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Harry promised himself as soon as you stepped foot into his classroom that he would resist all forbidden temptations that creep through the dark corners of his mind. After all, the mess that could result from these taboo temptations would end with him jobless and most likely behind bars. Though Harry may come off strong and condescending, he gets weak like all others too. He's human, after all.

Harry recalls the first session of class you appeared in as a new student. He taught high school literature: both AP (advance placement) and CP (college preparatory.) You appeared in his CP class, but between all the open class discussions Harry had and your test performances, he was fully convinced you belonged in an AP setting. He felt you were wise beyond your years, and he saw so much potential in you from the moment you spoke. You don't believe in yourself though, and you've never gone above and beyond just to do something involving school.

Though many around him believed his doctorates degree and outstanding teaching were meant for a group of mature college kids, he believed he was meant for a high school classroom. He liked the idea of giving high school kids knowledge that would help them get a head start on their college classes. He always made his classes think like college students. A majority of his students passed, but there were always the few who claimed they could care less about school. It upset Harry to see, but he never gave up on them once.

The first interaction you both had was when you so clumsily spilled your iced coffee on the floor after class ended. He hates the sticky mess, and normally would scold kids for even bringing coffee into class before making them clean it up themselves, but Harry reassured you that it was okay, just an accident, then helped you clean it up. That's when he knew he'd have such a major soft spot for you.

He could hear your soft voice in his head so clearly. "I'm so sorry sir. I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to drop it, I just lost my grip and it fell before I could catch it."

"It's alright, darling. Don't stress. Accidents happen, yeah? We can clean it up." Harry reassures, sending a wholehearted smile her way.

The brief conversation resulted in something beyond both your wildest dreams.

As the days went on, there were more brief conversations that appeared in both your schedules, whether that be a simple "hi how are you?" type of conversation or talking about your days together. You often found yourself sitting in his classroom everyday at lunch just to talk about anything and everything with a man very much older than you. You learned a lot about him during the time, vise versa. You found out he was once married, but got divorced last year when he found his wife out having affairs with men much richer than he is.

Your talks went from innocent and casual to a more romantic and sexual theme. You both always flirted, whether it be playful tickling each other in ways you're not supposed to, or the both of you going on about each others beautiful smile. Both parties were well aware of the situation at hand, along with risks and consequences, but they chose to ignore all of them. The two of you are reckless, feeling as if you could conquer the world side by side with no repercussions; maybe you do in a dream world.

Your love story was a tale destined to end horribly.

The first time Harry ever touched you and gave you your first orgasm was at his house in the jacuzzi. You didn't have sex, but he fingered you twice that evening.

The most memorable thing about that day was how sweet and gentle he was with you. You kept an open mind, and he made sure to always ask before doing. He walked you through everything step by step, and diminished any presuming fears you had.

You learned he had a thing for being called, "daddy," and he demanded that you call him that from now on. You've never heard of it before, but you'd soon grow to call him that naturally. It felt right to you, and the label gave you a sense of comfort.

He invited you over to swim on a Friday evening, claiming it would be innocent unless driven otherwise. It drove otherwise.

You showed up in a simple black bikini covered in high waisted shorts and an old loose shirt; while it seems so silly to Harry now, he was in awe over the simple look. He looked at you like a deer in headlights.

You both were on his backyard deck. He was sat in just his trunks on an old bench, watching you, while you removed your shorts and shirt.

You approached him, hands locked behind your back and an innocent smile widespread across your face.

His eyes met yours, and he slouched back slightly, spreading his legs a bit for you to stand between them. He thought you wanted something sexual, but instead you tapped his shoulder and yelled "tag!" before dashing off into the pool.

To this day, he always asked himself why he'd played such a childish game, but he didn't regret it.

He chased after you, diving into the pool then swimming your way until you were trapped in a corner with no way out. He finally made the move and stole your first kiss like it was treasure. Your lips molded into each others like they were made for one another, and it's then you knew no one could make you feel this way like Harry has. It was a passionate kiss, but not demanding or rough.

