"You okay? You've barely touched your food," Kylie asks. I look up at her across the picnic table and feel Mason and Troy watching me as well. No, I'm not okay. I only have one more period until I have to face Harry and I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"I'm just not hungry." I set my fork down and feel Troy put his arm around my shoulders from beside me.

"Two more classes, then you can go home," he encourages. I nod and attempt to smile at him but I assume it's a miserable failure. I have no idea how I'm going to face him after what happened yesterday. I don't know how to feel or what to think about him. Do I follow Troy's advice and be selfish with him? Do I ask him to risk everything for me? Or do I do the selfless thing and let this rare experience pass by? I don't know if I'll ever feel this way again, but can I ask Harry to risk so much to try and make this work for my own benefit? I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. Either way one of us ends up getting hurt.

"We should probably get to history," Kylie says, standing from her spot. The boys get up as well and I follow with my tray. I dumb it in the trash and put it on the stack, quickly turning to catch up with my friends. As I turn around I collide with someone.

"Shit, sor-" I look up and my body freezes when I realize it's Harry that I bumped in to.

"Mind you language, Savannah," he says softly, smirking down at me. I suddenly regret dressing so simply this morning. How does he not look angry with me? Either he's really good at keeping his emotions in check or he was completely serious about not giving up on us. Either way, I'm kind of impressed. I step back from him without a word, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

"Sav!" I hear Mason call from behind Mr. Styles.

"I'll see you in last period," he says, nodding at me. I just stare at him for a minute before stepping around him and hurrying off to my friends. Well that was a tad embarrassing. We walk to the hall where our lockers are and I feel unable to participate in any kind of conversation. His green eyes haunt me...I can't get them out of my head, not ever.

"Class is about to start," Troy says. "I should go to Physics. I'll see you guys later, are we doing something tonight?"

"Meet us at our car after school, we'll talk about it," Mason says. Troy nods and gives me a reassuring smile before turning and walking towards the science building. Troy is the only one that knows that something is actually wrong with me. I couldn't tell Mason or Kyile; if Ky knew I was crushing on someone besides Ryan she would not rest until she figured out who it was. And that can't happen. Mason on the other hand would just be a nuisance if he knew.

History passes painfully slowly and I can't focus on anything the teacher is saying. How am I supposed to learn when I know that he's anywhere near me. Thankfully no one presses the issue and Ryan doesn't even attempt to talk to me. I could not deal with that today.

When the bell rings my heart jumps into my throat and I feel like my insides are playing a game of catch with my stomach. I get up slowly and walk towards my next classroom, Madi finding me along the way. I walk ridiculously slowly and she dismisses herself to go to her locker before we have class. The bell rings as I'm walking down the hall and when I finally get to the door Madison is somehow already in her seat. I can feel everyone, including Mr. Styles, watching me as I make my way back to my desk. As I slide into my seat I finally meet his eyes.

"Missing one day, late the next. See me after class, Miss Williams." One corner of his mouth pulls up at the end of his demand and my won drops open. He cannot be serious!

"I can't," I respond. He raises his eyebrows and walks around to the front of his desk like he always does.

"It will only take a moment."

"I can't," I repeat through gritted teeth.

"It wasn't a request, Savannah. Unless you'd rather have detention with me for a week," he reasons, folding his arms and smiling at me. The class snickers and I just stare at him. He can't be serious about this. I remain silent and he takes that as my defeat. He begins with the lesson, reminding us that we have another story to read for tomorrow and another quiz as well.

I stare down at my notebook so I don't have to look at him. I know that if I look into his eyes for even a moment that I won't be able to function properly. If I look at him for too long it'll convince me to take him back and change my mind. I can't let that happen.

When the bell finally rings I stay in my seat. Madi says she'll text me later and I just stare down at my books as everyone files out of the room. When it's finally silent I continue fiddling with the corners of my page, just waiting for him to say something. Anything. I really don't want to be here.

"Will you just say something already?" I say frustratedly, finally looking up. He's sitting against the edge of his desk. Just watching me.

"Why were you late?" he asks calmly.

"Is that actually why you kept me here?"

"Answer the question, Savannah."

