Harry Styles Imagines

The assistant 10.1

This is dedicated to LexiNoFlexy who requested a personal Imagine which I'm going to enjoy writing!
Here's the first part to a new series :)

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It's not that I hated World religion but that Professor Simpson was such a bore to be with. He had that typical old man monotone voice when he spoke and at times I felt like his heart would soon wear out considering the many wrinkles upon his face.

With his narrow bland grey eyes, he trailed his eyes along the auditorium before seating himself behind his desk. I of course had made the mistake in first week of sitting right at the front where he occasionally spat on my book when he walked around to examine our work. The countless amounts of times I had requested to move was indescribable but of course he wouldn't allow me. Not that I'd make a scene anyway, I wasn't that bratty.

"As you may or may not know," he groaned, looking up to direct his attention towards us. "I'm getting quite old and managing a full classroom alone is far too much for me handle. I have requested an assistant who should have have been here...20 minutes ago." He sighed heavily, glancing at his vintage watch on his wrist.

For the next 15 minutes, I managed to zone out of his lecture on Civilisation in Uganda which I had already heard countless amounts of times. My heart jumped and a loud gasp emitted from my mouth when the door barged open and running in came the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on.

His hair was messy as if his long fingers had been running their hands through them. The top button of his black dress shirt was undone and lips were red and swollen, perhaps from biting on them. I couldn't help allow my mouth to open at his sight.

I'd pray he was the assistant.

"Professor, I'm very sorry I'm late!" He apologised in a deep British accent which immediately turned me on. "My car broke down 2 miles ago so I had to run here. If there is anything I could do to make it up-"

"Very well, first day. But don't make a habit of it." Mr Simpson narrowed his eyes at the man who gave him a thankful grin. He placed his bag on the floor and turned his body to face the audience who looked quite amused. For a brief moment it felt as if he locked eyes with mine and that grin was made for me, but part of me knew otherwise.

"Students, this is Mr Harry Styles the assistant. You will treat him with the same respect you give me. I assume someone would stand up and give him a brief about this class." He scanned his eyes amongst the large room. There were 56 students in here so the chance of him picking me were 1/56. I trailed my eyes down his torso and his long legs, chuckling to myself with the fact that he wore White converse with dress pants.

"I see miss Lexi would like to share what's so funny. Matter of fact, she can be the one to debrief Mr Styles. Stand up." Professor scowled at me. It felt as if my heart had immediately stopped and all heads turned to look at me. I glanced at my friend who urged me to stand up.

I did so and tucked my hands into the back pocket of my jeans by habit. "Uh...m-my name is...my name is...Name Lexi is...wait no. I mean." I stuttered, mentally face palming for making a fool of myself In front of him. The entire auditorium began to fill with laughter and giggles, therefore I sat down ashamed, wanting to dig a hole and die.

"I don't think that's very appropriate or polite. No matter what the circumstances..." He turned to look me dead in the eye, biting his lip down and stepping forward. "You never humiliate anyone by laughing at them for making a mistake."

By the time he finished talking, he was standing directly above and I could see the beauty in his face up close. Not a single flaw. He put his hand out and grabbed mine, bringing it up to my chin and nodding his head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms Lexi. I hope to see great things from you," I nodded my head in response, not being able to form any words.

The rest of the lesson went by quicker than usual as I actually paid attention today. It felt different having Har- Mr Styles around who gave us alternatives to understand the work. I was constantly the one raising my hand up and answering the question.

I felt my heart sink as the bell rang because the next time I would have his class would be Friday and today was only Monday. I gathered my things slowly and said bye to my friends before making my way down the only step and towards the front behind Mr Simpson who was mumbling words to himself.

Um...Ms Lexi, do you mind if I have a word with you?" I stopped dead in my tracks and widened my eyes in nervousness. I hadn't found anyone so attractive that I was nervous ever since the 7th grade.

"Y-yes sir?" He stood from the chair and walked toward me with a friendly smile on his face.

"Call me Harry, Sir sounds too formal." He put his hand out for me to shake which I did hesitantly. "I wanted to ask if you're alright. I know being put on the spot is quite nerve wracking but I just wanted to make sure you weren't scared of me."

Scared? Please you're like a newborn puppy.

"No I'm fine," I answered quietly, looking down at my feet to avoid awkward eye contact.

"Well, you really impressed me today. I've never met someone so intelligent and beautiful at the same time." He rushed out, too loud for my liking. I snapped my head up to face him, my eyebrows furrows together in shock. His expression seemed to Mirror mine.

"Pardon?"

"Mr apologies, I forget England is much different to America. How old are you Ms Alexandra?"

"My full name isn't Alexandra, it's Lexi." I stated, more confident than I had expected. He chuckled at me and nodded his head, turning around to get back to the desk. "And I'm 18."

"So you must be one of the younger ones. That's all I wanted to say. You can leave if you'd like. Looking forward to the next lesson. We will be learning ancient Buddhism."

"Y-yeah.. Sounds great."

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Part 2???

What did you think Lexi?
-Mimel😆😅