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wannaliveinparadise · 4 months ago

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Another Chinese larry stylinson fanfic 🥰🥰🥰

《Satellite》

Harry Styles一直都喜欢足球队的那个Louis Tomlinson。

Louis就像一颗发光的星星，好像时时刻刻都在笑，在学校里有很多朋友，吃午饭时也是和一群男孩围坐成一桌。虽然他喜欢在聊天的时候笑着朝别人翻白眼和竖中指，但是在Harry眼里，这很可爱。

好吧其实无论Louis做什么Harry都会觉得很可爱，Harry觉得自己已经无可救药了……

可是Harry只不过是学校里的一个小透明呀，每天戴着眼镜在图书馆里努力学习，老老实实，喜欢上Louis这样的男孩也只能藏在心里，他从不告诉别人，连他自己唯一的朋友Niall都不知道他喜欢Louis这件事（captain niall出现🌚），更别说其他人了。其实吧，他觉得这样挺美好的，每时每刻都出现在Louis身边，好像一个卫星一样随时以Louis为中心围着Louis转：

和Louis一起上课的时候就在远处的座位呆呆地看向教室的另一边，欣赏着Louis的侧脸，Louis转过头来就立马收回痴痴的目光，假装活动自己的脖子，然后低下头在草稿纸上乱写乱画，好像在思考课上的问题；放学后Louis进行足球训练时就偷跑到田径场看台上，占据一个不起眼的角落，眼神始终锁定球场上那个瘦瘦的棕发蓝瞳男孩……

他也不管其他的，觉得自己每天都这样出现在Louis身边Louis总有一天会注意到自己吧！说不定Louis看到这个小卷毛天天在看台上看他训练，就喜欢上了，开始倒追他呢？

果然还只是颗西兰花，太过于天真。

这样搞暗恋的结果就是，喜欢Louis一年多了，他们两个还算不上认识，或者说在Harry心里，他们两个只能算是单方面认识了，其实这个小卷毛根本不清楚Louis知不知道他的存在。

可能是老天爷都看不下去了，某一天放学，硬生生让这两个人撞到了一起。

哗啦哗啦……Harry怀里的书散落一地。

但是现在Harry根本没心思管地上的那些书，因为他在Louis怀里！他在他暗恋了一年多的男生Louis Tomlinson怀里啊！！！

Harry突然觉得自己的脸颊变得好烫，猛地从Louis怀中挣脱，蹲下，伸手去捡课本，根本不敢抬头看向Louis的眼睛，只是小声嘟囔：“不好意思不好意思……”

欸？眼前怎么多了一道影子？微微抬头，Louis浅蓝色的眼睛在看着他，Harry感觉自己要��倒了……

“该不好意思的是我，对不起啊同学，不小心撞到你了，还害的你书全都掉地上了。”Louis边说边帮Harry拾起地上的课本。

这个时候Harry哪还知道说什么做什么，他就这样一动不动。他可从来没有离Louis Tomlinson这么近啊！果然Louis近近端详要比远看更漂亮，世界上怎么会有长得这么好看性格还这么好的男孩子呀……

Harry还在傻傻地看着Louis，Louis已经帮他把书全部捡起来放在他手上了，看着Harry这个样子，Louis不禁笑了笑，用手在Harry眼前晃了两下：“你在看什么呀？”

回过神的Harry脸上又镀了一层粉色：“没……没什么，谢谢你啊……”

“对了，你叫什么名字呀，我叫Louis。”

“哼，我早就知道了，”Harry心想，“你都不知道我在草稿纸上写过多少次你的名字……”

“我……我叫Harry。”

趁Harry不注意，Louis从他手中一把夺过手机，在里面写下了一串数字，说：“这是我的电话，”Louis挠了挠本就凌乱的棕发，用Harry的手机拨通了自己的电话，好像也有点害羞了，“这样我手机里也有你的电话啦，记得打电话给我哦！”

等Harry反应过来，Louis已经跑远了，看到手机里Louis给自己设置的备注是“我经常偷看的男孩Louis Tomlinson”，手机后面还塞了张小纸条“don't forget to call me xx <3<3”

一直围绕着的星星原来知道自己的存在吗？

Harry觉得自己好像在做梦💭

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wannaliveinparadise · 4 months ago

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wanna write some fanfics but have no inspiration😢

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wannaliveinparadise · 4 months ago

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Another Chinese larry stylinson fanfic 🥰🥰🥰

