The Teacher

Harry's POV
"Layla, I'm sorry." I say to her. She looks so beautiful today. She didn't dress up or anything. Unlike almost everyone in school. She dressed the way she always does. Tight jeans, baggy hoodie and her hair curly, but not by any products, it's just naturally curly. She never wears makeup, but she doesn't need it. She's absolutely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen before.
"Sorry, for what Mr. Styles?" She asks. It pains me that she called me that. It's like making it official that we aren't anything but student and teacher.
"I'm sorry for everything Layla." I say. " for everything with Lilly and for everything I have done to hurt you. I care about you so much and I don't want to look at you every day in this classroom flirting with Danny." I say. "I know it's selfish of me to say this, because after what I have done to you, you deserve to be happy, and if that's with Danny then go for it. But if it's with me, then please forgive me and be mine again. I say. I walk over to her and take her hand. "Please baby." I look into her eyes.
"Stop Harry." She says. "We can't do this. Why do you have to make it so hard for me to move on." She says while taking her hands back. "I really liked you but you apparently didn't like me enough to not sleep with someone else. So why should I forgive you?" She asks. I just stand there speechless. I was really hopeful that she would take me back.
"Fine." Was all I could get out of my mouth. Layla turns around and leaves. I really thought she would forgive me. I feel like I'm falling in love with her each day but how could that be if we aren't even together. I have to do something to win her back. I will do something great to win her back. I have to.

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