in her tummy making her think it would be a boy if she were to believe the old wives’ tales. “Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.
“Kitten, number one, I think you are the prettiest pregnant lady ‘ve ever seen in m’life. M’sad it’ll be over soon. May have t’get y’pregnant as soon as possible jus’ t’keep y’so pretty like this,” he remarked running his hands down the length of her legs and he sat beside her feet where he began massaging gently into the soles of her feet. He meant every word. It was like she was made to be pregnant. Not in an oppressive way. She just wore it so well and looked so utterly beautiful. “Secondly, I’d be an idiot t’answer that question at any time.”
She frowned. “I think I look the same,” she admitted. “Means it’s a boy.”
He smirked and she dropped her head back against the sofa as he rubbed her feet. “I love you so much,” she moaned.
He chuckled. “I love you, too, kitten.”
“I wish you could be pregnant just so you could experience how amazing this foot rub is.”
Harry smiled. “So... some of the kids want t’throw you a baby shower,” he told her. “I know y’hate surprises so m’telling y’now. So y’can act surprised.”
“They’re not supposed to give me gifts,” she frowned.
“I explained that; even if I think it’s a bit unfair they want t’spoil you as y’deserve,” Harry nodded in agreement. “They said, and I quote, ‘I will totally fight administration if they don’t let me give her a baby outfit.’ So. I think its out of our hands.”
“That’s really sweet,” she frowned again—but not like before when Harry thought she would cry. She solely thought it was sweet.
“You are their favorite teacher,” he reminded her. She felt her cheeks warm. Now it had been almost five years at this school. Standing across the hall from Harry between classes he was front row to watching people adore his wife—not even close to the amount he admired her, but it was still adorable to watch. Students smiled at her or made jokes with her as they passed her room. She had stragglers refuse to go to their next class for just a few more minutes of her maternal love—an hour-long class wasn’t enough. Students wanted to stay during lunch just to be in her presence and hear her make jokes.
“Maybe history teacher. Pretty sure it’s no competition against the culinary teacher. You can’t compete with food.”
“You have snacks,” he reminded her.
She shrugged. Then her head snapped up. “Get me my bag,” she said hurriedly. Harry looked at her confused. Nervous and worried but did as she requested. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” she whispered to herself.
“Think of—”
“Shh,” she hushed and reached in her bag for the thick history text. She reached out for his hand holding it in her gently. She opened the book to what seemed to be a random page and started reading. “By the early 1960s, many women were increasingly resentful of a world where newspaper ads separated jobs by gender, banks denied women credit, and female employees were paid less for the same work. Nearly—” Her voice caught but she continued reading as if it hadn’t. Harry was clueless. Nervous she was having some weird episode. “half of American women worked by the mid-1960s, but three-fourths of these women worked in lower—” as she continued reading, Harry was watching her face intently, still quite worried about her mental well-being as it was by far the oddest thing she had done to date reading about the women’s movement from her classroom textbook.
But soon Harry realized why. While he was gazing at her beautiful face, she moved her hand to her tummy allowing him to feel the little future soccer star inside her. He swallowed the breath afraid to make any movements. He didn’t hear the words his lovely wife was saying. All he could focus on was the feel of the little bumps along her stomach. It wasn’t plausible but Harry never wanted her to stop reading. He wanted to feel the little one for as long as possible. He had waited so long and now that she was approaching the final month, he thought he might not feel it.
As she read, she guided Harry’s hand along her stomach so he could feel all the little kicks to her abdomen. He knelt to the floor for an easier reach, just staring at baby Andy through her tummy. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one. He hoped that the baby looked just like his gorgeous wife. Or maybe a good mix of the two of them—but mostly her. If Harry wasn’t so focused on the feel of his little baby kicking the woman he loved so much, he would have been staring right at his beautiful wife until his eyes fell out of his head.
After a long read through the women’s movement in the US of the 1960s, she finally stopped reading, reaching the end of the chapter, and closed the book. Harry gazed at her with so much admiration her stomach flipped.
“I love you, so much,” he whispered.
As soon as his mouth opened the kicking stopped. She giggled. “Daddy’s voice makes me all safe and warm too,” she whispered rubbing her stomach. “I love you, too,” she answered.
Harry scooted on the floor toward her head, cupping the sides of her face in his hands. “You are my hero,” he told her seriously. “Thank you for taking care of little Andy here,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her.
“Thanks for taking care of us,” she murmured around his flurry of kisses. “You’re going to be the best daddy in the whole world.”
Harry grinned against her lips feeling unbelievably lucky he had the whole world in his hands figuratively and literally with her and Andy.
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𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚: 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓
word count: 1.2k
summary: “If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realize how much I’ve fallen for you.” one-shot, fluff.
warnings: alcohol use
“Sometimes I wonder why I took this job.”
Harry frowns at the ceiling before allowing his head to loll drunkenly to the side to look at you. You’re the only one still in his small Hogsmeade cottage after the end of term staff party he took upon himself to throw. The plan was to finish off the last bottle of firewhiskey together and then you’d go...but, you’re still here on the sofa next to him, and another bottle was opened a long time ago.
“What? Why?”
You shrug thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe I took that big of a risk. A woman shows up on my doorstep and offers me a job to teach witches and wizards about non-magic folk.” You chuckle to yourself. “It sounded so nonsensical. I think the only reason I did believe it was because it was Professor McGonagall who told me.”
“That and my whole summer spent taking you ‘round the Wizarding World and convincing you,” Harry adds, and you nod in agreement. “You are right though, it’s hard to argue with Minnie’s face.”
“Oh god, don’t call her Minnie. It feels so wrong.”
“I honestly can’t believe that just came out of my mouth. She was my Head of House in school I didn’t think I’d ever call her anything but ‘Professor.’”
You laugh and shake your glass of firewhiskey playfully. “Alcohol, my friend.”
Harry laughs with you and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence once again. You scan the room for the thousandth time tonight, taking in his charmingly cluttered living space. Despite it being late May, a fire crackles in the fireplace. Stacks of books take up almost every surface, as there’s no room for bookshelves, and moving photos cover every wall. You’ve found yourself studying each and every one of them at some point throughout the night.
All of a sudden you find yourself speaking again: “Speaking of you showing me the wizarding world...remember when you took me to Honeydukes and the first Chocolate Frog card I got was you?”
Harry groans dramatically and sinks deeper into the plush couch next to you. “Oh, don’t remind me. One of the most embarrassing moments of my life, and that’s saying a lot.”
“I’m glad you were so embarrassed, because I was beyond mortified.” At that response, Harry looks at you curiously. He had expected you to poke fun at him like you usually do when you bring up that day.
“Why were you mortified?”
The laugh you offer him is a bit forced. “Because not only had I been introduced to a whole new world, but the man who was supposed to be my coworker was a bloody teenaged war hero.” Harry’s shocked to see tears welling up in your eyes. “How am I supposed to hold a candle to that when my students can fucking conjure candles?”
“I just...” You sigh in frustration. “Sometimes I feel out of place at Hogwarts. I love my students, and I think they like me—”
“—Trust me, they do—”
“but—” You struggle for the right words before huffing in frustration and falling against the back of the couch. “Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”
Harry’s quiet for a moment as he watches you, trying to hide your traitorous tears from him.
“You know, I was raised a muggle.”
You look at him in surprise. “No you weren’t.”
“I was.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Really?”
He chuckles and nods. “Yup. That’s why McGonagall gave me the task of showing you the Wizarding World before you took the job. Well, that and the fact that it was my idea to hire a muggle to teach Muggle studies. But that’s beside the point: There was a time it was all new to me too.”
“And I wasn’t just raised by muggles, I didn’t even know I was magic until I got my letter to Hogwarts, and even then I didn’t know what it meant until Hagrid showed up and explained everything to me, just like I did to you.” You find yourself tucking a leg underneath you and sitting up straight so you can better face Harry on the couch, watching the flames dance in his eyes.
“So, I know what you mean when you say you feel out of place. I still feel that way. Hell, I was an auror for four years before I came back to Hogwarts to teach. No one expected the great Harry Potter to become a bloody teacher, but it’s what makes me happy.” He pokes your leg playfully. “And I know teaching at Hogwarts makes you happy too. It has that effect on people.”
You giggle softly. “You’re right. It really does.”
He looks at you thoughtfully. “But you still sometimes feel like you don’t belong because you can’t do magic?”
Your smile slides off your face. “Yeah.”
Harry sighs and leans forward to set his drink on the coffee table in front of you. “(y/n), if only you could see yourself the way I see you, because bloody hell you’d realize how much I’ve fallen for you.”
Your heart stops. Whatever you were expecting to come out of your friend’s mouth next, it certainly was not that. “What?”
“You heard me.” Harry gently takes your drink from your trembling fingers and places it next to his. “I’ve liked you since my students came in from your first class talking about how interesting fucking electricity was. And they pronounced it correctly. And if there’s one thing my life has taught me, it’s that there’s no time like the present.”
You’re speechless. Completely, utterly, embarrassingly speechless. Of course, you’ve liked Harry since almost the first day you met him. He’s handsome, and charming as all hell, and his arrival in your life completely turned it on its head. And he’s only continued to change it for the better by being your greatest friend over this past year.
So it’s not just the firewhiskey when you close the distance between the two of you and kiss him like Voldemort’s back (see that wizard term? You got it.)
The small grunt that comes out of him when you kiss him makes your heart flutter, and you sigh contentedly when you tangle your fingers in his hair. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, allowing him to kiss you even deeper.
