It's been almost three weeks since Harr- Mr. Styles came to my house for dinner. Almost three week since he....kissed me. He kissed me. Right? I mean, did I imagine that? He was so friendly with me the first week of school and then he actually kissed me. And now? It's like I don't even exist. He doesn't give me a second glance in class and he barely acknowledges my presence. Did I do something wrong?

He obviously regrets it. That has to be the only explanation.

He kissed me, though. Not the other way around. I don't see why I should be the one to suffer. I didn't ask him to kiss me. I mean sure, he gave me the chance to stop him but still. This is seriously messed up. I don't even know this man, why do I care so much about what he thinks of me? Plus he's my teacher. It's good that he has forgotten about me. That could never happen. It would be insane. Absolutely insane.

But I can't get him out of my head. Those green eyes invade every one of my dreams. I can't stop thinking about him. I've even hung out with Ryan at least three times a week to try and get out of my head, to try and distract myself. That doesn't even work and Ryan is an amazing guy.

"Hey, one more class," he encourages, pulling me out of my daydreams. I smile in response and he puts his arm around my shoulders as we walk down the hall towards the creative writing classroom. I dread this period. Realistically, it's probably my favourite class. Mr. Styles, however, creates a problem. I feel so uncomfortable in that class. Madison whispering naughty things about him in my ear doesn't exactly help the situation.

"Do you still want to hang out today?" I ask, standing directly in front of the door in view of Mr. Styles. "You can come over. Kylie will probably come too."

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll meet you at your house after school." I nod and he leans down to kiss my cheek. I turn my head to the side to see Mr. Styles staring at me. He doesn't look happy. I look away as Ryan pulls back from me and I fist the front of his shirt to pull him back down to me, attaching my lips to his aggressively. He seems surprised at first, but he kisses me back, his hands pushing against my lower back to hold me against him. I feel bad using him like this, but I need to prove a point. And I need to know if this is going to piss him off.

Ryan stops the kiss, smiling down at me with his breathing slightly heavier than before. He's a good kisser. I've discovered that about him recently. It's not the same as...there's not the same spark. I don't want to compare them but I can't help it.

"Yeah, I'll be seeing you after school." He laughs and I bite my lip as he starts to walk away. I take a deep breath and adjust my top before walking into my classroom. My. Styles just stares at me, eyes dark with anger and hands balled into fists. I sway my hips a little excessively as I walk past his desk and to the back of the room to my usual seat. Madison is already in her spot, raising an eyebrow at me as I sit down.

"And what was that?"

"What?" I ask innocently, setting my books on my desk.

"You just sucked Ryan's face off in the hallway!" Shit. It didn't occur to me that she might see that. And she can easily report back to Lexi. She doesn't seem angry or anything, though. She seems amused. Thankfully the door slams shut, making everyone jump in their seats and look to the front of the room at a now very pissed off Mr. Styles. Did I do that? He starts handing out the usual, a quiz for the story we were assigned to read for today. He sits against the edge of his desk and folds his arms over his chest.

"Start. No talking."

Well, someone is pleasant. I feel him watching me the entire time and it takes all of my willpower not to look up to make sure that I'm right. When I'm done with the quiz I stand and walk it to the front of the room, finally looking up when I stop in front of him.

He stands up straight and I look up at him bravely. His stare is cold and his frame seems infinitely larger than mine. I hold my paper between us and he takes a few seconds before slowly removing it from my hand.

"Take your seat." His voice is cold and it's the first time he's spoken to me since that night at my house. I turn and walk back to my desk, once again looking up at him. He's still staring at me, icy as ever. I stare back this time. His gaze slowly gets lighter and he suddenly stands and walks around to his seat on the other side of the desk. He looks at me before taking a pen and sorting through some papers. I finally look away and start reading the next story while people continue to hand in their quizzes. When they're all completed Mr. Styles stands and starts handing out papers.

"These are the quizzes from last week. It's clear to me that most of you didn't read the story. I hope this week was a bit better. Today we are going to be talking about the function of writing a story in different types of narratives." He places my test in front of me upside-down and our eyes lock for a long moment before he walks back to the front of the class. "Who can tell me what it means to write in the first person?"

Madison's hand shoots up and he leans against his desk, looking amused. He nods his head at her and she lowers her arm, leaning forward on her desk.

"It's when you write as if you're telling the story."

"What kind of pronouns would you use?"

"I, me, mine, whatever."

The class laughs a little and Mr. Styles looks slightly amused still. "Care to give an example?"

"Hmm...I sat quietly at the back of the room, enjoying the hell out of the undone top button of my teacher's shirt." The class snickers and I look at Madison with wide eyes. This girl will seriously say anything.

"Yes, well let's try to keep the staring to a minimum, Miss Calidon."

The class laughs again and I smile at him as he walks to the board, continuing with the lesson. I turn my paper over and turn it towards the wall when I see a note for me on the top bottom corner.

We need to talk. My office after school.

My stomach flutters and I quickly stuff the paper in my bag before anyone can see. I find myself constantly watching the clock, waiting for the bell to ring so that I can find out what he has to say. After weeks of silence he finally wants to speak to me.

