Chapter 5:
Juliet’s POV
“Smells great,” I jumped and turned on my heels, facing Mr. Styles.
I let my hand drop from my heart and sighed thanking god it wasn’t some masked murder. He chuckled and flipped his hair. Damn.
“So…” He started, shifting in his spot awkwardly.
“Um… I made breakfast: pancakes and bacon. It’s the least I can do for you since you helped me out yesterday.” I awkwardly coughed and stuck my hands in my pajama pants.
“It was my pleasure. You deserves someone, keeping all that bottled up isn’t good you know.” He looked at me with his eyebrows frowned and eyes full of worry.
“I don’t want to be a burden on anyone. I just… it’s just… everyone tells me they’re sorry for my loss or everything will be ok. I just don’t want the pity anymore.”
Mr. Styles took a couple steps toward me and was now standing face to face with me, our noses only inches apart. “It’s a lie.” I raised an eyebrow. “That everything will be ok, it’s a lie. Our parents, teachers, doctors, even our friends tell us everything will be ok, when in reality, it won’t, but I can tell you one thing that’s not a lie… you do not have to be alone.”
“Sometimes it’s easier to be alone, sometimes it’s easier to not let people in so you wont have to experience them leaving… no one sticks around.” I took a deep breath and starred right back into my teacher’s green eyes, “I’m tired of pretending like I’m happy all the time, I want to get over it, I want to forget… it’s just, I can’t.”
“You never really get over it, it just gets easier,” by now out lips were centimeters apart and out foreheads laid pressed against each others.
I moved my eyes towards his nose, then jawline and lips, and back up to his eyes. He was starring directly at my lips. He’s engaged.
It totally slipped my mind he’s my teacher… and engaged. I pulled away and watched as his not hurt eyes watched me carefully as I made my way to the stove.
What was that? He’s my teacher and I’m his student. It’s probably a bad enough thing he’s at my house and slept in the same bed as me last night. Plus, he’s engaged. I grabbed a plate and turned to face him and put on a fake smile.
“Breakfast?”
Harry’s POV
I watched as her brown hair bobbed up and down and her shoulders shook as she laughed. Her hand was in front of her mouth covering her smile, I was laughing along too, letting myself get lost in telling her the story of the time my pants ripped during school when I was teaching once.
“Oh my gosh! Are you serious?”
I chuckled and nodded my head, “Dead serious, I learned my lesson: never to wear skinny jeans to school again. Some girls asked me if I needed their help. I face-palmed and she was sent into another fit of laughter.
This time she was clapping her hands and no sound was coming out of her mouth, her eyes were squeezed shut. The sight in front of me is absolutely adorable Juliet is absolutely adorable. Everything about her, she’s just so…I can’t put my finger quite on it she’s just… adorable.
I chuckled and let a grin slide across my face as she finally settled down and was trying to catch her breath.
“I think I’m crying,” she whipped imaginary tears away from her face. “I’ve probably got abs.” She let her hand fall to her stomach and grinned.
I shook my head and smiled in her direction. “Hey,” I started, “it’s been great hanging with you, we should do it again sometime, but I’m already late for my job and I was told I had to there today.” I got up from my spot on the chair, in the kitchen, and brought my plate to the sink. “Do you need a ride? To school? I can take you.”
She walked up beside me and out hips bumped when she put her plate in the sink, I sweat I just felt fireworks… and it’s her hip.
“Nah, I’m just gonna stick around here for today, I don’t feel like getting dressed,” She pointed down to her pajamas and I laughed.
“Alright then.” I let her walk me to the front door and I put my shoes on. “Maybe I can come back around here after school. I can bring you your work and help you if you don’t understand it.” She looked like she was thinking about it for a second and I put on a nervous smile.
“Alright,” she started, “that’d be nice. You can come around her later, I’ll be waiting.”
She opened the door and I did a victory dance in my head, I walked outside into the cool brisk September air. “See you later Juliet,” I waved.
“Bye Mr. Styles.” She closed the door and I walked toward my car. I think I just scored a study date with my student.
**
I walked down the long hallway only seeing a couple kids by their lockers that stayed behind after school activities. I checked the time on the watch on my right hand, 6:15. Perfect.