After a few more kisses, Harry pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You stay there for a moment simply breathing together before he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“You know,” he breathes, “Half of me thought you didn’t feel the same.”
You laugh disbelievingly and peck his lips once more. “Well, it’s your lucky day, Potter. Because I’ve fallen for you too.”
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summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead
warnings: bits of angst, mention of miscarriage, cheating, drinking, swearing, death
word count: 3.1k
part 2
people usually say london is gloomy and grey, to y/n autumn and winters in london are the prettiest seasons she’s ever lived, today is october 10th, it’s a saturday, y/n likes to take her saturdays to prepare her classes for the week but the cold weather has gotten her in a big slump, her bullet journal remains untouched, her class paperwork remains just as she left it the night before, a mess and unorganised and most importantly, she’s still in her care bear matching purple pyjamas, drinking her coffee staring at the window out of her paddington flat. today is a particularly wet day, the street is almost creating a river with the amount of rain it poured the entire night, y/n is very observant, she’s now staring at these two girls smoking a cigarette right outside a mobile company store, “amor, estás mirando el vácio de nuevo” (love you’re staring at nothing again), tony whispers right in her ear, “oh perdona! i was just looking at the people”, she yawns and sips on her coffee again, followed by a kiss in her fiancé’s lips.
y/n has lived in london for about 6 years now and tony for 10 years but they only moved in together 3 years ago as y/n finished her masters and about a year ago y/n’s younger sister joey moved in as well. the loss of their mum really took a toll on both of them and y/n felt the need to keep joey close to her as she is only 20 and y/n is 24, their age gap isn’t insane but as joey says, “y/n pays the bills and i sit pretty”, they’re the best of friends and have very similar personalities even though they are completely differently physically. joey has dropped out of university and got a job at waterstones, she absolutely adores it, she reads a lot, gets an employee’s discount and people ask her for her own opinion on certain books and what she would recommend. as for tony he works for as y/n says the enemy, he’s a software engineer at facebook and is pushing 30 during the summer.
y/n is turning 24 on the 24th of october, has a degree in education and a masters in special education, growing up y/n was never diagnosed with adhd or emotional disturbance, making her poor parents be called every single week to school because y/n didn’t behave like teachers expected her too, into her teens things only got worse, making y/n resent school, her parents and even the stuff she has always liked which led to her parents looking for help once again, even then doctors didn’t really want to believe a shy teen like y/n had adhd or any chemical imbalance. eventually y/n and her parents travelled to london to talk to an specialist, after a few tests and a few times asking y/n questions that seemed so simple, they confirmed what y/n and her parents had been 17 years waiting for. life after being diagnosed and finding medication that worked and having less reasons to burst into flames, things really got better, getting into education, having her first sexual experience, getting tattoos, getting a nose ring, not worrying about her weight, actually meeting people she loved and making friends.. things slowly felt right for our y/n, until last year, y/n’s mum was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer that took her faster than anyone in y/n’s family would expect, it’s something y/n still is yet to digest, sometimes she still rings her mum to mention something that happened to her, being followed by a “this number is no longer in service” automatic voice, remembering her of everything leading to an hour or two of grief hitting her like a train.
her first year of working as a teacher was weird, she shared her classroom with harry, a guy teaching his second set of students, he has just said goodbye to kids he had spent the last 3 years with and was constantly shedding a tear or two during the first month of classes, eventually they got closer due to all the kid snot they gave cleaned and time spent organising certain classes that they could do together, harry felt so comfortable around y/n he even started falling asleep during nap time as well. in many ways harry has been y/n’s best friend during the last year, harry always felt like he was never in a place of disrespecting her engagement ring but his heartbeat quickly changes around y/n, his palms sweaty and he’s almost slurring words when he’s close to her but even then he promised himself he wouldn’t be the person to break off an engagement, especially after y/n and tony going through a miscarriage last august, he has never seen y/n so out of herself and without the big homely smile she always carries on her lips, he chooses to stay forever doomed in the friendzone and loving her in ways no one will ever find out. they also soon found out y/n and tony are super close with harry’s best friend, niall, creating a little outing group that welcomed joey with open arms when she moved to london with y/n.
harry’s heart broke anytime his eyes caught the good side of y/n and tony, he can’t help but wish them to break up, even if he thinks it unconsciously, he can feel his heart slow down when they kiss or when y/n runs to tony’s arms after winning one mini golf round, he has never loved anyone like this, like he has gotten his life on track and he can’t even share his love for her to the world, he however shared all this love one very drunken night, niall and harry had way too many tequila shots for niall’s birthday in september and his heart couldn’t handle keeping his deepest secret inside anymore, the one time harry didn’t slur or filtered his thoughts, niall listened thinking it was a silly crush, his heart broke too seeing his best friend complete infatuated with a girl that was planning her wedding and worst of all, had just lost a kid that wasn’t planned but wanted. they never spoke of that night ever again, niall keeps his best friend’s secret even more secret, he even tried setting harry up with multiple people, he got along with one guy so well, niall even had a sparkle of hope that quickly burned down when harry knocked at his door, crying over loving someone he couldn’t have.
niall suggested harry changing classes, harry quickly dismissed that idea, not only for the kids but for him, even though his heart felt like breaking, the more time he spent with y/n the more healed he felt, she’s a healer, not only to him but to a class filled with children that cry and miss their mums and y/n always has a kind word to say and a tight hug to give, he couldn’t bring himself to let that go, to let her go, maybe one day, just not today.
back to y/n’s day, she’s opening the drapes in joey’s bedroom, “nooooo y/n please it’s my day off” a tired joey groans, y/n rolls her eyes at her little sister that has their father’s laziness, “c’mon jo! you promise we’d get brunch at that new australian brunch place on your day off!!” the eldest says pulling the covers, making joey push y/n, “Y/N STOOOOOOP! wait…food.. okay!” joey sits in bed, looking at her older sister with teary eyes, y/n doesn’t have to say anything, just embrace joey and stay silent for a minute, a greater pain shared yet none of the two have spoken about their feelings about it, they just knew they understood whatever was going on in their hearts. “i love you joey poo poo”, “not joey poo poo!”.
y/n and joey left the house, y/n and joey are polar opposites when it comes to outfits, y/n is wearing a light pink longsleeve with 3 little buttons and a darker pink long skirt with multiple flowers in orange, white and red, beige ankle boots and a catching cardigan she knit herself, as for joey, she’s in all black, black turtleneck, black mom jeans, black dr martens and a huge black coat that once belonged to their father in the 1990’s. their parents used to say they’re always on the opposite side of the subject but that’s not entirely true, they have their differences but they’re overall, usually… at times in agreement, both of them hate tea, read way too many books for their own good and can’t function without a cup of coffee. so brunch goes smoothly, until joey starts with her more than known discourse against tony, they’ve never gotten along and deep down joey is just hoping he leaves y/n’s life so she can set her sister up with harry, “why couldn’t he come with us, huh? like whatever facebook needs is more important than taking your fiancée out for brunch?” joey speaks in an awful loud tone, making y/n sigh and gesture her to volume down a bit, “joey… he has to work! i would never be mad at him for working” y/n says cutting her pancake up, “you’re never mad at him! like i know you’re supposed to get married but he’s a real pain in the ass” joey’s tone is quieter this time, she worries hence saying these things to her sister, she understands he was there when their mum passed and understands y/n needing him after the miscarriage but she won’t understand how her best friend could possibly be in love with a dudebro. “joey. i know you don’t like him but please try and get to know him before the wedding, please?” y/n’s eyes are always kind but this time there was worry in them, worry that without her sister’s support and her mother not there she would simply not be able to do it. “fine. but he better get me all the books i want.”
monday
harry sees her, in black boyfriend jeans and a flowy white longsleeve with a vest with large brown and beige squares and white trainers, she’s holding some papers and attentively reading on her laptop, he can’t help but love these little moments alone with her, even if they don’t say much to each other before the swarm of kids walks in. “hey y/n. how was your weekend?”, harry gives her a shy smile awaiting her response, "hi harry! oh it was okay, i tried that aussie brunch place u told me about last week! i had pancakes and eggs benedict, thank you for recommending it to me", harry's stomach fills up with butterflies to her taking his suggestion, he can't help but ask, "did you go with tony?", y/n sees his question as harmless as they usually all hang out together, "no! joey had a day off so we went together and then we went to waterstones, i've had the unhoneymooners on my to read list for so long i just had to buy it!" she's very enthusiastic about the books she's currently reading, harry, joey and her even read the same book at times and then proceed to have really loud discussions in y/n's kitchen while drinking red wine. "yeah you've been telling me about that book since last year y/n, i might get it so we can talk about it!" y/n brushed off the feelings she had for harry, she nodded and got her nose back in her laptop, working on a worksheet about the story she would read later today, "llama llama misses mama".