It was blissful, and he recalls to this day never being able to take his eyes off of your immaculate beauty.

The day was vivacious and fun. You played games in the pool: like Marco Polo. You would always end up being a fish out of water, so Harry would end up climbing out then tossing you back into the pool. You got into silly splash fights: you always starting them and him always finishing them.

That day took Harry back to more refreshing times, when he would do these things as a kid with his friends. Maybe that's why Harry longed to be around you so often: you remind him of better times.

As the sun began setting and the air washed over with a cool breeze, you both climbed out of the pool together and made way to his steaming jacuzzi to warm yourselves up. Neither of you had sex on your mind all day until you sat down in the hot water. There was comfortable silence looming in the air, and all you could do was stare at the man looking back at you.

"Why are you staring at me?" You speak up, shyly looking down at the bubbles forming all around the small circle.

"I can't seem to take my eyes off you bunny," He whispers, inching closer to you until he was crouched between your legs. "You're just so beautiful."

Your faces were only inches away, and he could feel your uneven breathing hitting against his damp skin.

"Then don't take your eyes off me." You murmur, aching to feel his lips on yours again.

So of course, he made the first initiation.

He turned off the massagers in the jacuzzi, making the backyard a lot more quiet. The birds were chirping away, and the trees were rustling, sending a peaceful vibe out. This was just the calm before the storm.

That was his first mistake.

He repositioned himself between your legs, hands rested upon either of your thighs. You could see his hands clear from above the water, as there was no longer a bubble barrier. His lips molded with yours, the kiss being ever so soft and passionate like the one prior to this. It felt like his lips were made to kiss yours.

His hands slowly traveled up your thighs, wrapping around the hem of your swim trunks then pulling them off your legs slowly. He tossed them aside, the dripping wet material flopping behind you.

"Don't be hesitant to tell me to stop if you're not comfortable with something." He coos, slightly pulling away from the loving kiss.

Your forehead was pressed against his, and your lips teased each others unintentionally.

Harry wasted no time. His thumb immediately began circling around your clit while simultaneously kissing the weak spot he discovered on your neck, just below your ear. Between the heat radiating of the jacuzzi, and the way he worked your body so well lubricated you up, which allowed Harry to dip a finger inside you slowly. His green eyes eagerly watched as your facial features contort with pleasure; he looked like a little boy seeing boobs for the first time.

"Breathe, hun. I'll go slow." He murmurs, noticing you tense up due to slight discomfort. It didn't hurt, it just felt new to you.

"I'm okay," you reassure, slowly fluttering your eyes closed. "Just feels..weird." You admit, leaning your head back against the concrete floor.

And with the okay he received, he continued fucking you with his finger, not wanting to overwhelm you with two. After all, you're still new to this.

He remembered the first time you called him daddy. It was while he was fingering you that you moaned that label off your tongue.

You hands tangled through his hair, and you stared at him with your mouth slightly propped open. "Daddy," you gasp, tightening your legs around his arm. "This feels so good."

All he could do was grin from ear to ear. The words coming off your lips made his pants tighten, and chills were sent down his spine.

Your moans grew louder and louder, so loud the neighbors would hear if they were outside. And they did.

While you were orgasming away to the contact of Harry's finger continuously hitting against your g-spot, a young boy in your grade was hanging out with his friends in his backyard, playing Uno - a card game.

Without yours and Harrys' knowledge, he took a video for proof, not for any personal sexual reason. He informed his parents and friends of the situation, all of them agreeing to take this to the school to get police involved.

That night changed both your lives. But for better or for worse?

Nothing else happened that night other than you both innocently showering together. You said weren't ready for sex, and Harry promised to patiently wait for the right time because he cares so much for his little princess. He treated you like a doll that night: washing your body and hair, drying you off, rubbing lotion on you, getting you changed into pj's, and brushing your hair.

You spent the night and stayed up until two am watching Harry's favorite rom-coms. You hadn't seen a single rom-com in your life because you've always assumed you would hate them, but you ended up in tears just like Harry did.