"I'd really rather not," I spit back. He raises his eyebrows and walks towards me, excruciatingly slow. I watch his chest the whole time instead of his eyes because well....his eyes.

"You're going to be in my class all year, Savannah. There's no room to switch teacher's either, I've already checked because I knew you would try. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not. So you should probably get used to seeing me every day." He leans back against the chair of the desk in front of me and I slowly trail my eyes up to his face. He looks surprisingly indifferent. Matter of fact. I'm a student, he's a teacher. When we're at school, that's what we need to be. I should have seen that as well.

"I guess you're right," I agree quietly.

"Have you changed your mind yet?" he asks in his perfect british voice. The question and the intensity behind it catches me off guard and all I can do is stare at him. He stares right back. When I can finally muster the courage to speak I'm not even sure what to say. I simply shake my head, no.

"Fair enough. You will. Have a nice night."

With that he turns and walks to his desk, sitting behind it and not giving me a second glance. I quickly gather my things and walk past him out of the room. My friends are waiting for me by my locker, probably because Madi told them where I was.

"I admit, I'm totally crushing on the new teacher 'cuz he's ridiculously sexy, but you were like two minutes late for class. Why on earth would be make you stay, that's just stupid!" Kylie says as I collect my things. I just shrug and start to walk towards the parking lot with her and Troy. Mason is waiting by his car.

"What took you guys so long?" he asks.

"Savannah was in trouble," Troy teases, poking my side. I squirm away without a smile on my face.

"So do you guys want to come over?" Mason asks. "We could go to the boardwalk or something as well."

"I need to get home, Mase. I have homework," I tell him.

"I'll take you home, we can study together," Troy volunteers. I nod and tell Kylie and Mason to have fun together. I can't be bothered to worry about their relationship right now.

"Bad day?" he asks once we pull out of the parking lot. I lean my head against the window.

"You have no idea."

---

One month later. (Friday November 2nd)

"Are you sure you don't want to call Ryan? I'm sure he would still love to go with you.

"No, Kylie, I don't want to go with anyone. You're lucky I'm going at all."

"Sav, there are probably one billion boys who would take you to this dance and you're going alone? What's the deal, who are you so hung up on?"

"I'm not. I just don't want to go with anyone," I lie, pulling the last few pieces of hair back into a loose updo. "Besides, it's too late now. The dance is in a few hours."

The truth is, I can't get him out of my head no matter how hard I try. I've taken up distracting myself instead since I know I have no hope of actually moving on. I just have to try to survive this year. It's going to be difficult.

Harry will randomly ask me if I've changed my mind, keeping me after class or cornering my at lunch time. Every time I say no and every single time he just nods and walks away. No emotional reaction, no other questions, no trying to convince me otherwise. He's being extremely patient...and he's definitely keeping up his promise of waiting. I don't exactly know how I feel about that. On one hand it makes me feel amazing to know that he's not giving up on me. On the other, it would be easier for me to move on if he would just stop being so amazing. It's annoying. Seriously.

The really sad part is that ever since I ended things with him, I feel like a part of me is missing or dead or something. I can't move on because I know that nothing is ever going to make me feel the way he did. Where do you go from there? I've tried to convince myself that what we had was just a random fling, a lapse of judgment based on physical attraction. But that's a complete lie and I know that. I can't deny the fact that I really did, really do, feel something real for Harry. He obviously hasn't given up on it either, so that makes me think that it's something real that I just need to try again and stop being so afraid of it.

But I can't do that. I can't ask him to put everything on the line for me, even if he is willing. He shouldn't have to make that sacrifce. There are too many negative things that could result from that relationship and I'm not sure that the pros outweigh the cons. Just because I've never in my life felt the way I do about Harry doesn't mean that I should ignore all the rules and risk so much on both our parts to try to be with him. What if it doesn't work out? That's just a lot of unnecessary pain and drama and it's not worth it.

But the thing is, I know that it would be worth it. The time that I did spend with Harry was incredible and I'm never going to be able to forget that. Every experience I have after this is going to be compared to him and it's going to ruin any other guy's chances with me. No one can live up to him.

There's a little snapshot into what's been happening in my mind for the last month. The back and forth, the arguing with myself. It's all getting very exhausting.