at 8:50 kids start running into the classroom and the day goes on smoothly actually, they haven’t had accidents or sobbing moments of “i miss my mummy” so as lunch time approaches y/n and harry take it easy as the swarm of kids follow the path to the cafeteria, they usually eat lunch together inside the classroom, y/n always thinks of harry when it comes to lunch, last night she made a veggie quiche and stored two containers, last year, they knew each other for about two weeks when y/n shared her beetroot risotto with him, ever since if they don't share they at least try each other's meals, literally like their preschoolers do. "i don't know how you make quiches taste this good, y/n" harry says stuffing his face, "breathe harry, i have more quiche if you want!" y/n giggles to the sight in front of her, heart sinking a little bit thinking of her sister's words, in fact tony is never excited to eat her food or even cares if y/n tries a new recipe, ever since the miscarriage it's like she doesn't know the person she is supposed to get married to. harry noticed the smile on her face fading away and the fork gently put next to the stainless steel container, "are you okay?" harry asks, placing his hand closer to y/n's, "oh um.. it's nothing har, it's okay", "i know you y/n.", "i'm just.. worried tony doesn't love me anymore.". i could tell you these are the words harry wants to hear, in fact he dreamed of her saying it's over between her and tony but he couldn't even have a happy thought in his mind about it, seeing y/n like that just hurt in ways he never thought his heart could possibly hurt. "what are you talking about? he proposed to you.. i'm sure you don't propose to someone you don't love", "sorry.. it's just.. a rough patch i guess", harry moved his hand again, this time brushing his fingers through her arm, "i know i'm not your go to love expertise guy but talk to tony? he's your fiancé after all..", y/n rested her head on harry's shoulder, "adulting is hard", "do you think that's why we're pre school teachers?", "could be".
harry enjoyed y/n's sort of need of reassurance and closed his eyes, just sitting in silence as he held y/n in his arms, neither of them noticed the little girl walking into class with a cute pink dress and pig tails, a loud gasp coming from her making y/n and harry immediately sit down properly, "u two marry?" the little girl, macy, asks still with a shocked face and walking towards them, harry choked up trying to find words for the little girl, y/n quickly replies, "well macy, friends hug too you know?" but macy wasn't buying it, repeating that harry and y/n were actually married, they didn’t want to laugh in front of the little girl but definitely laughed over it later after classes ended.
once harry got home, he sat on the sofa and turned on his tv, he couldn’t focus on what was on, in reality he couldn’t stop thinking about what y/n had said just a few hours ago, he deep down knew tony was no good, a real asshole and he was willing to prove that to y/n, he just didn’t know how to do it without hurting her, which is the last thing he would ever want to do. he unlocked his phone and opened a groupchat he has with niall and joey, one that joey created to talk shit about tony without y/n’s stern looks or “c’mon joey give him a chance” over and over again.
harry
so.. joey don’t tell y/n i told you this
she said she thinks tony doesn’t love her anymore
she was an absolute wreck today
joey
WHAT
THAT ASSHOLE
niall
what??? what happened?
harry
she didn’t tell me what had happened
she just said she thought he didn’t love her anymore
it absolutely broke my heart
joey
PLANNING HIS DEATH RN DO NOT HMU
niall
jo. don’t go to jail please
joey
well. i want to kill him.
harry
count me in on the plan
joey knocks on y/n’s bedroom, tony is still at work so she thinks this is the perfect opportunity to get something out of y/n, as she opens the door y/n is with her chunky headphones, the laptop screen had an article on music and children in the autistic spectrum, as well as a word document of y/n’s little notes on the book she’s reading. joey taps on y/n’s shoulder, “jesus christ joey!” y/n jumps in her seat, “are you okay?” she asks, removing her headphones and placing them on top of her notebooks. “i could ask you that… you always want to watch ted lasso with me when you get home and you’ve barely said anything to me today… did i do something wrong?” joey’s words are truthful, as much as she thinks she didn’t do anything, she can’t help but wonder if her never liking tony made her sister not trust her. “joey no! sit down for me, please?”, joey does, “look..i’m just having a hard day, i can’t help but think tony is going to break up with me sooner than later, i don’t know what changed.”
but this writer can tell you what changed, the night y/n lost her baby, tony was there, every second of the hard moment both of them were living, they mourned together, tony felt the pain of losing a child with y/n, but after that day he couldn’t look at y/n the same, he started sleeping with other women and spending time “in the office” when in reality… the office was flats of girls just right outside of london. in reality nothing had really changed to tony, and joey was right, he is not worth of y/n, he had texted and been with other people the entire time he has been dating y/n but that day something truly shifted and he went ahead with physical cheating. this writer can also tell you, he never broke up with y/n because he knows he has a house, clean clothes and food and he’s selfish like that. for whatever’s worth, because this is a story of love, there’s no way that he ends up winning.
“oh my god y/n… why would you keep this to just yourself?”
“i don’t know”
“do u want us to find a new apartment?”
“i don’t want to run away”
“then talk to him”
“what if he hates me for losing our baby”
“y/n…”
“he could”
“if he does he’s even worse than i had thought”
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So, You’re Mr…
Summary: Y/N meets Harry during a night out, hooks up with him then finds out something wild the next day.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, partying, oral (both), fingering, name calling, squirting, unprotected slightly drunken sex, teacher!harry, teacher x student, absolutely filthy smut
Not a request
Master
MUSTACHE HARRY
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You turn your head to see a guy standing there smiling down at you.
He is hot.
He’s got on jeans that are ripped out at the knees, a vintage tee, and a hat with white sunglasses resting on the brim. His eyes are glassy, but you can tell they’re pretty, and his mustache and beard makes him even even more attractive.
You smile back at him, “You most definitely can.”
He nods and waves down the bartender, “Two of whatever she’s having.”
You order the drink and finish your other one as you turn towards him, “So, what’s your name?”
“Harry, what’s yours?”
“Y/n.”
He smiles, “I like that name. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He reaches around you for the drinks and you can smell his cologne and he smells delicious.
He also looks familiar, but you just can’t put your finger on it.
“Do you go to school around here?” He asks leaning in. You nod, “I’m a senior over at Calloway.”
He nods and takes a sip of his drink, “Wanna dance?”
You finish your drink, “Please.” You set your empty glass down and walk with him as he guides you through the crowd.
You can feel the sexual tension grow as you grind on him to the beat of the song that’s playing. He leans down and groans slightly in your ear, “Keep grinding on me like that and I just might have to take you home.”
You bite your lip, tempted by his words.
You lean your head back, “Why don’t you just do it anyway.”
His hands tighten around your waist and he pulls your ass back to him more, “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m telling you to.” You turn around to face him and crash your lips onto his.
He groans against your lips and leans back, “Come on.”
He grabs your wrist and leads you out of the bar. He pushes you up against the wall as he drunkenly presses his lips to yours.
Your tongues move together as you exchange and swallow each others moans, “fuck. I need you.” You pant as he kisses down your neck, “Now.”
“Your place or mine?” He asks kissing back up your neck.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Come on.”
You guys laugh and talk as you walk to his place two blocks away. You had to keep your hands on one another in some way, whether it was holding hands or arms around each other, it had to be something.
Harry unlocks his door and pushes the door open. He turns to you and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
His lips find yours as he walks in and shuts the door behind him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” You mumble against his lips. He walks you to the couch and sits down, “I can say the same thing about you.”
His hands slide up and pull your shirt off, tossing it behind him, “Fuck. You’re just a little slut aren’t you, no bra?”
You smirk, “Was hoping someone like you would take me home.” He leans in, taking your perked up nipple between his teeth, biting down gently to suck on it.
You moan and run your hand through his hair. The hair on his chin scratches at your skin, adding to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Harry.” You tug on his hair, earning a moan from him. You smirk and look down at him, pulling his hair a little harder, “You like that?”
He looks up at you with a smirk, “Maybe.” He sits back and slides his hand up to your neck, gripping it as he pulls you down, “Can I see if that mouth is as good as it sounds?”
You bite your lip and nod, “Please do.”
He sits you back up and let’s go of you neck. He nods for you to get off, so you get up and go to take off your skirt.
“No. Leave it on.”
You look at Harry who’s now standing there naked, “It’s such a sexy fucking skirt.” He walks over and presses his back against your chest, “Such a short skit, fit for a little slut like you.” He chuckles, “I love it.”
His hand grips your throat, squeezing slowly as his other hand slides down the front of your body and slips under your skirt.
His fingers press against your thinly clothed pussy, “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
You whimper and reach behind you, stroking his cock slowly, “Only for you.”
“Yeah?” His fingers move inside and rub against your wet folds, “Maybe.” His teeth sink into the skin of your neck and suck. He leaves dark purple marks up and down and on top of your shoulder.
You moan as your body falls back into him, “Fuck.” You whimper out. His grip tightens as he slips two fingers inside of you, “Such a tight little cunt.”
He nips at your ear, “Can’t wait to feel my cock stretch it out.”
You moan and you feel your legs getting shaky, “H-Harry. Fuck.”
“Does that feel good? Hmm.” His voice is low and deep, just like his moans as you continue to pump his cock.
“Y-yes.” You squeak out, “Y-yes.”
He lets go of your neck and wraps an arm around your torso, holding you up as he fastens the pace of his fingers, “Fuck, cum for me.”
You start to melt into him as pleasure fully engulfs your body, “Fuckfuck fuck… fuck Harry.” You clench around his fingers and dig your nails into his arm, “shit shit.”
“Come on, baby. Don’t be afraid.” He latches onto your neck again, deepening the already purple marks, “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”
You let out a loud moan, panting as you clench and cum on his hand. You feel a little bit of liquid drip out, and you know that you just squirted.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” Harry gasps and groans, “You just squirted for me. That was fucking sexy as hell.”
You stand up and feel the wetness on your thighs. You turn to him and drop to your knees. His lips part and he smirks, “Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you. I like that.”
You look up at him and smile, “I’ll do anything.”
