When Love Takes Over

Mariah's pov.

I was falling. Falling down down down, into the darkness. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.
I was falling. Hitting the ground any second now...
A loud ringing noise met my ears.
As I sat up, panting for air, the world around me came back into focus.
A dream. Just a dream.
I would still have to live this life, well if you call this a life. It's certainly no life to me.
I sighed. I was doing the self pity thing again.
Oh well, school started today. Yay! School. Great. More taunting from the bitch trio.
I sighed for the second time that day.

I fixed a fake smile on my face as I was walking into school. No matter how low I felt, I couldn't show them it. I couldn't show them that they affected me, that they actually got to me. I had to be strong.
I kept my head down, walking to my special place, a place where no one ever went.
It was in the field, right at the back, surrounded by trees. I often went there, to draw. It was sublime, and I loved the way the sun shone through the leaves, casting beautiful shadows.
I sat there, working on my new piece.

The bell rung. I had lost track of the time. Checking my timetable, I groaned. I had art, on the other side of the school. Not to mention I was ages away, across the field. Oh well, better late than never. Well actually...

I got there 15 minutes later, having run most of the way.
I grimaced before I opened the door.

Harry's pov.

Yep. Another class full of idiots. I'm really shocked that there isn't at least one talented person in all of the classes I have taught. I really thought I was going to make some sort of difference here. I suppose now I understand why the headmaster was giving me an "I've heard it all before" look. Still I had to do my best with the talent I had here.
"Sirrrrrr????? Hellloooo sir?" A girl with pink hair & the most annoying voice I'd ever heard was waving her hand in my face.
I shook myself out of my stupor.
"Ok class, settle down. My name is Mr Styles and I will be your new art teacher. Ok, So today's less-"
I was interrupted when the door swung open. A beautiful girl with long, tawny brown hair stumbled in. She was very flushed, and I noticed that she was getting dirty glares and comments passed her way as she walked past.
"Sorry sir." She whispered, her fingers brushing my desk as she passed.
"It's ok miss?" I said when she had found her seat.
"Parks." She murmered, turning away.
"Ok Class so today we will be drawing a portrait." A chorus of groans echoed through the class.
"Now now, none of that! I won't be doing a practical, a this is our first lesson, I want to see your abilities."
I sat at my desk.

Mariah's pov.

God. That was embarrasing. Sir was understanding though.

He was beautiful. I know it is very strange to describe a man as beautiful, but he was. With his mop of dark chocolate curls, and pink, heart shaped lips, and gorgeous, sparkling eyes, that is all I could describe him as.
Get a grip, Mariah! I did not have a crush on my teacher. I grimaced to myself.
"- This is our first lesson, I want to see your abilities." He said with a wink, making my heart melt like butter. I shook myself. Snap out of it.
I was suprised at that. No other teacher let us do our own style. We always had to copy some artist. Well, maybe I would actually be pleased with my art work for once.
I drew the basic outline of my face, adding in the basic features, like eyes, a nose & a mouth, in light pencil.
Now I could have some fun mixing the features up. I made it as colourful as possible. I looked up, to find Mr Styles staring at me. Blushing, I turned back to my work.

"Ok class, hold your paper up please." I heard Mr Styles voice, far away, but I wasn't finished yet. I needed to finish it.
"Miss Parks, hold your paper up please." Mr Styles was behind me. What? No! We never had to hold our work up! I glanced around at other peoples work, they had all done it normally. Oh god. No I couldn't. Only mum has ever seen my drawings.
"Miss Parks." He said, getting stern.
"Sir, do I have to?" I murmered, almost dying of embarrasment.
"Miss Parks hold up your paper."
I winced. I hated being called by my surname.
"It's Mariah, sir." I muttered.
"That's it, Mariah, you can see me after this lesson."
I wa shocked. I never got into trouble at school. Everyone was staring at me. They were amazed. Amelia was glaring at me.
I sunk into my chair, still covering my portrait.

I stayed behind, and when all the others had left, he turned to face me. I felt my body go numb under his stare.
"Mariah, Why don't you want me to see your drawing?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine. Green, green eyes. So rare, so beautiful.
"Mariah?"
"Oh s-sorry," I stammered, staring at the floor.
He chuckled. "You do seem to get lost in your thoughts don't you. Just like me, I suppose. Anyway, Mariah, why didn't you want ,me to see your portrait?"
"I don't mind you seeing it sir, I-I just didn't want everyone else seeing it.." I said to the floor.
"Why's that?" He asked, making his way to my desk.
"W-well, it's just a bit different.." I muttered.
He gave me a curious glance before looking at my work. I looked at him nervously. I noticed his eyebrows raising as he looked at it.
"This is very good work, Mariah." He smiled at my work. He had dimples. Cute dimples. I shook myself.
"You think?" I asked, suprised.
"Yes, very good." He murmered, still looking at my piece. He straighted up, flashing me a smile.
"You shouldn't be ashamed of your work, Mariah." He said.
"Well, go, now, otherwise you'll be late to your next lesson." Mr Styles gave me a still curious look.
I shuffled out of his class, and into the fresh air.
Well that was a strange lesson.

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