"Have you decided what to wear?" I ask her, changing the subject from my love life.

"No, I'm going to be raiding your closet. You have more formal gowns than I do and they're all way better."

I just laugh at her comment and we sit in silence for a while, once again leaving me to my thoughts. Yippee.

Dances at our school are usually a pretty big deal and everyone goes all out for them. The theme for tonight is Red Carpet, complete with a paparazzi corner with a bunch of hired photographers to make it look legit. I like to keep my look relatively simple, but I'm one of very few that feel that way. Once we both have our hair done we go to my closet to try and figure out what Kylie should wear. She decides on a dark blue number with a high neckline and wraps around the neck. It's also quite simple and it compliments her body perfectly. I hate it when people look better in my clothes than I do. My dress is simple; red with a deeper neckline and straps so the back hangs open a bit. It's really pretty.

"I think the boys just got home," she says, a little too much excitement in her voice as she swipes a brush along her cheek. She hasn't exactly done anything with Mason yet, but I know something is going on. Both of them are date-less for the dance tonight because they want to go with each other but they think I won't want them too. They're both just too afraid to talk to me about it.

"Well the dance starts in like a half hour so they better be getting ready."

"We've spent two hours preparing ourselves for tonight and all they have to do is shower and put on a suit. How is that fair?"

I laugh and shrug. "That's the way it is I guess. They get to look good without all the effort." She nods in agreement and puts one last coat of mascara on her eyelashes. "So, why don't you have a date? You've put more energy into finding one for me than for yourself." I watch her carefully for a reaction to my question; her eyebrows pull together slightly and I can tell that she's biting the inside of her cheek. She's nervous.

"Umm...I don't know," she says, not convincingly enough. I raise my eyebrows at her and she smiles nervously as she continues to put some last touches on her make up.

"Kylie, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Whatever it is, we're still going to be best friends."

She stares at me in the mirror for a moment and I smile reassuringly. She closes the tube of lipstick in her hand and takes a deep breath before turning around to face me. Maybe she'll finally admit it now!

"Okay, there is something I wanted to talk to you about," she starts. She fiddles with her hand and I nod for her to continue. As if I don't already know. "You know that I love you and I wouldn't ever want to do something to like ruin our friendship. You might be kind of weirded out by what I'm going to say, but I just want you to know that if you aren't okay with it then it won't happen. I wouldn't ever-"

I place my hands on her arms and interrupt her little speech. "Kylie. Take a breath." She does and I laugh a little. "I know you like Mason."

"What!" She acts surprised. "Like Mason? That's...he's your brother. I couldn't....he and I...we're just friends...that would be weird..."

I raise my eyebrows at her and she takes a deep breath.

"Alright, yeah. You're right. I like your brother," she admits, looking down at the floor.

"Ky, it's okay. It's a little weird, but you guys are so into each other, it's kind of obvious."

"It is? You knew? For how long?"

I shrug and walk to the mirror to touch up my mascara. "Mason kind of told me about it without actually telling me. I guessed and he just said he didn't want to talk about it."

"And you're okay with it?" she asks carefully.

"I'll admit, it's a little strange. But I can totally see you guys being good together. If you're happy that's all I want."

I laugh as she wraps her arms around me from behind. I do feel kind of weird about it, but what if they have the kind of relationship that I had? I want that for my brother and my best friend. It's weird that it's them together but...I do want them to be happy. And I would hope that they would say the same about any kind of rebellious relationship I may be involved in...

"Thank you so much! You're the best!" With that she exits the bathroom, probably to run to Mason and tell him what I said. In her absence I get myself into my dress and choose some black heels from my expansive collection. Once I've chosen some Kylie comes back, red in the face and lipstick a tad messy....ew.

"Go fix your face," I laugh. She turns red and ducks into the bathroom before coming out and getting her dress on as well. That didn't take long to happen after I gave the okay..

When we're both dressed we put on our shoes and both choose a bag to go with. We take a few pictures together before going downstairs to wait for the boys. They both stare at us when they walk down. Well, Mason stares only at Kylie. They take some pictures of us as well and then we do some with the four of us, saving the couple ones for the paparazzi corner at the dance. Mason whispers a thank-you to me before taking Kylie's hand and leading her outside. When I step out my mouth drops open; the boys got a limo for us!