He chuckles, “Yeah? We might be seeing each other again real soon.” He lays a hand on your head, “let me fuck that gorgeous mouth.”
You luck your lips and open your mouth so you can stick your tongue out. He rubs the tip of his cock on your tongue before sliding it in.
You wrap your lips around him and bob your head, quickly getting into a good rhythm.
“Oh fuck, y/n. Yeah that’s it.” He tilts his head back, eyes closed and his lips are parted as he pants, “Fuck.” He pushes your head down as he bucks his hips.
You take a deep breathe through your nose and relax as you allow him to slide into your throat. You gag around him and he moans, “Fuck. You’re such a little slut. You’re doing so fucking good at taking my cock.”
Your eyes roll back as they tear up. He thrusts his cock slowly in and out, causing you to gag each time.
He holds your head down on him for a few second before lifting your head off of him, “I wanna taste that pussy.”
You wipe your cheeks and chin and move to the couch, taking off your panties and tossing them to the ground. He walks over and lays a few fingers under your chin, “Sit on my face.”
You smirk, “Okay. Lay down.”
He shakes his head, “Turn around and get on your knees.” He sits down on the floor and lays his head back onto the couch, “Now straddle my head.”
You lift you leg and place it on the other side of his head. His hands slide up to your ass, gripping at your skin as you lower yourself down into his mouth.
His nose rubs your clit in just the right way, causing you to moan out. His tongue darts in and out of you and you reach a hand down, gripping his hair and tugging.
He moans against you and you gasp, “Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum again, h-Harry.”
He moans against you and brings a hand up to smack your ass. You whimper and bite your lip, “Again.”
He raises his other hand and slaps the skin of your other ass cheek.
You moan out, “Fuck. Fuck.” You grind your hips down onto his face, tilting your head back as you clench around his tongue, “Shit.”
He pulls your hips down onto him and starts working his lips and tongue against your folds and inside of you.
You let out a loud moan and grip the back of the couch, “Ah fuck.”
You cum again with a string of moans and swear words. Harry eats you out through your high and lifts your hips up so he can sit up, “Fuck, you’re absolutely delicious, y/n. I could eat you all day.”
You smirk and look at him over your shoulder, “Yeah, I could do this all day.”
He shakes his head and grips your hips, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive cunt, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
He grips your hips and thrusts his cock in fully.
You let out a whined moan, panting as you feel his cock stretching your walls, “Fuck, you’re so big baby. Feels so good.”
“Your pussy feels incredible. Fuck. I could stay buried in it just like this..” he moans as he slowly pulls out, thrusting in slow and deep.
He holds it there for a few second before building up to a fast and punishable pace.
He slides his hand up your back and grabs a fist full of hair, “Fuck, you’re so fucking-“ he moans and pulls your hair, tilting your head back as he rams his cock into you.
You push your hips back to meet his thrusts, gasping and moaning as he hits that little spot each time with the head of his cock.
“Fuck, I want to coat those walls with my cum.” He grunts, “I need to be in you.”
“Do it.” You moan, “Cum in me, please.”
“I want to feel you cum on my cock first, baby.” He lets go if your hair and brings a hand down, slapping your ass cheek hard and rubbing over it.
You whimper out, “Fuck, again.”
He repeats his actions to the other side and you moan, “Fuck.” You clench around his cock, “So close.”
He spreads your ass cheeks and spits, coating your asshole with it. He circles his thumb around before slowly pushing it in, “Wanna be in this one next time.”
You gasp and let out a moan, “Fuck, yes. Yesyes.”
“Such a dirty little slut wanting me to fuck that tight little asshole of yours.” He groans and digs his finger tips of his other hand into your lower back, “Fuck, I need you to cum, baby.”
You clench around his cock and your head falls down, “Shit. Fucking shit.”
Your body tenses up as you cum on his cock. He moans as you clench and unclench around him.
He can’t hold it back anymore.
His cum shoots out, coating your walls with it. He pushes in deeper, taking his thumb out so he can grip your hips.
“Fuck.” He grunts as he pants.
He holds his cock there for a few moments, catching his breathe before he pulls out. You lean up against the back of the couch and Harry uses his shirt to wipe you and him off.
“You okay?”
You look at him and nod, “Oh yes. I’m great. Are you?”
He smirks and nods, “Better if I had a shower. Care to join me?”
You smile as you think about it, but turn the offer down, “I should probably get home. I hate to fuck and leave, but I have an early class in the morning.”
He nods and chuckles, “Yeah, I can understand that.”
You get up and get half dressed before walking up to him. You pull him into a kiss and lean back, “I definitely want to see you again. Maybe lunch?”
He smiles and nods, “Sure thing.” He pecks your lips, “Let me put my number in your phone.”
You nod and hand him your phone so he can add himself while you finish dressing.
“Just text me so I have yours.” He hands you your phone back and looks you up and down, “You really are beautiful, and you’re not a slut, I just- that was in the mo-“
“No, I get it.” You laugh, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He nods, “I can agree with you on that.. let me get dressed and I can walk you home?”
You nod and smile, “I’d like that.”
——
“You literally only live right around the block, how insane is that?” Harry laughs as he walks you up to your door. You laugh, “If I would have known that I would’ve just walked myself.”
He shakes his head, “No. at least I know you got home safe.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, “Goodnight, y/n.”
“Goodnight, Harry.”
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You woke up late.
You slept through your alarms.
“Shit shit shit.” You curse as you quickly throw on leggings and a sweater. You have a new class starting today and this was not the impression you wanted to give the professor.
You look at the clock, “Fuck. I’m going to be so late.”
You slip on your shoes and go out to your car, throwing your stuff onto the passenger seat, you get in and start heading to your class.
You speed walk into the building and push open the door. You round the corner, carrying all your book and quickly make your way to the classroom.
You open the door and your heart absolutely falls to your ass.
Harry.
He’s your new professor.
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Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 15
Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)
Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista, o de Aurora.
NotaAutora:Tá demorando um pouquinho pra sair atualização, mas está muito corrido pra mim meus amores, porém espero que gostem e apreciem a leitura 🥰
Aurora
Finalmente as férias de verão começaram, o trânsito estava infernal com tanto movimento, a cada hora que passava Boston parecia cada vez mais vazia.
"Tem certeza que não quer fugir comigo para algum lugar e voltarmos só quando as aulas retornarem?" Fiz um biquinho.
"Era tudo o que eu mais queria, mas seu pai mataria se soubesse." Harry riu me ajudando a colocar as malas no porta-malas do Uber." E também tenho muita coisa para fazer aqui em Boston."
"Vou sentir saudade." Pulei em seus braços para um último beijo.
"Eu também docinho."
"Tchau! Harry." Salpiquei beijinhos em seus lábios antes do motorista me apressar para entrar. "Não se esqueça de me mandar mensagens."
"Não vou, agora vai, antes que perca seu trem." Ele me deu um tapinha em minha bunda me empurrando para dentro do carro e acenando enquanto eu partia.
Voltar para casa não era o melhor plano de verão, não quando no início do meu ano eu tinha a melhor viagem de férias planejada com Lily, mas depois de tudo o que aconteceu era de se esperar que meu pai me obrigasse a trabalhar com ele na empresa.
Nada poderia piorar.
Nem meia hora depois eu já estava em Cambridge, aquela cidade parecia a mesma, nada mudou, as mesmas pessoas, os mesmos lugares, era tedioso só de olhar. Não precisou de muito para chegar ao lado rico da cidade onde se encontrava a casa dos meus pais, era a maior da rua e pelo conversível vermelho na garantem minha irmã já havia chego.
Na maioria das vezes eu odiava ela, talvez fosse inveja dela por ser tão amada pelos meus pais, sempre sendo a melhor em tudo, mas Geórgia nunca foi má comigo, eu que sempre a afastei, talvez ela também se sentisse um pouco como eu.
"Irmãzinha!" Ela correu para meu abraçar assim que abri a porta.
"Oi." Respondi sem tanto entusiasmo.
Voltar para aquele lugar me dava arrepios.
"Entra!" Ela me ajudou com as malas. "Papai não está em casa." Me alertou e soltei um suspiro de alívio. "Mas volta para o jantar."
"Onde ele foi?"
"Não sei, alguma coisa de trabalho." Deus os ombros.
"E a mãe?" A procurei em volta.
"No jardim, ela fez um piquenique para nós."
"Ótimo estou morrendo de fome."
Deixei uma mensagem para Harry assim que cheguei, mas não tive uma resposta. Eu estava tentando me convencer que Harry e eu estávamos bem, ele parecia bem quando eu saí, mas eu disse: eu te amo e ele não disse de volta.
Ele não me disse.
Frustrada, subi as escadas deixando minhas malas no meu antigo quarto antes de descer e encontrar minha mãe e irmã no jardim.
"Oi! Mãe." Corri para seu abraço.
"Como foi a viagem?" Ela questionou assim que me soltou.
"Nem deveria ser considerado uma viagem quando não demora nem uma hora daqui para Boston." Ri me sentando na linda toalha quadriculada. "Mas sim, eu vim bem."
"E Lily, quando chega?" Minha irmã questionou servindo um copo de suco para mim. " Vocês não vão fazer sua viagem espetacular de verão?"
"Não! Não se falamos mais." Respondi cabisbaixa." E sem viagem esse ano, eu vou ter que trabalhar com papai e você."
