When Love Takes Over

Mr Styles pov.

Her red lips were pressed against mine, our bodies intwined. I gently carresed her neck. She gasped as I found her sweet spot. Sucking on it, I turned to face her.
"Are you sure?" She nodded.
"Ok, then." I smirked, undoing her jeans...

I woke up, my breathing uneven.
No. I shouldn't be feeling this way about a student.
Groaning, I got up, rubbing my eyes.
7:00. I was late.

But she's different. She's original, and beautiful, her ocean blue eyes, her soft, ruby red lips...
I shook myself. Stop! She's a pupil. She's 16!
I turned on the radio in my car, maybe it would drown out the downpour of rain. And maybe these perverted thoughts.
I checked the time. 7:30. Damn it!!
In the distance... No, was that?...
"Mariah?"
She nervously cast a glance over her shoulder, questioning who had called out her name. I ogled in awe at her shimmering beauty and her lustrous hair carelessly spread out upon her dainty, gentle shoulders.
"Sir?!" She smiled, a look of recognition spreading on her face.
"Want a ride?"
No! What was I doing?
"Oh, its alright, sir," she looked to the floor.
"Oh, cmon... It's raining!"
"You sure?" She asked, nervously fiddling with her bag.
"Course. Jump in."
She opened the car door, sitting in the passenger seat next to me. Strapping herself in, she turned to me.
"Shame about the traffic, isn't it." She said, not quite meeting my eyes. What was with all the smalltalk? Was she nervous? And why wouldn't she look at me?
"You ok Mariah?" I looked at her worriedly.
"Yeah... Why?" She finally looked at me.
Her eyes... They told a story. They were full of hurt, full of sorrow.
"Sir?" I realised I must have been staring.
"Sorry. Its just you seem a bit nervous today."
"Hm." She looked down. I saw some colour flush to her cheeks.
The traffic started moving. We drove in silence. Not awkward silence. We were both quiet, and we liked it that way.
I realised how wierd this must look, a pupil in a teacher's car.
"Uh, Mariah, do you Mind getting out now? It's just some people might get the wrong end of the stick..." I felt my cheeks grow hot.
"Oh, er, yeah sure." her cheeks turned pink.
"Art today, Mariah!" I winked at her.
She flushed yet again. God she looked so hot when she blushed.
I drove away.
God Harry! Have some control over yourself. SHE.IS.A.STUDENT.GODAMMIT. I grimaced.
But I must admit I was looking forward to art today...

Mariah's pov.

He drove away, leaving me flustered on the concrete.
I groaned.
Great, now he was going to think I was a silly little school girl. Why was I blushing so much?? God!
I trailed slowly through the gates. Why was I such a failure?

Finally. I was restless all day. Waiting for art.
Waiting for Mr Styles.
The time had come. 5th period.
I made my way to my classroom. I saw him, catching his piercing green eyes across the crowded field. He beckoned me forward. I hurridly walked towards him.
"Hi Mariah," I heard his beautiful raspy voice. I loved the way he said my name.
"Hi," I said, shyly.
"Come, walk with me." He smiled. I practically bounced along with him.
"So, looking forward to next lesson?" He asked.
"Suppose." God he had no idea how much I was looking forward to next lesson.
"So, I was thinking of doing a lesson based Magritte... Do you know him?" He was talking to me like I was an adult.
"Errr. Surrealist artist, wasn't he?" I questioned.
"Yep, yes he was. What do you think of his work?"
"Er," I didn't know any of his works,"Very surrealistic?"
He chuckled.
We had reached his classroom.
"Come in, I'll show you."
His drawings were.. Interesting. Not really my type though.
"Do you like Magritte sir?" I asked surprised.
"Well, no, but I thought you would like him... more your style? His enthusiastic face dropped slightly.
"Don't you like him? I'll just change the lesson plan if you don't..."
"No no I like him! It's just I-I I don't really like other artists style ... I just like have my own style. I looked down at my feet, blushing.
"Oh.. Yeah, I understand." He gave me a reassuring smile.
"I really loved your piece, Mariah. I can't wait to see more." He winked.
I'm pretty sure my face crimson by now.
"Th-thanks, I love abstract, but-" The bell rang, cutting me off.
We walked to the door, me still nattering on at him.
"But I like still life... and landscape... Well I like most types of art.." I gabbled on, getting redder, because I thought I was boring him.
He smiled, his cute dimples showing.
He opened the door, and let the class in. I wasn't prepared for the hate.
Dirty looks, snide comments. Then Amelia came in.
She shoved me so hard I almost fell.
"Excuse me? What are you doing?!" I turned around. Sir was glaring at Amelia.
"Nothing sir," She smiled sweetly.
Sir looked like he wanted to yell at her, but I shook my head vigourously. They would only get me back later.
I trailed to my seat.

The lesson was great. Magic. Sir kept looking at me. Winking. But I kept my head down, I had to. Amelia was mad. Really mad that I had 'shown her up'. I wondered what she was going to do to me.
I hurried down the street.
"OI, bitch!" I heard her, behind me.
I walked faster.
"Hey, you ugly piece of shit! Don't ignore her!" Morgan.
I was almost running by now.
I heard their laughs behind me.
"Haha bitch. You ain't going nowhere." They were right behind me.
I spun around.
"What do you want?"
She slapped me full on in the face. I staggered back.
I turned to sprint away, but I felt two hands pulling me back.
I screamed, thrashing around. But it was 3 against 1.
Jade and Morgan pulled my hair, causing me have to stay still.
Amelia kicked me. She slapped me.
I felt the tears stream down my face.
"Please.Stop." I choked.
"Oh, but why would I want to stop?" She laughed In my ear.
And then the full on punching in the stomach started.

"Amelia.. We should stop now."
They dropped me. I fell to the ground.
"Pathetic." She spat.
They left me lying on the pavement.
I felt dizzy. As the world around me was spinning, I couldn't stop throwing up.
Everything went pitch black as the darkness engulfed me.

I lay on my side ,balled into a tight grip. I
attempted to stretch my legs out from under me but a sharp pain in my stomach made me flinch back. I could feel the bruises forming in my abdomen. I moved my hand to my stomach and recoiled.
Slowly, and painfully, I heaved myself up.
The sun was now blissfully setting. How long had I been out?

I couldn't go back home.. To dad, I couldn't face him, he could be angry, or passed out.. I didn't want to risk it.
Instead, I decided to go to my favourite place in the world, the place where I could finally be alone, away from everything, everybody.
The beautiful sun was setting on the sublime setting. The white, sparkly waves were so bright that they almost blinded me. The hot red sun was shining through the leaves.
I laid down, and I slowly slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep. lozzyworld1d

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