Mr. Styles » H.S.

Mara Zaragoza has never been the person of quite confidence. On her first day of at Portland University, she encounters with her Literature professor - Mr. Harry Styles. Who's a charmer and has expensive taste. Dealing with her anxiety and not accepting who she is, Mr. Styles brings out the best of her. With misunderstandings, finding love again, and completely bringing out the best of each other. Mara finds that her deepest affection in life is found in the one and only - Mr. Styles.

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5. Four

It happened so quickly. Zayn was walking next to me and next thing I know he's pulled and pinned down on a table by Harry. God, Harry—what was going on in his mind. His fist tightened Zayn's shirt, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted. "You ever go near her—you'd wish you were never born." Harry growled at him. He let him go and he angrily walked towards me. "We're leaving," he said sternly. Harry grabbed my arm and turned me around—walking beside him. I looked back seeing Niall and Louis helping out Zayn and Jade giving me a worried look. Harry pushed the door open, heading towards his car, and I pulled away from his embrace. "Are you insane?" I told him. He looked at me puzzle—his brows knitted. Harry straightened himself and fixed his blazer. He took a step towards me but I took a step back. I was scared of him. He stopped and frowned at me.   

"I don't like seeing you with other people. You're mine—you belong to me."  

I scoffed. "News flash, I don't belong to anyone—only to myself. I was never yours and—what you did with Zayn back in there, he will probably won't want to hang out cause I know people like you."  

"Me? People like me?"  

"Yeah, like you. You have like these mood swings and I, thought I was mad. But you? I thought you were sweet—I was wrong. You're nothing but a guy who wants to get laid."  

Harry chuckled and walked towards me. Swiftly and gracefully—the chill air blowing his long curls. I walked back and bumped my body on his car. "You think that of me, Mara." He asked me. I nodded, not saying a word. Minutes ago, I was strong and stood up for myself. And then he's here in front of me. He didn't smell like cologne at all, but vanilla. Sweet vanilla. Harry's body was inches away from mine. His hand gently cupped my face and his thumb caressed my cheek. His eyes were soft—a green wonderland. "I'm not that kind of guy, Mara. I hope, I can show you that. I really want this to work." He spoke softly. Looking up to meet his eyes, my stomach did the thing; it flipped and summersaulted. But I had to push those feelings away. I just can't right now. I pushed him gently away from me. "I–I don't, we're two different kind of people. What if I can't—never mind, it's best we leave this behind. I don't want to make a mistake."   

"A mi–mistake?" Harry stammered.  

I turned away from his gaze. "I–I–I have to go." And I brushed past him, walking away from him. Don't look back Mara. Don't look back. I put my arm out to get a taxi. Before getting in, my eyes wandered back at his car—he was looking at me. His body shadowed by the silhouette of the building. I couldn't see his face but I could see the color of his eyes. I turned away quickly and got in the taxi. Maybe it was a good idea—to keep a distance between us. I lifted my hand to my face and touched the spot where his hand was before. My fingertips brushed against my skin—it was still warm.   

It's been two months now. I haven't spoken to Har–Mr. Styles—or he's been ignoring me. Zayn and I are still good friends, and sadly were never went as far as that. Jade still worried for me, cause I would answer her texts late or when she called—it'll go straight to voicemail. All five of us: Niall, Louis, Zayn, Jade and I still went to the café every other day. We got our first exam back weeks ago—gladly he didn't fail me on the exam and I just turned in the book report. Every time he asks a question and every time I raise my hand; he calls on someone who doesn't have the answer. What a bastard. But at the same time, I feel he has something with Little Miss Redhead. He always seems to walk up to her and lean close to her. I hate him. I hate him for doing this to me. Which I have no idea what it is. He thinks that just because I didn't want to give him a chance, he's simply going to move on. I hate him.   

In the bookstore, I was stacking the latest prints that have arrived. Peggy, the store owner, was taking her lunch break. She insisted that I take my break with hers, but I had some English work to catch up. I was in the back shelf, angrily talking to myself. When a book fell from the pile I was carrying; I groaned out loud and picked up the book. It was a red hardcover, with a golden–I don't know–crest, and golden letters on the front cover. The title read: Love Poems, very classic. I flipped it open, it was just published. Looking at the spine for the author's name—I sure do hate initials; H. Edward, it read in golden letters. H. Edward? What kind of name is that? What idiot decided to do this must have fallen off of bed. Or worse, just got dumped by a girl or guy. I flipped it open again, the first poem was; A Nights Kiss. This better be good, I said to myself. I sat on the floor, my back against the bookshelf, and read.  

Stars align tonight, it's about time that I make  you mine.

The moon shines bright, and I can't help but look at you.

Your hair is as dark as the sky.

Your eyes shine like stars.

But your lips; which call to me, I can't help but to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste like stardust.

My mind is the universe.

My heart is open out to you, but you don't seem to see.

You're blind like the sun, and a daft meteor.

I can't help but remember a kiss that felt like soaring through the Milky Way.

A nights kiss, yes. 

Yes, it was.

A nights kiss, seen from the stars.    

Holy shit. Who is this person?   

"Miss Mara?"  

I yelped, getting up quickly and holding the book close to my chest. I looked up and rolled my eyes; I picked up the books and placed them in the bookshelf. "What can I do for you, sir?" I said bitterly. Harry, followed me as put away the new prints. He hasn't said anything yet, but I'm prepared to what he was going to say.  

"Mara," he spoke slowly. "Why do you keep doing this?"  

"Doing what?"

"You know–"

"No, I don't."

"You keep ignoring me."  

My mouth opened but nothing came out. I shut it and stacked the last of the prints. "If you aren't here to buy, I suggest you leave." I said a bit harsh. I didn't care, it's been two months in this uni and Thanksgiving break was right around the corner. If he just wanted someone to fool around with, well; I'm not that type for him. I rounded the corner of the bookshelves when I felt a strong grip grab my arm. Harry forcefully turned me to face him and pushed me hard against the books.   

"You're acting very stubborn, Mara."  

I wasn't brave anymore. All of my wits vanished down the garbage shoot. His eyes lost their color and his jawline looked like it was about to crack. Seeing this side of Harry frightened me. I began to shake as his grip tighten and my breath quicken.   

"The only reason I wanted a chance with you," he paused. "Was because I actually wanted someone, Mara."  

Harry's eyes shined with the light from the window. He was wearing a faded Ramones t-shirt, jeans with hideous brown boots and his hair was down. Guys like Harry were the ones I tried to not fall head over heels for in high school. Guys like Harry: good looking, with charisma, and got the attention. Girls like me, virgin and saint like. I don't go out because I'm scared. Jade's my only friend, seriously. She takes me out to these "lesbian" clubs. I've never been in a relationship because I'm scared of commitment. I'm scared of getting too attached and have to face the truth. I'm scared of being left alone–forever. I'm scared that, whatever I feel inside; will only grow stronger because of him. Harry's staring at me, his eyes searching for something as they wander at me. His grip loosen and I held on to a bookshelf; trying to steady myself. All of my energy has drained out of me. I'm weak. Fuck, I forgot to take my medication. All the air I had left is gone, my mind wanders; my heart ponders. I look up at Harry, he's fading away—everything went black.


Happy Holidays!

Here's the next chapter, and I know it's short.

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xx, ISA

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