"O quê? Ela é sua melhor amiga." Arregalou os olhos mordendo um dos morangos de seu prato. "E o que você fez de tão ruim assim para ir trabalhar conosco ao invés de curtir seu último verão da antes de se formar?"
"Ela não é mais minha melhor amiga." Suspirei fundo. "E eu fui bem ruim nesse semestre talvez eu mereça isso." Abaixei a cabeça novamente.
Eu não queira que as coisas estivessem assim.
"Não fala isso." Ela me deu um tapinha no ombro. "Vocês são Aurora e Lily, não tem como se separarem."
"Infelizmente tem."
"Como isso aconteceu? Vocês são amigas a tanto tempo, vocês não moravam juntas?" Ela parecia curiosa até demais.
Mas minha família sempre gostou Lily como se fosse ela fosse parte de nós.
"Sim, mas já faz um tempinho que não estamos morando juntas."
"E onde você está?" Minha mãe se intrometeu intrigada.
"Na casa de um amigo." Resmunguei. "Até gostaria de falar com você sobre um lugar novo para eu morar até terminar a faculdade."
"Sabe que tenho que falar com seu pai, ele já paga tudo para você, mas agora isso."
"Não foi minha culpa mãe." Choraminguei deitando no colo dela.
"Tudo bem, não precisa fazer drama tenho certeza que seu pai não vai deixar você na rua." Ela revirou os olhos rindo de mim. " Eu falo com ele."
"Obrigado mãe te amo." Me levantei a abraçando. "Muito obrigada!"
Depois de todo drama nós aproveitamos o resto da tarde com a mamãe sem meu pai para estragar tudo.
A hora do jantar foi desconfortável como todas às vezes em que eu me encontrava ao lado do meu pai, ele fez sua depreciação sobre mim e veneração sobre minha irmã, sinceramente eu já nem me importava mais, eu nunca seria a garotinha favorita dele.
E talvez nem do Harry.
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Eu liguei para ele depois do jantar, 1,2,3 vezes e nada.
Talvez ter dito o que sentia naquela noite tenha sido um erro.
"Eu acho que eu te amo."
Aquele silêncio nunca foi tão cruel.
"Aurora." Harry se afastou de mim. "Eu… eu não sei o que dizer."
"Você... Você não precisa dizer de volta." Sussurrei envergonhada.
"Me desculpe, só é complicado." Harry me puxou para seu peito e me fez querer chorar. "Essa noite foi tão boa, isso me pegou de surpresa."
"Podemos esquecer o que eu falei?"
"Aurora, não é assim, não tem como esquecer uma coisa dessas." Seus dedos acariciavam minhas bochechas vermelhas de vergonha e decepção. "Eu gosto de você, muito, mas é que às coisas são diferentes para mim."
"Tudo bem, como eu disse, você não precisa dizer de volta e vamos esquecer?" Meus olhos estavam lacrimejando.
"Você está bem mesmo?"
"Estou cansada, podemos ir?'
"Tudo bem."
Eu não iria conseguir ouvir nem mais uma palavra sobre isso sem que desabasse no choro.
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Eu sei que posso estar sendo egoísta por querer que ele tivesse falado que também me amava, eu sei que cada um tem seu tempo de processar os sentimentos, mas só quem já revelou seus sentimentos mais íntimos a alguém sabe o quanto dói não ouvir aquelas três palavras de volta que mudariam tudo.
Era meu primeiro dia de estágio na empresa do meu pai e a minha vontade de viver sumiu assim que passei pela porta. Como eu ainda era uma universitária, meu pai somente me deu o cargo de assistente, nem mesmo era a dele, eu era a nova assistente temporária de um homem chamado Tony que lidava com a área jurídica, sinceramente só por não passar o verão vendo meu pai no escritório eu já fiquei feliz.
"Senhorita...?" Um homem bonito, vinte e poucos anos, alto e de cabelos escuros com olhos azuis brilhantes entrou na sala do tal Tony que eu esperava.
"Aurora." Levantei-me.
"Eu sou Nick, o assistente pessoal do Senhor Tony e vou te guiar durante todo o verão." Disse rapidamente, estendendo a mão para se apresentar.
"Prazer nick." Apertei sua mão. "Não era o Senhor Tony que iria me orientar?"
"Não, o Senhor Tony é muito ocupado seria impossível, mas ele está fazendo um favor ao seu pai, emprestando o seu assistente no caso eu para ensina-lá alguma coisa."
"Tudo bem, e me desculpe, sei como isso dever ser chato."
"Tudo bem, eu só vou ter que trabalhar algumas horas fora do meu turno, mas nada que eu não de conta."
"Oh? Isso sério? Meu pai pode fazer isso com os funcionários?"
"Pode quando a ele está me pagando mais e vai me dar uma promoção depois disto."
"Então acho que você devia estar me agradecendo." Brinquei o fazendo rir.
"Vamos começar? Tem muita coisa para se faz hoje."
"Sim, claro!"
Talvez meu verão não seria tão detestável assim.
Era o fim da noite e eu estava jogada em minha cama antiga, esgotada do meu dia na empresa do meu pai, nunca separei tantos papéis em minha vida, minhas mãos estavam doendo, a única coisa que ameniza a situação era Nick, ele foi uma completa distração para mim, além de ser muito gentil e prestativo, mas eu não deveria estar pensando nele quando eu estou com Harry, mas Harry parece estar me evitando, eu odeio isso, ele tem estado tão distante e mal responde minhas mensagens.
"Oi! Maninha com fome?" Geórgia bateu na porta entre-aberta.
"faminta!Chegou agora da empresa?"
"Sim! E trouxe pizza." Entrou trancando a porta.
"Podemos comer isso antes do nosso 'Jantar da família feliz' ?" Questionei irônica.
"Eu não estou afim de ver o papai no jantar, eu o vi o dia todo." Bufou sentando-se na ponta de minha cama.
"Pensei que amasse isso?" Sentei-me abrindo a caixa que ela deixou ao seu lado, pegando um pedaço. "O homem te venera, é tudo o que eu mais queria."
"Ele venera uma versão de mim que ele mesmo inventou." Revirou os olhos. "E não se martirize tanto você está indo bem."
"Obrigada." Agradeci com a boca cheia de pizza.
"Eu posso te contar uma coisa, mas você nunca pode contar para ninguém."
"Ok."
"Promete?"
"Sim, prometo." Afirmei curiosa.
"Eu larguei meu mestrado."
"Largou? Como assim?"
"Eu conheci alguém."
"Uma cara?"
"Eu conheci uma mulher."
"O quê?"
"É eu… Eu gosto de garotas."
"Oh! Agora tudo faz sentido, muito sentido."
Acho que Geórgia sempre deu sinais, mas nunca percebi e sinto por não ter apoiado mais ela, a minha obsessão pela aprovação do papai atrapalhou tudo.
"Cala boca!" Ela brincou me dando um empurrão me fazendo quase cair da cama. "Ela é linda! A mulher mais bonita que já vi, ela mora aqui na cidade e eu estou aqui morando com ela."
"O quê? Oh! Meu Deus! O papai vai surtar se souber."
"Você não pode contar."
"E como ele ainda não descobriu?'
"Eu tenho alguns contatos na faculdade que me devem uns favores, é muito bom saber os podres de alguém."
"Independentemente do que acontecer e se o papai descobri eu estou muito feliz por você e por confiar em mim e ter se aberto sobre isso." A puxei para um abraço apertado.
"Muito obrigada, eu estou muito feliz que saiba."
"E quando eu vou conhecer ela?"
"Logo, podemos marcar algo essa semana."
"Ótimo estou ansiosa para isso."
"Ei, onde está o contrato da empresa Sautor?" Nick apareceu na minha mesa improvisada logo pela manhã.
"Bom dia para você também." Retruquei.
"Eu não tenho tempo para isso."
"Mal-humorado." Murmurei baixinho. "Que contrato?"
"Esta entre aqueles papeis que separou ontem."
"Estão todos aqui." Entreguei-lhe a enorme pilha que separei.
"Uau! Aurora, estão organizados em ordem alfabética." Ergueu as sobrancelhas admirado. "Bom trabalho." Nick Sorriu e por um segundo senti uma estranha sensação de satisfação.
"Obrigado, Nick." Sorri de volta antes de voltar minha atenção ao computador.
"Aurora?"
"Sim?"
"Tem planos para noite? Gostaria de sair comigo? Um jantar?"
"Me desculpe eu tenho namorado."
Harry não era meu namorado, mas ainda eramos algo, algo que eu me importava, eu havia acabado de dizer eu te amo para ele sair com outro cara era inadmissível.
"Oh! Tudo bem, mas se ainda tiver interessada, só como amigos, a galera do trabalho se reúne em uma pub no fim da rua nos finais de semana."
"Ótimo quem sabe eu não passe por lá."
"Ficaria feliz." Ele riu. "Como amigo é claro."
"Só isso."
Um drink com meus novos colegas de trabalho não seria uma má ideia.
Finalmente era sexta-feira e eu estava animada, não poderia negar que pensei sobre o que Nick disse e seu convite para o pub, precisa de um pouco de diversão depois de todo o tédio do trabalho de assistente.
"Geórgia?" Bati em sua porta do quarto antes de abrir. "Você vai ao pub com o pessoal do trabalho?" Questionei assim que a vi deitada. "É uma ótima oportunidade de eu conhecer sua namorada."
"Eu não vou." Ela virou se afundando em seu travesseiro.
"Por que?"
