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.


8. Invite.

"You fell in love with a man 4 years older than you, who also taught in our scho-" Payton scrunched up her eyes, letting her sadness slowly drip away in form of tears. I felt my mouth drop open, a picture of a man coming to view in my mind. I remembered him. His smooth, dark chocolate coloured locks. His emerald green eyes that reflected the light so beautifully it was like a night full of stars when you gazed into them. His strong accent belled through my head, as I slapped a hand to my temple. Grasping onto my head, I felt it burn in pain. 

"Harry Styles," I whispered, as my best friend threw herself onto me, wrapping her hands around my neck, her mouth millimeters away from my ear.

"Has he been here?" I asked out of curiosity, "Does he know?" Suddenly Payton broke into hysterics. She only managed to sob out a tragic 'No' before continuing to bawl. Pushing her off gently to see her face, I grasped onto her cheek. "I should be the one crying," I giggled, although feeling myself sink in a sea of worries. 

"He hasn't been teaching us since the first day when you two met," Payton tidied herself up, now using the makeup she brought here for me, to wake up her own face. 

"Pass me my phone." I demanded, holding my hand out. Payton shook her head but as she saw the stern remark on my face, she reached out for it. Unlocking it, I tapped through my contacts, searching for Harry's name. Pressing call, I felt my hands shake as I pressed the cell against my ear. 

"Hullo?" His husky voice made me smile instantly. 

"Hi, Harry, it's me Birdy," My voice was shaking, but making none of it, I glued my eyes to Payton's priceless facial expression, which gave me a confidence boost. 

After a series of ruffling, I heard a sudden mumble. 

"Oh my god, are you okay?" 

"Don't act like you care, Harry," 


"Save it, I'm not doing this for you, I need to tell you something, so bring yourself here," 

"Which hospital?" 

"Local," and at that, I hung up. 

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