"You guys did this?" I ask Troy; both of us have now been officially ditched by our best friends.

"Yeah, we thought it would be fun. You look amazing, by the way." I blush and mumble a thank-you as we walk towards the limo. (A/N: same look as selena but Savannah has blonde hair.)

We all drink a few glasses of champagne on the way to the dance and I can feel myself loosening up. I really do want to have fun tonight, even if I can't be there with the person I want to go with. Mason and Kylie are automatically acting like a couple now. It's a little weird but I guess I'll get used to it.

The outside of the event room at school looks incredible; a real red carpet lined with red rope creating the path up the stairs and to the room. Mase walks with Kylie but Troy stops me when we get out of the limo.

"So, I was thinking. I don't have a date, you don't have a date. You look hot and I'm thinking you would look pretty good on my arm..." he grins and holds out his hand, which I take as I laugh at how forward he's being. Nothing could ever be awkward with Troy.

"What exactly are you proposing?" I ask.

"What do you say about being my date Savannah Williams?"

I slide my hand up his arm, which he folds so I can rest mine above his elbow. "I would be happy to."

---

"Oh my gosh, I can't see!" Troy and I laugh like crazy as we get off the carpet along the backdrop for the paparazzi corner. There were a lot of people taking pictures and all the flashes are really blinding after a while. He rubs his eyes, but I cannot because of the makeup on my face. That was our third time walking along the carpet, and we're both pretty buzzed so I don't think we did any serious ones. We probably looked ridiculous, but who cares! I'm having the best time with Troy.

"Wow, if that's what it's like to be famous then count me out. I enjoy having retinas," he jokes as we walk over to the drink table. He gets us each a glass of punch and sneakily pulls out his flask. We've been drinking from it all night and apparently it's almost empty at this point. Oh well, there's more in the limo.

"Dance with me," he says, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. I set my cup down on a table on the way and when I look up from it my heart stops beating. Mr. Styles? Here? I looked at the list of chaperones before we came to make sure he wouldn't be and his name was definitely not on that list. He stares right back at me, his expression less than impressed. He looks absolutely incredible; more casual than the rest but incredible nonetheless in tight black jeans and a white button up with a black suit jacket. Eventually someone steps between us and I finally look in front of me again. Shit.

We dance to some random techno song and then it changes to a slower one. Troy leads my hands to the back of his neck when I don't react and rests his own on my waist. I can't help but look around the whole time, trying to see if I can see him again. I just saw him at school a few hours ago, but I miss him. I just want to look into those green eyes of his. I've never seen eyes like that before.

"Okay, what happened?" Troy asks.

"What?"

"You know what. We were having fun and then after that last time in front of the cameras now you suddenly seem like you saw a ghost or something. Do you feel okay? Did you have too much to drink?"

"No, no I'm fine. I just...I was just thinking about something. I'm okay."

"If you say so. Are you seriously okay with Mason and Kylie?"

I shrug and look to the left of us where Mason and Kylie are dancing, laughing and talking while they move.

"They seem really happy," I observe. I look away reflexively when he kisses her. Troy chuckles and I look up at him with a half-smile.

"It doesn't make you uncomfortable to watch them make out?"

"Well obviously it does. That's just gross. Are they actually? I can't look." Troy laughs again and turns us a bit so I'm facing away from them. He looks over my shoulder and nods. "Ew."

"Get used to it." He winks and I can't help but laugh again. I look over his shoulder and my eyes catch the ones I've been looking for. Harry. He, once again, looks a little angry as his eyes bore into mine.

"Umm...I need to use the washroom. I'll be right back." I smile up at Troy and leave his arms, making my way through the crowd and locking eyes with Harry before walking out of the room.

Being careful to lift my dress so I can walk down the steps and out to the parking lot, I walk over to the far side where no one would be able to see me. The events building on campus is right near the athletics building so I wait outside the little refreshment shack on the edge of the bleachers that sells concessions for games. Everyone knows where they hide the key and it doesn't take me long to find it. I push it into the lock and turn around to look at the red carpet. Harry is standing at the top of the steps, eyes scanning the parking lot. When he sees me I stare at him for a moment before walking inside.