"Eu e a Jane, minha namorada, nós estamos fazendo 6 meses de namoro."
"E isso é ruim?"
"Não! Mas ela vai ter que ser babá, para uma amiga dela."
"Ela não pode trocar com alguém? Ou pedir para ela cancelar ?"
"Ela tentou, mas essa amiga dela implorou e como são próximas ela não quis desapontar."
Foi aí que tive a ideia mais estúpida do mundo, trocar minha noite de aventura por desenhos e brinquedos.
"Eu posso ir no lugar dela, se a tal amiga aceitar." Me ofereci genuinamente.
"Faria isso por mim?" Perguntou boquiaberta.
"Sim, não quero vê-la triste assim, é seu aniversário de namoro, é importante."
"Eu teria que ver com Jane e a tal amiga, mas muito obrigada irmãzinha eu não sei como agradecer." Ela pulou da cama para me abraçar.
"Me agradeça depois, porque eu vou cobrar está tirando uma noite diversão." Apontei para mim mostrando o meu look perfeito para uma noite perfeita.
"Eu vou, eu prometo."
No fim a amiga aceitou que eu fosse ao invés de Jane, eu não estava animada para isso, mas eu adorava crianças então não seria tão mal. Jane havia me passado as informações do local e assim que troquei de roupa para uma mais confortável pedi um uber para ir. Sinceramente era uma das casas mais lindas que já vi na cidade, uma pena ter uma placa de vende-se no jardim tão adorável, eu com certeza podia me ver morando ali.
Apenas três batidas e a porta se abriu, uma mulher elegante com uma linda bebezinha em seu colo me atendeu.
"Olá você deve ser a substituta da Jane, certo?" Ela abriu um sorriso.
"Sim, eu sou Aurora." Me apresentei.
"Jura? Essa pequenininha aqui também se chama Aurora."
"Bem, nossas mamães tiveram um ótimo gosto." Brinquei com a bebê e ela soltou uma risada fofa.
"Acho que ela gostou de você."
"Isso é bom."
"Eu sou a Violeta." Ela estendeu a mão livre e eu a apertei. "Vamos, eu vou te mostrar o que precisa saber sobre essa coisinha linda aqui antes de sair." Ela me deu espaço para entrar.
"Claro."
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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...
Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N
Warnings: +18, smut and sexual themes
Credits: AI pic posted by f4lling28 on tiktok
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Yes!! It’s funny you said that, but i always thought that too and teacher!harry would be so sweet if a high/middle school student had a period accident in his class! I think about that sometimes and i’m always like no one ever writes about this, but it’s common! 😅
Yes, i seen a tiktok of a female teacher showing off a drawer she dedicates to period products and it got me thinking about teacher!harry. Like i know from the start of the school year he'd make it known he's a very open minded teacher and is very inclusive to all people.
He'd never hesitate to let a student go to the bathroom because he never knows if its period related, a stomach emergency, or just needed to pee really bad.
I just know if a student came to him about changing their pronouns he'd imidiantly start referring to them how they'd like to be referred to. And then share with the class this students new pronouns and correct someone if they say them wrong.
He's have pride flags and flags of all pride in his classroom.
He wouldn't make someone stand in front of everyone to present something if they didn't feel comfortable doing so. He may encourage them to do so but he'd never force them in anyway because he realizes how scary it can be for some students.
The list is endless.
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You Can Be My Daddy
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭.
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implied age gap! don’t read if it makes you uncomfy!!
Phillips Academy
Victorian sculpted pillars lift the aging bricks that roams for acres over the land. Trees scatter along the property with pathways of cobblestone leading steps into the historic school. It holds years of academic success, painting itself in the many trophies set in tall cases throughout the building.
It’s one of the reasons Harry accepted the offer at working at such a prestigious boarding school; not only it’s astounding history but also the fact it promotes community leadership and engagement. They challenge students to develop what is finest in themselves and others, making their accomplishments influence pupils on campus to remain in their values especially when it comes to education.
Well, if their parents are paying 40-60 grand every year it would be in their best interest to really care about their studies.
The academy is one of the most expensive boarding schools worldwide. Filled with rich kids going about their days either roaming amongst the grounds in large groups, or supporting the lacrosse team in raging cheers. The ambiance of the school oozes dark academia, this high class atmosphere radiating once stepping onto the property.
The aura travels its way through the spacious hallways and into in Mr. Bennett’s office; past principals roam along the walls illuminating the room, birch desk craved in intricate swirls sit with tiny trinkets littering the space with some papers.
It’s where Harry finds himself sitting opposite of the desk, arms resting along the chair handles listening intently to his boss.
“Mr. Styles your presence is always appreciated, especially in times like this; I commend you for being able to accept an additional student with your chaotic schedule.” He nods his head in understanding, pleasant smile stretching his lips.
“Of course sir, I’m always here to offer a helping hand.” The grey hair man acknowledges his employee, serious look combing over his face as he straightens his back.
“There is however information that needs to be disclosed before she makes her exchange over here.” There’s strain silence in the air with the older man thinking about the choice of his words. “There has been gossip, and even though it’s very frowned upon in our community they still need to be addressed. This new student, Y/N. It’s been rumoured that she… well… I mean let’s just she say has a very corrupt mind, attempting apparently to seduce her peers.”
The news has his feet fidgeting across the floor, back shuffling around in the chair with his throat clearing.
Harry heard of teachers catching students kissing in the library or witnessing the occasional love note; so if this student was allegedly seducing teachers it makes this new found information haunting. There hasn’t been this kind of promiscuous activity on the school grounds before, and quite frankly Harry wants no parts. He has a reputation to uphold.
“If I may speak?” He interjects, fingers raising slightly as Mr. Bennett nods in approval for his thoughts. “And I’m sorry if I speak out of turn sir but… if these rumours have some truth to them then why is she still in the system?”
It’s a fair question. These specific allegations should be investigated deeply, maybe even having law enforcement in this very room just for this conversation to happen.
The words make the beer belly principal sigh in frustration. Fingers running over each other as he twists around in his chair shaking his head slowly.
“They are only allegations and without proper evidence to uphold them we can’t do anything but keep close eye on her.” Brown eyes connect with green, serious exchange between their gaze.
“Which doesn’t go without saying, it’s in our best interest that we do routinely check ups with staff members who have her in their classes.”
Harry nods his head in agreement completely understanding the velocity of the arrangement.
“I recognize the gravity of the matter sir, believe me, I won’t jeopardize my position.” Harry reassures. It makes the older man smile, happy with the response.
“I always trust you Styles, I’m sure you won’t let me down.” Standing he offers his hand out, Harry obliges smiling at Mr. Bennett appreciating his words.
Once exiting the heavy doors of his office, Harry makes the mental note to not fall into whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. Whether the gossip was true or not he still needs to remain focus on his job. He can’t fail to lose it, the pay and pension was too good for him to slip up. It would be stupid to get himself caught up in something scandalous.
So, he kept doing his usual routine throughout the week: teaching, conversing with co-workers, assisting the boys with lacrosse practice, and doing any extra help with his students.
Everything was going how it normally is, for example right now; he’s on his familiar route from the staff lounge heading towards his history class.
The tall wooden door peels open from the grip Harry has on the handle, and because the school is so old and lacks updated renovations, he doesn’t see someone losing their balance on the other side of the door until they slip into the space that it reveals.
Textbooks and papers fall across the floor, her repetto heels squeak against the polish wood with body barely catching her balance on the door.
“Oh my —I’m so sorry!” Harry rushes, holding the side of her waist as her arm slams against the wooden panel.
“Ow…” The sweet voice below him whimpers as she begins to rub her elbow.
It’s the tiny melodic harmony that makes his sight float down to her small frame. Feathery eyebrows crease together in her forehead, plump lips shining with gloss that push out in a pout, and her eyes… Harry so caught on the vivid colour of them and how they’re so doe and soft, like a bunny. His bunny.
Harry can feel his heart stirring. Feverish blood flow that begins to spread through his once relax body. He know this school like the back of his hand, from all his co-workers to the familiar faces of students from different grades, but you.
You’re new, pure sight for sore eyes and the grip he has on your waist rubbing over the skin in sincere comfort. He wants to relish in it forever.
“I’m so sorry dear these doors aren’t the most practical,” He confides gaze watching over her irritated expression.
“Tell me about it.” She grumbles, that causes him to break into a small smile.
“You’re new right? I haven’t seen you around before.” Harry questions, while releasing the grip he has.
He bends his knees picking up the papers and textbooks shuffling them along in his palms. It’s when he’s drawing up to stand does he realize the white thigh highs sitting neatly across your skin.
Your skirt was obviously rolled twice over to the point that it accentuates your shapely legs, a daring choice that adds an element of allure to the uniform; and as his gaze continues to float up, it makes him swallow hesitantly when seeing your button up with two undone to display your bouncy breast.
“Yes. I’m Y/N, the new exchange student.”
Your choice in clothing resembles the rumours floating around. The uniform still holds its sophisticated aspect but the revealing skin boarders on being called out for the altered apparel.
You’re a tease. It’s written all over you. From the way your socks press tightly into your inner thighs to the glimmer shining in your gaze; your aura radiates the many stories that Harry has read about. Pirates being lured in by beautiful siren mermaids, making them jeopardize their own ships just to be in their presence.
He never understood those telltales about the men falling so easily from the near appearance of them, but now he understands.
“I’m Mr. Styles, History teacher.” Harry states, his body going to hold the door open as he places the books back into your hold.