After an eternity class is finally over. Madison drags me out instead of letting me linger after class like I had planned to. I guess I'll just have to go to his office. Where even is his office?

"Hey, let's go!" Kylie says, already waiting for me down the hall. "It's way too hot outside. Is Ryan coming with us?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you there, okay? There's something I need to do first. Do you know where the teacher offices are?"

"They go by department; science teachers in the science building and so on. Do you want me to help you find something?"

"No, I'm good. Second floor, right?" I ask. She nods and I tell her I'll be at my house as soon as possible. Once she's gone I head for the stairs and up to the second floor. I've never been up here, but I hear that the classrooms are all on the first floor and offices and meeting rooms are upstairs. I guess I'll just have to go and see.

The first name I see when I get upstairs is the one for the head of the english department. I must be in the right area. I continue walking down the hall until I get to the third to last door on the left. It reads Harry Styles. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. After a minute no one answers, so I lean against the door and wait.

"Savannah."

My head snaps towards his voice and my insides shake at the sight of him. Bag slung over his shoulder, one hand in his pocket while the other pushes his messy hair further back from his face. He's so perfect. He stops in front of me and I wait for him to speak, but instead he just smirks down at me. Did I mention that he's perfect?

"What?" I ask nervously. Why is he staring at me?

"I need to unlock the door," he informs me quietly, displaying a sexy half-smile. My face turns red and I step to the side under his gaze so he can reach the doorknob. He chuckles as he turns the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for me to enter the room. I tuck my hair behind my ear and walk past him into the small office. It's nothing special and it doesn't seem like he's done anything to make it feel more personal. I stand in the middle and he comes in the room, pulling the door shut behind him. There's no window on the door and to my surprise he leaves it unlocked. For some reason that disappoints me.

He sets his bag down on the top of his desk and stands between it and me, leaning back against it the same way he does in class. I stand there silently, watching as he rubs his face with both hands, seemingly frustrated.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I ask quietly. I don't want to annoy him but I can't wait any longer. He drops his hands and rests them on his legs, slowly bringing his eyes up to mine.

"I would like to apologize," he says in a low voice, "For my behaviour."

"What?" Apologize? What does that...

He does regret it.

"My actions have been inappropriate to say the least," he continues. I just stare at him in disbelief. Is this for real right now? All I have been able to think about is that kiss. Now I'm finding out for sure that he definitely doesn't feel the same way.

"Right. Got it." I throw my bag over my shoulder and head for the door, stopping by his large hand wrapped around my elbow. I spin around to face him and try my best to look like he didn't just shatter me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, sounding genuinely confused. I do not understand this guy.

"What's wrong? Are you seriously asking me that?" I spit.

"Savannah, I'm just trying to fix my mistake," he explains.

"Mistake? Is that what you think of me?" The words come out before I can control it and his eyes turn sad. I can feel my throat tightening, threatening to bring tears.

"I don't...It was wrong. What I did. It shouldn't have happened and I take full responsibility."

"Responsibility?" I ask, laughing humourlessly. "I don't care if you want to take responsibility or not, Mr. Styles."

"You're angry," he concludes, dropping his hand from my arm. You think?!

"If you think it was a mistake then why did you get so angry when you saw me kissing Ryan?" Maybe that was a leap, but here's his chance to deny it. His expression turns slightly sour.

"You can do a hell of a lot better than that kid, Savannah."

I scoff and shake my head. "You have no right to say that to me. You don't know me. Why do you even care?"

"Because you're-" he stops short and clamps his mouth shut. "It doesn't matter," he says instead.

"It matters to me," I admit quietly. I don't understand what's happening here. I barely know this man but for some reason I feel like my whole world is coming crashing down on me because of what he's saying. Does he not feel what I feel?

"It shouldn't, Savannah. If you know what's best for you you'll stay away from me." I turn my body back to face his, moving slightly closer. His eyes stay trained on mine.

"Is that what you want? For me to stay away?"

He stares into my eyes for what seems like an impossibly long minute. I don't know what's gotten into me. This isn't me, I don't fall for teachers. I barely even know this guy. I've had many two conversations with him and neither of them went much further than hi, how are you. But there's something here, I know there is. Despite my brain telling me that this is wrong for obvious reasons, everything else is inside of me is screaming for me to try to make this work.

"It doesn't matter what I want," he responds lowly. "You're my student. You should be with someone your own age."

"So you do have feelings for me?"

He takes a small step back and shakes his head. "Don't. Don't do this. Just forget about me."

"I see you every day, how am I supposed to do that?"

"We don't even know each other, Savannah. It shouldn't be that difficult."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, my voice breaking. "I didn't ask you to kiss me. I didn't ask for any of this and now you're just...what? Moving on? You're honestly telling me that you want me to start seeing someone else?"

"Of course I don't want you to! Why do you think I kissed you? " He turns and runs his hand through his hair in frustration before turning back to me. "If the situation was different you would already be mine, trust me. But this can't happen. It would be unfair to both of us."

"No, unfair is what you're doing right now."