《Satellite》

Harry Styles一直都喜欢足球队的那个Louis Tomlinson。

好吧其实无论Louis做什么Harry都会觉得很可爱，Harry觉得自己已经无可救药了……

果然还只是颗西兰花，太过于天真。

可能是老天爷都看不下去了，某一天放学，硬生生让这两个人撞到了一起。

哗啦哗啦……Harry怀里的书散落一地。

但是现在Harry根本没心思管地上的那些书，因为他在Louis怀里！他在他暗恋了一年多的男生Louis Tomlinson怀里啊！！！

欸？眼前怎么多了一道影子？微微抬头，Louis浅蓝色的眼睛在看着他，Harry感觉自己要晕倒了……

“该不好意思的是我，对不起啊同学，不小心撞到你了，还害的你书全都掉地上了。”Louis边说边帮Harry拾起地上的课本。

回过神的Harry脸上又镀了一层粉色：“没……没什么，谢谢你啊……”

“对了，你叫什么名字呀，我叫Louis。”

“哼，我早就知道了，”Harry心想，“你都不知道我在草稿纸上写过多少次你的名字……”

“我……我叫Harry。”

一直围绕着的星星原来知道自己的存在吗？

Harry觉得自己好像在做梦💭

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wannaliveinparadise · 4 months ago

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元宵节快乐！！！🏮🏮

Happy Lantern Festival!!!!!!!!

#one direction #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #lantern festival #chinese

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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Nobody's home

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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Another Chinese larry stylinson fanfic 🥰🥰🥰

《Satellite》

Harry Styles一直都喜欢足球队的那个Louis Tomlinson。

好吧其实无论Louis做什么Harry都会觉得很可爱，Harry觉得自己已经无可救药了……

果然还只是颗西兰花，太过于天真。

可能是老天爷都看不下去了，某一天放学，硬生生让这两个人撞到了一起。

哗啦哗啦……Harry怀里的书散落一地。

但是现在Harry根本没心思管地上的那些书，因为他在Louis怀里！他在他暗恋了一年多的男生Louis Tomlinson怀里啊！！！

欸？眼前怎么多了一道影子？微微抬头，Louis浅蓝色的眼睛在看着他，Harry感觉自己要晕倒了……

“该不好意思的是我，对不起啊同学，不小心撞到你了，还害的你书全都掉地上了。”Louis边说边帮Harry拾起地上的课本。

回过神的Harry脸上又镀了一层粉色：“没……没什么，谢谢你啊……”

“对了，你叫什么名字呀，我叫Louis。”

“哼，我早就知道了，”Harry心想，“你都不知道我在草稿纸上写过多少次你的名字……”

“我……我叫Harry。”

一直围绕着的星星原来知道自己的存在吗？

Harry觉得自己好像在做梦💭

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry fic #larry stylinson #larry fanfiction #one direction

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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It’s a Chinese larry fanfic 🥰

《是不是发烧了呀》

“Louis，你理理我嘛，哎呀，理理我嘛。”

Louis坐在座位上，眉头紧皱，眼睛死死盯着教室前的黑板，想要无视身旁的那个令人烦躁的声音，把注意力集中在课堂上。

“Louis……Louis～你为什么不理我了呜呜呜……”

叹了口气后，Louis只得扭头——看到一颗西兰花下嘴唇微微噘起，绿色的狗狗眼看向自己，Louis感觉自己的心跳好像漏了一拍。

没办法，谁受得了Harry Styles这样看着自己啊！自己的男朋友兼自己的同桌虽然有时候烦了点，但是真的很好看啊！深邃的绿眸，深棕的卷发，还有笑起来的时候让人不喜欢都不行的酒窝……想到这里，Louis的脸上不由自主地出现了粉色的红晕。

“欸，Louis你怎么脸红啦，是不是发烧啦！我看看我看看，有哪里不舒服吗？”说着Harry就把手伸向了Louis的额头和精致的脸蛋。

“哎呀你把手拿开，我没事，不用你管……”看着Harry离自己越来越近，Louis觉得自己的脸愈发烫了起来，声音也越来越小。

“这人真是的，长这么好看干嘛，哼……”

“Louis到底怎么了，脸怎么这么红，不会真的发烧了吧，好担心啊啊啊啊啊啊QAQ！！！”

两个人就这样偷看对方，心里倒是波涛起伏。Louis看着Harry红红的嘴唇和粉粉的脸蛋就想亲上去，可惜在教室里，不好太过放肆；而Harry看Louis脸红成这样，只想确保他身体舒不舒服，到底有没有发烧，但是Louis又不肯自己摸一摸，也就只能作罢了，最后一节课也在两人的沉默中度过。

终于等到放学，Harry就迫不及待地拿着作业本凑到Louis身边。

“话说这题怎么做呀，Louis老师能不能教教我呀～”

闻声，Louis抬起头向右边看去，只是没想到两个人的距离会这么近，宝石绿的眸子对着天空蓝的眸子，心跳在加速，空气在升温。

猝不及防之时，Louis实在忍不住，在Harry的小嘴上亲了一下，急急忙忙说了声“拜拜”就跑出了教室，只剩Harry一个人在座位上，脸颊烫得要冒烟了，心想：“是不是我也发烧了呀……”

刚恋爱的小情侣就是这样呀

#one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #larry fanfiction #larry fic

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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Sitting close to Harry is dangerous ...