“Oh! So you’re my last period teacher,” Crinkle brows relax as pearly white teeth shine, eyes flickering down his suited trousers and basic blazer frame.
“So it seems,” Harry nods, deciding to not pay attention to your lingering stare, but instead widening the door at the chime of the bell. “I will see you in class then.”
He bows his head while stepping around you. The padding of feet with chatter fills the space as students litter into the hall. It sends waves of relief through Harry that he doesn’t need to be around your presence, though this tinge of desire wants to feel you beneath his touch again, especially with the way you begin to bat those eyes at him.
Harry tries — believe him — he tries to refrain every glare he makes towards your direction as you sit in the middle of the classroom. He tries to not look at your questioning appearance consuming his words, or when your elbows press together in your chest only adding more definition to your breasts.
He wants to believe that his bunny is at least modest especially with the rumours floating around, and with the first couple weeks you are.
Cheery voice greeting him when stepping through the door frame. Eager demeanour ready to learn with shining eyes. Hand rising in the air to answer questions or being next to him to ask about the recent assigned work needing help.
He starts to think to himself that everything was a lie. The seducing teachers and provocative actions, probably just spread because of her appearance. The student that he’s been teaching for three weeks didn’t show any signs of flirtatious energy and he was extremely grateful for that.
The weekly reports he’s been sending Mr. Bennett is filled with nothing but nice things about bunny. Discussing how she’s on time and already doing good so far with her studies. He thinks it will be an easy year, sure he’ll have eye candy for the remainder and it might be difficult due to her tempting wardrobe choices, but he has self-control.
Or at least that’s what he thought.
Harry didn’t know what happened, but it was as if a flip switched in you. Soon, the once soft voice that entered his class was tinged with an enticing tone to it. Gaze now glimmers with playfulness every time they would drop in a wink when you say the correct answer; or even when asking for help, leaning in dangerously close to the point he would see your soft tits just begging to be touched through the tight fabric.
He tries to refrain himself, ignoring fluttering lashes, or the glistening smirk of your plump lips. At times he needs to sink his palm in his growing erection when he watches your hips swing when returning to your desk. The curve of your ass cheeks poking where the material of the navy blue skirt ends. He licks his lips and tries to draw in his thoughts.
Harry has values to uphold, hell, even a moral compass, but with you, it was like you’re asking for it.
You know you’re beautiful, always using it to your advantage to get away with showing up to class late with flirty smile, or catching small glimpses of you on the school grounds chatting to boys thrilled they have the prettiest girl on campus giving them attention.
It was little things like that, that would bother him even though he knows it shouldn’t. All these little boys having his bunny attention.
It was crystal clear where it needs to be. It’s the reason why you’re at this boarding school, the reason why you dress the way you do, and it’s the reason why everyone across school boards is talking about you.
It’s just like right now; you’re looking over at Luca, winking at him as he smirks in your direction, both clearly ignoring the class speaker informing everyone about the history of Marie Antoinette.
The exchange practically has him fuming, Harry was now months into your teasing ways. Actions now more prominent when drawing your hand down his shoulder asking about certain questions, even a couple weeks ago, it escalated to the point he thought he distinctly heard you whisper wanting to do something to him, and when asked what you said you opted to giggle and play stupid.
In the moment he wanted so badly to grab you by your beautiful locks and leave your pussy an abused mess, but instead he abstained himself, going to the nearest bathroom and emptying himself in his hand at the images crossing his mind.
Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t pissed off that your eyes are on someone else but his. As Florence continues speaking he stands, writing three questions pertaining to the chapters they’ve read on the chalk board.
He allows the mineral to fall back to its original place while turning around smiling to his students as she concludes her speech. “The story of Marie Antoinette still leaves people interested to this very day. Her beauty, brave-spirit, and misfortunes that ultimately lead to her tragic death shows that even in those ages compared to now it still holds peculiar, life-like reality to the sad tale.”
Harry’s sight gazes over the uninterested and intrigued faces of his students, feet moving across the floor as he gathers his thoughts about the assigned passages.
“The three questions I have written on the board, who would like to answer?” Sight crossing over hands that raise with urgency as he retreats back to his desk.
Of course his bunny was glad to answer, familiar happy glint in your eye as you let your back curve deliciously in your desk to catch his attention. He let his gaze run over the many faces, purposely ignoring you.
“Hailey, Austin, and… Y/N”
The three stand and head towards the board, footsteps sounding against polish floorboards as they begin filling out the answers to the questions he wrote. He notices the way you pick the chalk closest to his chair, and is basically by his side as you wait your turn.
Harry couldn’t help but bite down on his lip, back ruffling against his leather chair as he looked over the board before turning towards his daily planner.
“I need everyone to read chapters five through ten and finish the remaining questions on both sides of the page.”
He hears some groans in the space with the rumbling of students turning their textbooks open to the assigned work. At the same time, Hailey and Austin find their way back to their original seats.
His attention goes towards you fixing the lettering at the end of your sentence, and of course his bunny was correct.
You stepped away, smiling charmingly at him while turning around making your way towards your desk until realizing the chalk still in hand; and with the sudden realization your fingers fumble over it causing it to fall to the floor.
The echo of your heels halt, spine dipping down to expose your perky backside and display your pussy covered in your lacy pink thong. Oh bunny.
The display of skin that he’s been wanting to bury himself in since seeing you in that fucking skirt has blood rushing to his cock. He’s biting down on his knuckle as he watches you hurry to the board to place it back and settling into your chair, expression as if you didn’t just flash him; as if you didn’t even know.
Harry inhales deeply, hand moving from his mouth to smile bashfully towards his students. “I have such an exceptional class this year. Good job to the three.”
Sitting up he looks over his schedule for the next couple of weeks, there was only five minutes left of class and he needs to dilute his thoughts of wanting to fuck his student into his desk.
He allows the chatter in the room to increase as time seems to drag on, his hand relieving the blood flowing through his crotch until the usual bell chimes across the school.
In the shrill sound it makes students flood out of the classroom, causing him to swiftly stand when seeing you pass through the space.
“Actually Y/N, may I speak to you for a moment.” Catching you before leaving, the once lively atmosphere quiets down as the door clicks shut. He steps back gesturing towards the desks in front of the classroom.
The cute confused expression over your face makes him chew on the inside of his cheek. Harry clears his throat as he watches you sit, straight teeth nibbling into the flesh of your lip as you give him that doe stare.
“Is there something wrong sir?” Mascara coated lashes batting innocently.
“Yes actually dear… you see, I’ve grown quite fond of you in my classroom,” A sincere smile beams, subtle blush spreading along your cheeks as you nod your head in acknowledgement. “You have been passing all your assignments and tests amazingly, I haven’t met a new student who excels so greatly.”
“Thank you sir, I really do try my best.” The words flowing out of your mouth meet with your finger tips gently gliding over Harry’s stance. One hand situated on the desk while the other is on the back of your chair, his tall frame cornering you into the wall.
Harry knows he should pull away from the touch, but he pretends it’s not happening.
“However I have some serious concerns to discuss with you.” Once again, those big bunny eyes completely puzzled at his words.
“I have to ask do you have any parental guidance in your life?” Your face stretches into more confusion.
“Um… my mom doesn’t care much about me, been sending me away once she got the chance.” You say with teeth going back to nimble the fat flesh.
“And your father?”
“He left when I was five, I’ve never met him or have much memories.”
Interesting.
“Why the question sir?” You ask, gentle voice sounding through the space.
Another deep sigh trails out from him. “Your uniform Y/N. Do you find it appropriate?”
It makes you rake over your appearance, brows creasing even further at the question.
“Well, yes, I haven’t been in trouble about it before?”
Harry nods his head. “It was never really a problem for me and I’m sure your other peers, but today… when you dropped the chalk I did see your um…”
“Panties?”
Still there’s this look in your eyes just begging for Harry to crack, especially with the tug at the end of your lips as they connect the dots of this conversation.
“Yes, it’s extremely inappropriate and part of me believes that with certain… alterations to your uniform maybe this mishap wouldn’t have happen.” Your hair shifts with every nod of your head.
He knows you’re pretending to understand, knows that you really don’t care about what he has to say. You only care about continuing your devious plan.
“Okay sir…” Lashes batting slowly until head knocks over to the side, fake expression appears once again. “So the question about ‘parental guidance’ what’s that about?”
Harry clears his throat, chest leaning away from you as he rest along the desk parallel to your body. He drinks in your sight; the teasing smirk and luring gaze drawing him in with your prominent chest ready to be in his hold.
“I think… you need a father figure.” Eye connection not wavering as your legs uncross themselves and sit up higher in the wooden chair.
“Is that so?” Sultry tone making the pumping nerves in his veins begin to spread where he wants your touch the most.
“Yes… it’s just so obvious with your skirt, why do you wear it so short?” Harry questions. His bushy brows rise as you clearly pretend to think over your answer.
“I have to be honest sir, I never thought it was that short.” Voice filled with such sarcasm that Harry’s nails are scratching into the desk. His patience wearing thin.
“Which is why I think you need some guidance.” He watches you lick over your bottom lip before you’re standing. Body so tiny compared to his as he swallows your frame despite his posture.
“Like a father figure?” Almond nails dancing along the waistband of his pants as you stare up at him with that same devious look.
“Y —Yes like a mentor maybe.” His hands leave the desk going to tear yours away from his skin.