I walked out of the school doors and couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face; I basically skipped down the steps and to the teacher’s parking lot. I couldn’t help but get a funny feeling all over when I think of her or just the thought of seeing her later.
I know she’s my student, but I can’t help but have a tiny crush on her. I remembered on my way to school this morning when I called Karen and boy did she give me an ear full.
Our conversation basically surrounded her, yelling at me and telling me what a terrible fiancé I am. But right when I said, “if you hate me this much and can’t trust me, I can always cancel the wedding.”
But that resulted in her saying, “No no baby! I as just angry don’t cancel it. I love you so much, don’t do this.” And that resulted in me giving in and melting under her little spell. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, it’s just at the beginning of our relationship, she was a different person, she’s changed so much.
I fell in love with Karen, the sweet, loving, caring girl from Yorkshire, not Karen, the bitchy, cocky girl she’s turned into. When I proposed, I meant it. I wanted to get married to her, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but now, I cant even stand being around her.
I let myself get lost in Ed Sheeran as I pulled up to her house. I jumped out of my car and tried to calm myself down a bit before I got to her front door. I took a couple of deep breaths and before I knew it, I was standing face to face with her red door. My hand rang the doorbell and I let a grin slide across my face.
The door opened and my sight landed on Juliet. My smile dropped as I took in her appearance. Her hair disheveled and her shirt ripped, her eyes were red and tears were freely streaming down her face. I heard whimpers coming from inside, so I pushed Juliet aside and let myself inside and the sight I saw made me cringe.
Juliet’s little sister was sitting by the shattered coffee table crying. I looked behind me and saw Juliet sitting on the ground biting her nails, a present bruise forming up her arms. What. Happened. Here?
Juliet's POV
Flashback before Harry arrived
The front door opened and closed and I could hear the footsteps of my father coming through the halls. The present smile on my face, that's been there all day, dropped as I saw the look on my father's face. There he stood in the front of me and Paris on the couch, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists.
I’m angry,” he said through clenched teeth.
My hand made its way to Paris’ hand and we intertwined out fingers, preparing ourselves for the beating that was about to go down. He did this when my mother died too. He would come home from work and lock himself in his took with a couple of booze or get angry at the world and take it our on us.
“Paris,” he said and motioned with his finger for her to come up to him for the first and the most brutal beating.
“Wait!” I yelled, standing up and pushing Paris into the couch. “I’ll go first this time. Take me first.”
An evil smirk spread across his face and my stomach churned. This is not my dad. He grabbed my arm and yanked it towards him causing me to fly into his chest.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, squeezing my arm harder, making me whimper and try to get away from his gasp. “Too fucking bad. This is how I felt all day.” By now, tears were streaming down my face and I could feel a bruise forming. “I hate you!” and with that, he threw me down causing me to fly into the coffee table, shattering the glass into a million tiny pieces.
I felt some shreds of glass going threw my pants and shirt, but I wasn’t worried about the pain. I was worried about Paris and my father kicking her in the stomach. I quickly stood up, causing glass to go into my hands and my head to spin, but I shook it off. I jumped on my dad’s back and kicked him in the stomach with my feet.
He quite kicking Paris and I saw her craw by the shattered coffee table grasping her stomach and grasping for air. I was thrown back and my back hit the ground, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me. I groaned in pain and watched as my father spit on both Paris and I and then walked up the stairs laughing.
Flashback over
I sat biting my nails and rocking back and forth. I could hear Mr. Styles talking to Paris since I didn’t answer him when he asked me what happened. My stomach dropped even more and I flinched when a hand touched my shoulder. I crawled back to the side of the couch and squeezed my eyes shut preparing to get hit or something, but I felt myself being drawn into someone’s arms instead.
“Paris told me everything. We’re getting you two out of here, you and your sister can stay with me tonight.” Mr. Styles’ warm breath caused me to shiver and I nodded my head signaling that I was alright going to his house.
I was picked up bridal style and my head was pushed into a warm chest. I breathed in Mr. Styles scent and I could hear my sister’s footsteps behind us. I was sent in the passenger’s seat and my sister climbed in the back.
My face stayed emotionless and so did my sister's. I'm actually quite embarrassed that my own teacher had to see that. Mr. Syles started up his car and we were off to his house. Where he lives. With his… fiancé. What's she going too think about two girls coming into their house?
Shit.