The following Monday at school, you both were called into the office for a reason unknown. You figured it might be a student of the year thing, but it was far from that.

When you two walked into the office, there were two buff policemen standing behind the principle's desk and your heartbeat began racing in your chest.

You searched for a reason in your mind as to why they would call you guys in, but you were clueless. You knew it had to be bad.

"Sit down." Your principle motions, an unpleasant look on his face. You both glanced each others way, unsure what to expect.

"Mr. Styles, Miss y/l/n. We were informed by a person who would like to remain anonymous that the two of you are having sexual relationships outside of this campus." A policeman speaks up.

You looked over to Harry, unsure and scared what to say. Harry didn't look your way, instead, he kept his eyes on the police officers.

The principle turned his computer around and played the clip of your intimate moment last Friday. It sent fear throughout your body, and you felt humiliated. Harry felt defeated, knowing the fate that awaited him.

"That was fully consensual," you blurt out, earning the rooms attention. "I consented. Mr. Styles never, and would never force me to do that. I made that decision myself." You ramble, tears glossing over your eyes. The last thing you wanted was for Harry to be jobless, but he became just that.

“It might’ve been consensual darling, but I have my mind made up. We can’t grant permission to any student-teacher relationship here on this campus.” He says in a condescending tone.

“But Harry didn’t do anything wrong! He doesn’t deserve this! He needs his job.” You defend. You were well aware he was going to lose his job, and it’s all because you two became so wrapped up in your imaginations that you confused reality with dreams.

"And this school has a reputation to uphold. I’m sorry, but this is not up for discussion, y/n. The decision we've made is final," your principle informs with a stern tone. "Mr. Styles, you are an outstanding teacher, and I would've never dreamed of having to do this, but we can't have you on our campus anymore with a situation like this."

You couldn't remember much from the conversation because you tuned most of it out, but you remembered so very well your painful heartbreak after school.

School had come to an end when you were released from the principle's office, so the campus was empty.

"Harry, please look at me. Talk to me. Say something to me." You practically beg, following him to his classroom.

He hasn't said a word to you, nor has he even looked your way. You wanted to blame yourself for this predicament you both got yourself in, but it’s a two way street, and it would be wrong to say Harry had no part in this when he was well aware of what he was doing.

"It's best you leave, y/n. Now." He says lowly, unlocking the door to the classroom then walking in.

You stubbornly followed him in, not giving up just yet. You can’t give up.

"Why? Harry, I-I don't want to leave you. I can't leave you." You whisper, swallowing a lump in your throat. The only thing you wanted was for him to hold you in your arms and tell you everything would be okay because your world felt like it was falling apart, as did his.

"Why? Because this, us, is wrong. It's all fucking wrong." He seethes, turning to finally face you for a brief moment. In that moment, all you could do was let out quiet tears. He was flushed, painted with anger, sadness and regret.

To this day, he still regrets the way he made you cry and hurt, but there was nothing he could do to go back and change things. You never knew it, but he loved you too. More than life itself.

"You and I were bound to fall apart, y/n. We weren't meant to be. It was only a matter of time." Harry says, gathering his briefcase and coat from behind his desk.

He attempted to walk past you, but you grabbed his arm and held on for dear life. You felt like an obsessed little girl, and maybe you were. "Don't walk out on me like this, please," You beg in desperation, tears soaking up his shirt. "We have to do something! We can't just give up like this. Lovers don’t just give up.”

He snatched his arm away from you, watching you stumble back a bit in shock. "I don't want you to contact me, ever again." He says, leaving the classroom then quickly making way to his car.

You were tempted to run after him, but all you could do was watch the man you love walk away. You were frozen in place, and you knew that if you ran after him, he'd crush your heart more than he already has. If you ran after him, he would still be walking away from you like he is now.

"I love you Harry." You whisper, but by the time those words came out, he was gone.

I originally submitted this imagine in for @colaharry, and she hyped me up enough to actually post it <3 I love her with my whole heart.

A writing has been long overdue for this account, and I’m finally coming for you dirty bitches! expect a part two (maybe???? possibly?????) idk

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