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. Copyright © 2014 || All Rights Reserved


7. Six

"I'm-I'm falling for you."  

I leaned back and stared at him. Is he joking? "W-What?" I questioned. It's only been two months that we've haven't talked or acknowledge each other's presence. Two months I've been going on just fine with uni and my personal life. He's your professor, Mara, my inner voice told me. Professor and students just don't do well together. Harry said he'll give up teaching for me. He'll do anything to be by my side. I look at his eyes. All the greens in the world, mixing together, and creating art in his eyes. He's falling for me—in love or out of love—how can this happen. "I don't understand," I whisper. Harry pinches my chin and lifts it; our faces leveled. He smiles softly. My stomach does summersaults. This could be the perfect moment. Maybe I don't have to hide these feelings; I don't have to runaway. Since the first day—he was quite a catch. In his white dress shirt, buttoned half way, he wore these sweatpants and his feet were bare. My hand slowly approached his chest. I just wanted to know he was real. That he wasn't a figment from my dreams or I was in another dimension. Harry's hand wraps around my wrist and encourages me to continue.   

Together. The palm of my hand lands on his upper left of his chest. His heart. Harry's hand pressed under mine—I feel it. The heart beat—a rhythm of life. I look up at his face. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted. My hand slowly moves down to the inked tattoo on his chest. He flinches and I gasp and jerk my hand back. Harry chuckles. "Your hands are cold," he mutters. Oh. I take my other hand and move the white fabric so I can see the other. Two birds facing each other. I trace every detail the bird tattoos have. My hands move lower, I unbutton the rest his shirt—my hands shaking. A butterfly tatted in the center. I trace it. He was so beautiful. I travel back and cup his face in my hands. 

Harry opens his eyes. "H-How will I know you're not lying to me?" He raises an eyebrow—holding a stern expression. "You think my feelings for you are lies?" He says. I bite my lip and nod slowly. Harry changes his position. He's kneeling on the bed and I'm laying back on the sheets. Harry's hovering over me, his body in between my legs. He leans in and kisses my lips. Lemony and sweet. His lips travel to the side my mouth and down my jaw. My hands are tangled in his hair—twisting his curls in my fingers. Sloppy kisses are being left on my neck. He finds it and I let out a small moan. His lips suck and bite my skin—his tongue making circles on the wet spot. I hold my bottom lip in between my teeth. He's so into it that his hips slowly start move. My hands travel under his shirt as I start to feel his body again. Small moans escape my mouth as he thrusts his groin against my denim jeans.   

Harry hums against my skin and moves lower to my collarbones—repeating the same thing. His other hand holds my leg up as he thrusts gently and slow. I've never felt this before. The knot in my stomach, the heat running up my legs. I arch my back, digging my nails into Harry's back. He groans out loud. Kissing the love marks he has now left on my skin. I'm panting, and a feel a rush go through my body. "I want to kiss every inch of your body," he murmurs. "I don't want anyone else touching you. Only I can." His lips find mine again—his tongue entering my mouth. We explore our mouths. I bite his bottom and he moans in delight. We pull apart, catching our breathes. This was so new to me and I feel like I'm an expert already. But I know I'm not—Harry's the experienced one here. "Lets take this slow Harry, really slow." He kisses my nose, "Anything for you, my love."  

Harry wanted me to sleep for the night, but I couldn't. Jade and I had Takeout Fridays tonight—and I had a lot to tell her. I left her hanging when she called me asking why wasn't I at the bookstore. We were in Harry's car, I promised Jade I'd be bringing the Chinese takeout. Harry and I were talking about books—the most comfortable topic I feel safe about. His hand was gently placed on my thick thighs—once in awhile he rub them and I'll mentally go crazy.    We stopped by Yao's Little China and ordered mine's and Jade's takeout. As we reached the apartment complex—Jade waved from outside my apartment. Harry parked the car and got out; running around the car and opening my door. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He says. I nod, tiptoeing to kiss his lips. "Tomorrow around two, I'll pick you up babe. Wear something great." He leaves a lingering kiss, just before I head up the stairs with the food.   

"You guys did what?!" Jade yelled.  

I shushed her, worried that the neighbors might hear. "We had like dry sex—you know fabric against fabric."  

"Geez Mara, already getting dirty with your professor." Jade giggled and winked at me.  

I threw her spicy sauce package. "Ew, don't say that—he's just Harry, alright."  

"So you guys are like, boyfriend and girlfriend?" She asks slurping a fork filled with noodles. I shrug my shoulders. "He didn't ask. So at the moment no."   

"Tonight, I'm sleeping over. He's probably going to take you out on a fancy date. Have you seen the way he dresses? He's probably rich as fuck." I choked on my white rice—looking up at her. "Jade," I said gritting my teeth. She rolls her eyes and takes a huge bite of her egg roll. "Mara Sofia, I may be lesbian, but you're going to need my help."


Is is short? I feel like it is.

Anyway, thank you for all your comments.

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I'm writing a Zayn fic; Illusion .. I'll post the first chapter.

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xx, ISA

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