Illegal.

He's her science teacher, but there's something about their student and carer relationship that seems abnormal. There's some sort of chemistry. That piercing feeling she gets whenever he looks at her, that twinkle of emotion. It's simple to say, it's illegal.
//Harry Styles Love Story.

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5. And it all led to this.

"Get dressed, you have to leave, now." Harry speaks, his hands shaking as he runs them through his hair, looking at his watch. I stare up at him from the bed, as he looks sighs loudly, catching my eyes. I could feel tears blurring my view, but trying my hardest to not let a single one drop, I only take a deep breath, reaching for my underwear and jumper.

"Give me two minutes," I manage to peep out, although it's was so silent, I was wondering whether he even heard me. Harry nodded, pulling on his boxer shorts quickly, leaving the room. The echo of the bang the shutting of the door made terrorized the room, causing the picture frames on the shelves fall over. I was trembling as I felt the material of the clothes stick to my skin, pictures of last night flashing through my head. Our first kiss. His warm hands cupping my face. I was haunted as his voice raved through my head continuously, I was going mad.

Finally managing to pull on the last bits of clothing, I pulled my hair back, my sweaty hands slipping off of the door handle. As the door opened, I found Harry leaning against the wall, his head hanging down, staring at the carpeted floor.

"I-It'll be fine, nobody found out-t.." I mumbled, placing my hand on his chest like it has been in the morning, his heart beats pumping through my fingertips. As Harry looked up, I felt my stomach spin. My head ached intensely, but Harry only gave me a meek smile.

"Look, Birdy, I'm sorry. We can't be seen together, it's for your own good, please listen to me. I'm not just saying this," He didn't seem to be nervous as he spoke, but his eyes wandered around and his voice tone wasn't promising. Was he as upset as I was? Or wasn't he too bothered?

"Harry, but, I think I-I love you.." I clench my eyelids together, piercing my lips. I didn't want to see his reaction. A wave of cold air breezes over my body, and I take a step back.

"You have to leave now."

*

I ran down the road, the wind rustling through the trees, as the autumn leaves fell to the ground, creating an image of colour. Although it was early in the morning, the streets were busy, traffic lining up for the lights, the sounds of engines that are slowly breaking down filling the air. The smell of gas and burning rubber polluted the area. Sprinting down the pavement, tears streaming down my face, pounding against my lips, the forest on the other road came to view. Taking a sudden gallop off of the pavement, I felt my eyes blur, images from yesterday and today haunted me, the sound of Harry's voice as he demanded for me to leave. As I ran through the road, I couldn't see or hear a thing. That was until I fell to the ground, banging my head against the concrete.

Everything turned black.

I wished I was dead.

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