He so desperately wants nothing more than to feel you all around him but, he has to be the adult in this situation.
“Please bunny, I want you to respect me as I respect you.”
The sentence has you stepping back. Pearly white teeth shining as you poke your hip out, breasts moving slightly from the motion that it causes Harry to swallow shallowly.
His fingers contract around air looking over your satisfied expression. He fucked up. Deeply fucked up, and with the innocent disguise finally dropping he succumbs to your plan. The one that has him a fidgeting hot mess in his own classroom.
“Bunny?” Your eyes twinkle as your heels echo going back to their previous place. Tongue gliding over your glossy lips with fingers running over his stomach.
“M —My apologies miss I —I”
“—Is that the nickname you gave me, bunny. Why?” Plucked eyebrow perch itself high as you still hold your devilish expression.
“W —Well… I… um… I think it’s in both of our favours to just pretend this never happened. I won’t even report it to Mr. Bennett—“
“—Now Mr. Styles.”
His name rolling off your tongue in a long drawl that it nearly sends him floating into your body. He’s becoming pray to your toxic ways. He should draw away immediately from your touch, he should be turned off quite frankly, but it’s his bunny.
His bunny who he’s been dying to feel under again and burrow in your floral fragrance. Your swollen lips look like they’re begging to be sucked on, luscious locks just dying to be in his grip. He wants to ruin you, just as bad as you want to ruin him.
“I know you stare at me in class.” Palms gliding down the expanse of his obvious erection.
“I feel it even in the halls when we pass by each other, your eyes on my tits and ass. Don’t you like them Mr. Styles?” Pressure applying to his dick that it makes him groan lowly in his throat.
“I bet you think about the way my pussy feels… or how my sweet mouth would wrap around your cock.” Eyes batting up at him so enticingly that he’s back to restraining himself against the desk, teeth biting into his bottom lip allowing you to touch him like the many times he’s dreamt about.
“Maybe I do need a father figure.” Digits now beginning to undo the heavy metal of his belt buckle. “Need someone to put me in my place…”
God he’s fucked, he’s totally ruined.
He can pull away now and keep this exchange just between them, act as if it never even happen. Save both of them the embarrassment. But… his bunny.
You’re so eager to please, so eager to get what you’ve been wanting, just so happy to accomplish having your way with a man half your age. It’s written all over your face.
“Maybe… you can be my daddy.”
The warmth of your hand dips between the denim of his pants and the material of his boxers. Small fingers curling around his cock gently stoking him with that fucking smirk.
“Would you like that Mr. Styles?” Wrist twisting with hand tightening. It has him moaning lowly in his throat, eyes fluttering at the change in your motions. “Hmm?” Antagonizing hum met with another flick of your hand as you rise up his shaft.
“N —No…”
“No?” Dreamy eyes glazing over in arousal as your bottom lip juts out in fake disappointment.
“We can’t be doing this… i —it’s wrong.” The hold he has on the desk releases its grip as he falls pray to the movements that have his toes curling in his loafers.
“It’s wrong… but your hard cock is in my hand right now.” Deep sigh leaving Harry chest. His sight flicks between your lips and eyes, the fact his bunny is looking up at him like the last time they were this close is sending him up the wall.
“It’s wrong but you want to fuck me every time you look at me?” Head knocking to the side in your devious tone.
“It’s wrong but you think about me enough to have a lil’ nickname for me?” Thumb spreading his pre-cum amongst him.
Harry wants to grip your throat and push you into the wall, stop the words of torment from trailing out of your mouth like it isn’t the truth.
“Come on Mr. Styles,” Eyes rolling amused at his flustered appearance. “Let me taste you. It’ll be just between us, okay?”
He swallows, shifting his gaze completely avoiding the question. The slight tremble in your voice, and the way your hands run down him so smoothly has his hips stuttering in your palm.
“Don’t you want to be my daddy?” Harry witnesses the way your pupils dilate like you want this to happen so desperately. How your lashes flutter up so beautifully… maybe this isn’t so bad… maybe this isn’t that scandalous.
“And I can be your bunny.”
Oh… how he’s been dying to hear those words float from your mouth. It’s why he ultimately subsides in tension, his hands that found safety curled into the desk now run along your neck.
One hand holding you there while the other scoops your jaw, thumb rubbing off the sticky gloss covering your lips.
“You are my bunny.”
Harry sees the way your expression glimmers with happiness. The stroking you have over him continues to twist and tug in your hand now slick with pre-cum.
“Always been mine.” Head tilting down to capture your lips in his. The taste of your peach lip gloss doesn’t over power the sweetness of the way you flow all along his tongue.
Muscles lap over each other with urgency, basking in the flavour you expel along his tastebuds. So savoury and delicious. Harry can’t stop the growl that trails between rushed lips.
All his daydreams and thoughts about the way you taste can’t compare to the real thing. Saliva drips from your mouth with tongues dancing along each other in pure erotic fashion. And when you break the kiss with such an high pitch moan, it has his nerves railing up his spine.
“Want to make my daddy feel good, can I?” The breathless draw of your voice sends shockwaves of arousal through Harry, the hold you have around him shifts as you begin to lower yourself mischievously looking up at him.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
As you fall to your knees Harry lets his hands glide into your hair. Capturing the unruly strands as you tug the remains of his trousers down his thighs.
He appreciates that you don’t waste time and suck the head of his cock into your mouth. Spit oozing out of your lips as you glide down from his crown and let your tongue escape to roam all along his shaft. Your muscle ventures down the underside of him, licking every surface expose that has him groaning loudly.
Harry has dreamt of this moment more times then he can count; your cherry slick mouth sucking him in so heavenly, gaze sparkling up at him with pleasure, hands running up his thighs to balance your moving position.
The warmth of your tongue is delectable to him. The walls of your mouth coating him in salvia as you slide him down your throat with ease. Each descend has Harry breath rushing out with urgency.
Two bodies in the one room greedy for each other in the wickedness of their actions. A teacher falling for the game that the student below him plays who simply loves the end result of her actions.
The constant vibrations of your moans add to the excitement of this moment. Your eyes wide watching Harry relish in the grip you have over him. It’s a tantalizing connection with flexing tongue and throat that accepts the length of his cock as if it’s nothing.
His bunny is so talented, showing him all her tricks. Massaging his balls softly while the other strokes down the expanse of him, your mouth dangerously slurping him up to the point your nose brushes against his pelvis. You’re so good at this, too good at this.
As you raise up from his shaft with tongue circling around his crown before descending down again, the fingers in your hair hold your head against him. Your throat quivers around his thickness accepting the hold he has over you.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry groans as you stare up at him so innocently just accepting the force.
Of course his bunny is very good to him. So smart, so pretty, so perfect just for him.
His grip releases allowing you to rise up and catch your breath, but even within that time it takes you to inhale you’re back to swallowing him down. Forehead nestling against his stomach as he rocks into the depths of your throat.
Harry keeps going, the same motions of letting you up only for you to wrap your sweet mouth around him and have him stifle your airways over and over again, just letting him ruin your throat.
“Fuck bunny,” Harry groans, fingers curling around your locks as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.
Lashes flutter up at him dreamy and teary eye, he knows your throat is burning, and he knows you like it because he sees the happy glint in your eye like when you say the correct answer.
The nickname makes you peel away from his cock and smile at him, string of saliva connecting between your lips and the head of his dick as he looks down at you in adoration.
“Don’t you like this daddy?” Raspy voice met with hands gliding down leisurely from all the spit coating him.
“Yes… so good for me.” He moans, eyes blinking lowly at the tickling feeling of his climax peaking through.
Redness creeps across Harry cheeks, nails scratching your scalp with bruised lip sucking back into his mouth every few moments. The feel of your small hands twisting and jerking him off gracefully has another moan flowing out of him.
“Bunny,” Harry groans at the feeling of your mouth beginning to suck his balls.
Big bold eyes stare up at him while you continue to stroke and tug at his dick. The sight of your saliva masking him in all its clear fluid is a moment he wants framed, especially when there’s so much it drips down your knuckles nearly running into the sleeve of your button up.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum… keep doing that.” The view of you so needy and pleased has the sparks raking through his stomach and jerking his hips forward in your hand.
The fingers in your hair peel your head away from their position and let them reach the crown of his cock. Your mouth already open and batting your lashes up at him in pure happiness as you continue to stroke him until he’s painting your tongue in long creamy squirts.
White lines that once draw down the length of your tongue blur together as he watches you stand, tongue still out and displaying the mess he just made.
The grip Harry has in your hair falls back to their original position, one on your neck and the other going to your jaw and letting your mouth close. His eyes watching you closely as you swallow his seed and open your mouth to display your tongue clean of his mess.
“So perfect for me bunny.” He utters, thumb gliding over the flesh of your lips at the same time you continue to tug him off.
And just as Harry is about to inch forward and taste the mixture of you and himself on his tongue, he hears plummeting knocks that break the moment.
“Mr. Styles.” The voice of Mr. Bennett.
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Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.
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Author's Note: This is more of an "original story" since the Harry in this series isn't based on real life, in terms of fame and career.
I need to shout out @a-strange-familiar for sending me the concept and allowing me to write this series.
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Series Warnings: Some explicit language, car accident, hospitalization, memory loss, mention of medications, ex-girlfriend, mention of medical issue (father), alcohol consumption, lying, jealousy, mention of mild depression, mention of blood, and A LOT OF ANGST
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[ Chapters ]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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