I pace nervously in the small area waiting for him to come inside. Will he come inside? What am I even doing here? I've spent the last month crying over him and trying to get him out of my head, why am I doing this? I did not think this through. I should just go back inside and forget about this. What am I doing? Must be the alcohol...that's why I'm acting so crazy. What do I think is going to happen right now? This is ridiculous.

I made a horrible decision. I need to get out of here. I get the key off the counter and reach for the doorknob, jumping back in surprise when Harry swings with door open. He quickly steps in and pulls it shut behind him, green eyes boring into mine. Shit. I just stand there staring at him, key in my hand and my back pressed against the wall.

"What are you doing here?" I ask quietly. Well that was probably the dumbest thing I could have said. I practically begged him with my eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing," he responds, smirking and stepping closer to me. "Have you been drinking, Savannah?" I nod without thinking and press myself further against the wall, as if it will somehow created more distance between us. He steps close enough that our chests are almost touching. That smirk hasn't left his face yet and I really wish that it would. It really makes me want to kiss him.

"I should probably get back." My voice is so quiet right now for some reason. My heart is beating ten times faster than it should be and I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly with my breath. This was such a bad idea.

"Your date is probably wondering where you are," he agrees. His smirk finally disappears and I close my eyes briefly in relief. He looks annoyed now, but even then he looks sexy.

"Troy isn't my date. Well, he is but not like that. We came as friends." Why would he even care? I don't need to explain myself to him.

"I would believe you if he hadn't been undressing you with his eyes the entire night," he says lowly. What? Troy? No..

"It's not like that."

"Savannah, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight. Of course it's like that. Any man with eyes would take one look at you and want to bring you home." I feel my face flush and I look down at the ground. He steps closer again, close enough that our bodies are now touching. He puts his finger under my chin and my whole body goes crazy for his touch; something I haven't felt in so long. I've missed and craved his touch ever since the last time I saw him. My knees go weak and I lean back against the wall more for support.

"I know I want to take you home," he says softly. His eyes flicker down to my lips a few times and in the silence that follows all I can hear is our breathing. Don't kiss him, don't kiss him, don't-

Too bad.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips aggressively against his. He pushes me harder into the wall and puts his hands on my waist. I suddenly regret wearing a floor-length dress. So restricting.

I tangle one hand into his hair and place the other against his cheek, my lips working much more needfully than his. I tighten my grip on his curls, tugging gently. He moans softly and his tongue brushes against my bottom lip. I open my mouth eagerly and welcome his tongue. He suddenly wraps his arms all the way around my back, holding me impossible tight against his chest as our kiss deepens. He seems much more desperate now, more needy. Like he suddenly realized that this is actually happening. I slide my hand down his neck and to the front of his shirt, undoing the top button. I fist one side in my hand and tug him even closer to me while our kissing gets more heated. He starts separating his lips more frequently from mine for breath and I feel myself getting more and more desperate to keep him close. I untangle my fingers from his hair and continue undoing the buttons of his shirt. Before they're all undone I reach up and push his jacket off his shoulders. He releases my body for a second to allow it to fall to the floor. My fingers go back to his buttons and he bends down a bit, fisting my dress in his hands and lifting the skirt to expose my legs. When his shirt is completely open I push him back from the wall slightly. Without breaking the kiss I jump up, Harry's hands slipping under my bare thighs. He pushes me against the wall again, sensitive regions aligned perfectly and separated by a minimal amount of fabric. I can't help but moan against his mouth, the intensity of this kiss to much to handle. One of his hands stays under my leg, squeezing gently as the other goes back to my waist. I wrap one arm around his neck again while the other explores his bare torso, memorizing the dips on his stomach. I can't help but be impressed by how obviously strong he is, every part of his back, chest and stomach perfectly rough and amazingly firm. His body is sculpted to perfection.

This is such a bad idea. I'm definitely going to regret this tomorrow. But right now, the only thing I can think about is how amazing it feels to have his hands on me, to be able to feel his body against mine. I can't focus on anything except how incredible it feel to kiss him. Every nerve ending in my body is a live wire. Harry's lips leave mine a few times, trailing down to my neck. But as soon as he gets to a spot that makes me gasp his lips are against mine again, like there's some kind of force keeping them together. I know I should tell him to stop but I can't. And I really don't want to.

