mr. styles (harry styles teacher/student fanfic)

chapter 4

Harry's P.O.V

i sat on the couch in mine and louis apartment marking papers from the test my class did yesterday. not much of a way to spend a saturday afternoon, thankfully i was meeting the guys in a few hours to go clubbing. It was some fancy new club in town, not really my thing but louis was desperate to check it out and at least it would be a chance to let my hair down. I turned my attention back to the next test paper, it read "Name: Summer Parker" I let out a loud sigh to myself knowing that she wouldn't of done well. Summer baffled me. It was obvious she was smart if only she'd try. instead she's more interested in making sure her hair is perfect and misbehaving during my class. Yet there was still something about her that was special, something i couldn't quite put my finger on.

I finished marking the papers and shuffled them into a neat pile. leaving them on the desk i went to take a shower in preparation for tonight.

For at least 20 minutes i stood there letting hot steamy water pour over me, eventually i switched off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it round my waist before going to blow dry by hair. Not exactly manly i know, but its not easy looking this good. I threw on a fresh blue shirt, jeans and brown boots then grabbed my wallet, jacket and keys and headed out.

As soon as i got to the club i saw louis at the bar with Zayn, trust them two to be here first i thought to myself as i made my way over. I ordered a beer and took a seat on a bar stool next to louis. We were chatting about all sorts: sport, work, relationships, well louis anyway and having a laugh when i felt someone knock into the back of me, some drunk girl most likely. I rolled my eyes, if theres one thing i hate its when a girl is so drunk she cant look out for herself. A feeling of anger began to build up in me as i turned round to see the drunk girl was one of my students. Summer Parker! She stood there trying to regain ger balance in a tight black dress that showed alot of flesh, along with her long blonde hair you'd of thought she was at least 19 or 20. My anger deepened as i saw the guy with her, wearing a snapback and vest top his hands all over her body. Without even thinking i grabbed at her wrist, the guy she was with shielded her from me and my attention turned to him "She's 16 and I'm her teacher now i suggest you back off" i warned through clenched teeth. He got the message and raised he's hands in defeat shaking he's head before disappearing into the dancing crowds. "what the fuck" summer yelled at me still slurring her words "DONT, JUST DONT" i cut her off before proceeding to drag her through the busy club ignoring the questioning calls from Louis and the guys who had been watching the events unfold.

I felt her wriggle in resistance to which i only tightened my grip around her tiny wrist. Once we reached the pavement outside i released her "what the hell summer" i began "your 16, what are playing at being drunk in a club, with some creep all over you!" she just starred at the ground "god, don't you realise the danger you put yourself in?" i continued to yell at her, i could tell she was beginning to get upset but i just couldn't help it i was so mad. Suddenly she abruptly pushed me out the way and vomited all over the pavement. Seeing her like that, just a venerable young girl my heart softened. I held back her long locks and gently rubbed her back in an effort to comfort her until she was finished. I then slipped off my jacket and wrapped it around her small body "come on i'll take you home love" i spoke while walking her to my car.

She just about managed to tell me her address before passing out in the passenger seat.

By the time we pulled into her drive she was still flat out and i just didn't have it in me to wake her, not when she looked so peaceful. i searched through her small clutch bag to find a key which thankfully i did. I then scooped her up in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder as i struggled to unlock the door. Summers house was huge, i knew her dad was a businessman and that they were fairly wealthy but this was something else. I creaked the door open and headed for the stairs to try and find Summers room, all while she still laid cradled in my arms.After a few minutes of searching there was only one door left to try, and sure enough it was Summers. You could tell by the mounds of clothes, shoes and make up that was everywhere as well as the pink flowery bed sheets and fluffy pillows on her double bed. I laid her on the bed before flicking my hair upside down to reassemble my curls. Now would of been the time to leave however i noticed she had sick all down her dress and was shivering in her sleep, I couldn't just leave her like that could i? what if she was ill? what if someone had spiked her drink? what if she forgot what happened tomorrow? The thoughts struggled in my mind for a good few minutes until something caught my eye, she was crying in her sleep. That settled it, no matter how angry i still was at her and the fact she was just my pupil and i her teacher theres no way i could leave her like that.

I gazed the room for a moment or two, until the bedside cabinet caught my eye. It was white wood with pristine gold handles. I slowly opened the first draw which revealed lots of lacy bra's and underwear, quickly shutting it i tried the next one and found what i was looking for. I picked out a pair of blue and pink pyjama shorts with little gingerbread men all over them and the matching t-shirt, i couldn't help but smile at them, they were cute. Clutching them and walking over to the bed i hesitated for a moment wondering if i should be doing this but i couldn't leave her like that looking so helpless so i laid the pyjamas down on the bed and gently slid one hand under her back lifting her off the bed. Then with the other hand i unwrapped my jackets from around her, a small whimper escaped her sleeping lips as i did so. I threw the jacket to the floor and with the same hand carefully began to untie the back of her dress. As the tie came apart i took a deep breath and started pulling it down her body. Not being able to help but notice how fragile and delicate she appeared, nothing like the fierce and sarcastic Summer i knew from school.

There was no way i was going near the bra, I'm not a pervert so i picked up the pyjama top and pulled it over her head before guiding through her arms and arranging her beautiful long hair so that it wasn't stuck in her collar. Walking to the end of the bed now i pulled off her large heels and placed each foot into the shorts pulling them up her legs and eventually over the curve of her bum. Once she was covered up i sighed in relief, not that she didn't look good laying there but I'm her teacher it just didn't feel right, particularly with her being unconscious. Finally i lifted her light body one last time and pulled the covers over her, i leant down and carefully kissed her forehead. i saw her smile just a little. I then picked up my jacket and her dress, i don't care if I'm only her teacher, there was no way i could let her wear that thing again! It was so trashy and demeaning. I switched off her light and shut the door, making my way back down the stairs. On my way out something got my attention, one of her fathers business cards with his number on. Maybe this would prove useful so i slipped it in my pocket before leaving.

***wow this seemed long! it took ages to write and i tried much harder on this chapter since i don't really like the first 3, i may rewrite them? thanks for reading:)