We stare at each other for a few screamingly quiet moments. He suddenly closes the distance between us in two long strides, taking my face between his hands and kissing my firmly. I feel those same fireworks I did the first time as he moves his lips against mine in a desperate fashion. His hands slowly move down my arms and come to rest on my waist, hugging our bodies closer. The kiss slows down a little, less rough and needy and more soft and passionate. I put one hand on his cheek and the other on the back of his neck, holding his lips against mine.

He abruptly ends the kiss, both of us breathing heavy as he presses his forehead to mine.

"I needed to do that. Just once," he says breathlessly. My heart sinks and he pulls his face back slightly. Once? What the hell does that mean? He's just going to kiss me like that and now...we're just done?

"What if once isn't good enough?" I challenge quietly. His eyes dart back and forth between mine. I can see that he's struggling; I can almost hear the internal battle going on in his head right now.

"We can't do this," he says. It sounds like he's trying to convince himself instead of me.

I reach up and gently brush my fingers through his curls. "Maybe we can."

He closes his eyes and leans his head into my hand. "You deserve better than this, Savannah. You need to forget about me."

"Are you going to forget about that kiss?" She shakes his head slowly. "Then what makes you think I can?"

"You just have to." I feel tears stinging my eyes and I blink profusely to keep them away. "Please," he whispers.

I drop my hands and step back from him. Is he seriously doing this right now? He can't be serious. I'm not going to be able to get past this, not ever. I can barely call whatever has been going these last few weeks a relationship, but that's what it feels like. He's breaking my heart. I silently collect my purse and step out of his arms, swinging the door open and fleeing down the hall. The tears start falling down my face and I don't bother wiping them away, ignoring stares as I run through the campus and out to the parking lot. Mason is sitting in his car, tapping impatiently on the outside of the door. I climb into the car and look away from him.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been sitting here waiting for like a half hour!" he yells. I just shake my head and keep my face turned away from him. "Savannah."

"Just drive," I command quietly.

"Woah, hey. What's wrong?" He puts his hand on my shoulder and tries to get me to look at him.

"Nothing, Mase. I just want to go home, okay?" I hear him sigh as he turns the ignition, pulling quickly out of the driveway. I allow the wind from the road to dry my face and hope that by the time I get to my house that I don't look as sad. I have people coming over.

As promised, Ryan, Kylie and Troy are all already in the backyard sitting around the pool. Mason goes out to talk to them but I run upstairs instead. I need to collect myself before I go outside. That kiss though...it keeps replaying in my mind over and over again. I'll never be able to forget about him the way he says that he wants me to.

Alright, fine. He wants me to move on? That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to make him regret making me feel this way and dropping me like I'm nothing. I change into my bathing suit and take a pair of sunglass with me as I walk down the stairs.

"Hey guys," I greet, walking to the lounge chairs and throwing my hair up in a messy bun.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Kylie asks, lowering her body into the pool. Ryan takes his dangling legs out and stands up, walking over to me as I slide my sunglasses over my eyes.

"I just had something to take care of," I explain weakly. She shrugs and wades through the shallow water, screaming when Mason starts splashing her like crazy. Apparently she didn't want to get her hair wet.

"Is everything okay?" Ryan asks, putting his hands on my waist and hugging me against him. He's so cute and those abs...I think he's a good candidate for making me forget my problems.

"Everything is great." I reach up and put my hands on either side of his face, standing on my tip toes as he leans down to kiss me. It's short and sweet, how I imagine it would feel to kiss your best friend. Obviously I care about him, but it's just not the same...

No. I won't give him that. I'm not going to compare every moment of my time with Ryan to Mr. Styles. That's not fair to anyone and I won't let myself do it. We both sit down on lounge chairs and he starts telling me a random story from his last period today. I listen, but also watch curiously while Kylie swims with the boys. Mason keeps splashing her and they both keep giggling and getting closer to each other. She suddenly dunks his head under the water and when he comes back up he wraps his arms around her waist and dives into the water with her. What is going on?

"How was your last period? How's that new teacher?" Ryan asks. I pull my attention from the obvious flirting coming from my best friend and my brother. I get a clear picture of Mr. Styles in my head, curly hair, green eyes, pink lips. Damn him.

"He's alright, I guess." I shrug and take a sip of lemonade from my glass.

"Madi told me she's going to try to sleep with him." He laughs and I sit forward and start choking on my lemonade. My eyes water as I continue coughing with a burning sensation growing in my throat. Ryan sits up and puts his hand on my back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I croak. "Was she serious?"

He shrugs. "Who knows. It's Madi, so I wouldn't be surprised." He laughs and I sit back again.

"Right." That's extremely disturbing.

"Sav, can I ask you something?"

I nod and sit forward, putting my legs off the side of the chair so we're facing each other. "Sure."

"So tomorrow is Friday."

"Yeah," I laugh. He's adorable.

"I was umm..I want to take you out. On a date." He looks up at me nervously.

"That's not really a question," I tease. He blushes a little and I put my hand on his leg. "I'm kidding. I would love to go out with you."

"Are you finally asking her out!" Troy yells from the pool. Ryan turns and gives him the finger and I just laugh. Troy gives us a thumbs up.

Notes

that one was longgggggg but it seemed like nothing really happened for some reason....
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