After a while our kissing gets slower, less needy and rough. We both just seem to be enjoying feeling each other. I think he's missed it as much as I have. He moves his hips gently into mine a few times, not rough enough to bring me to a high but it's enough to make me moan each time. His body against mine ignites something inside me that I've never experienced.

"Your phone keeps ringing," he says against my lips, quickly reattaching them. I pull him closer for a minute before reaching beside me to the counter where I set my clutch down when I entered. I fumble around blindly for my phone and when I finally pull it out he starts sucking on the skin on my neck. I struggle to keep my eyes open and read the words on my screen. I whimper when his teeth meet my skin and simultaneously realize that Troy and Mason have both called me more than five times each.

"Shit," I mumble, setting my phone down. Harry kisses me again and I slide my hands down over his chest. Against what my body is telling me to do I gently push him back from me. As soon as our lips separate my body feels a little colder. Both of us are breathing impossibly heavy.

"I need to get back," I breathe, leaning my forehead against his. He hums in response and I reluctantly untangle myself from him, sliding down his body to stand on my own. My legs feel shaky.

"I miss you," he says suddenly, voice quiet but sure. He lifts his head and stares down at me, eyes alight with excitement as he reaches up to tuck a curl behind my ear. Those words are going to break me.

"I can't-"

He interrupts me by putting his hands on either side of my face. The things his touch can do to me...it's unnatural.

"Come see me tonight. Please." Is he trying to destroy me?

"I came with my friends," I inform him. He nods once and I stare up at him. I'm trying to think of every reason in the world why I shouldn't, but there's nothing I want more at this moment. I need him.

"Try," he whispers. Before I can respond he kisses me once more, softly but passionately. "Please come." He kisses my forehead once and walks out of the small building, shutting the door and leaving me alone in the darkness with my own heavy breathing. Once I've calmed down a bit I exit the stand as well, phone in hand and dialling Troy's number. My legs feel shaky and my whole body feels on edge.

"Sav, what happened to you? Where are you?" Troy asks.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry. I got...sidetracked. I'm coming back."

"Back? Where did you go?"

Shit. "I'll be there in two minutes." I hang up and walk slowly back to the dance. I can still feel his touch, his kiss, everything. It's intoxicating in the best way possible. That was probably the worst thing I could have done for myself, but I can't help it. I can't stay away from him, no matter how hard I try, as long as he's my teacher he's going to be in my every thought.

It's going to be a along year.

Once back inside I try to act like I'm enjoying myself, but I can't stop thinking about Harry. I'm afraid I'l never be able to stop. Why am I fighting this so hard? Maybe I should go see him. Once visit can't hurt....

Yes it can. No matter how much I want this, I can't ask Harry to sacrifice so much for me. It wouldn't be fair.

When the dance is over we all go into the limo, a few more with us than when we came. A bunch of friends come back to our house for a small after party. We host parties once in a while because our parents are always gone. It's the easiest place to do it. More people would make it easier to get away, but I can't. I just can't.

Once back at the house everyone spreads to the kitchen, living room and backyard. More people came than expected and Mason would probably kill me if I left right now. I sneak up to my bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes and decide with my drunk mind to call Harry.

"Savannah? Where are you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just great."

He chuckles into the phone. "You're drunk, aren't you love?"

"Maybe a little."

"Are you coming to my flat?"

"Your what?

"Sorry. Come to my place, I need to see you."

I smile to myself and slide down the wall of my closet. "I can't, Harry." I get really nervous when he doesn't respond for a moment.

"Then what the hell was tonight?" he asks finally, voice angry.

"I don't know," I respond quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Damn it, Savannah, can't you see how much I need you? Stop fighting this, just please-"

"I can't, I'm sorry." With that I hang up and clutch my phone to my chest as a few tears escape my eyes. This man is going to destroy me, piece by piece. And I'm going to let him because it's the only choice I have. I'm completely taken in by him, addicted if you will. I don't know how I'm going to survive this.

Notes

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