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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Happy Chinese New Year!!!!!!

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wannaliveinparadise · 5 months ago

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Professor Styles

Summery: Harry is your professor who also mentors you in the field you aspire to pursue. One night, while at his home, things go a little to far.

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, teacher-student relationship (university-everyone is of age), alcohol consumption, fem!reader

“It asks us to ponder how we preserve the image of power, and what those images reveal about the societies that create them.” Professor Styles said, beginning to wrap up his lesson on Oliver Cromwell's death mask. “That’s all I have for you today.”

As everyone around you gathered their things and headed for the door, you took your time, collecting your supplies. You waited for a moment, knowing you needed to speak with Mr. Styles.

One of your male classmates was already engaged in conversation with him, asking a few last-minute questions before wishing him a good weekend and leaving the lecture hall. As the room emptied out, his eyes found yours, and he offered a small smile.

"Hi," you greeted him.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N," he replied, his tone warm and professional.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I just wanted to confirm that we're still on for tonight."

"Of course," He said, his smile widening. "I have a feeling we'll get very far."

To anyone else, overhearing a student and their professor engaged in such a conversation might raise some red flags, but in this context, it was strictly professional.

"Definitely," you replied, nodding. "I've already completed most of the pigment analysis. I just need you to review the results tonight."

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you tonight, then."

"See you tonight," you said, before turning and walking out of the lecture hall, the door closing softly behind you.

You had been working to become an art restorer, specifically taking paintings and reconstructing and restoring them. When Professor Styles had overheard you telling another student this, he offered to be your mentor, as he was very familiar in the field. So, for the past three months, you would come over to his home every Friday, learning and practicing to restore paintings.

That night, you sat on his couch, grabbing some of your research from your tote bag as Professor Styles—or Harry, as he preferred you to call him outside of class—grabbed you a glass of water.

“So, we can go over your pigment analysis,” He places the glass of water in front of you. “Also, I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, a gift? I wish I had gotten you something.” He chuckled at your remark, walking to his book shelf and pulling two large paintings from a portfolio bag leaning against it.

He held one painting in each hand and turned them around to reveal them to you. They were two old, beat up paintings that had severe chipping and cracks all over them, but they were absolutely gorgeous. A gold mine for a aspiring art restorer:

“Wow,” you leaned in closer as he walked toward you to give you a better look. “These are beautiful, what are they? Where did you get them?”

“Won them at an auction, someone’s great grandfather’s old painting, I thought they’d be perfect to practice on.” You had previously only worked on paintings you found at thrift stores, and that was before Harry even began mentoring you.

“They’re perfect, thank you, Harry.” You looked up at him, giving him a smile.

“Of course.” He returned the smile, a soft, appreciative look in his eyes. “Those are going to take a couple weeks to finish, but it will teach you a lot. Let’s go over what you have first.”

He placed the paintings back in their portfolio bag and sat beside you on the couch. As he rolled up his sleeve, you couldn’t help but notice the muscular forearms that were now on full display. The slight brush of his skin against yours every time he leaned in made your stomach flutter, and you quickly tried to focus on the task in front of you to keep your composure.

It would be a lie if you said you had never noticed Harry in a way that went beyond a professor or mentor. He was undeniably handsome—tall, charismatic, with a presence that filled the room. It had become harder to focus on anything but him, especially since you’d started talking more outside of your shared passion for art history.

After a random comment about his bookshelf one night, the two of you had ended up spending the rest of the night talking about music, literature, and sharing recommendations. Those conversations had brought you closer—far closer than you had anticipated—and, if you were being honest, had only made your feelings for him grow.

But you tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"Let’s see what you’ve got," he said. You gathered the stack of research papers you’d compiled over the week from the coffee table and handed them to him. He had tasked you with studying the chemical compositions of paint from various historical periods. "This is great," he remarked, flipping through the pages. "This will also be incredibly useful for restoring those paintings." He said, pointing towards the paintings he just showed you. You took a sip from the glass of water he'd offered, the coolness easing the subtle nerves you felt around him.

The night continued with you two talking about your research, where to go from here, and the paintings he had given you.

As your conversation went on, it started to diverge from art. You now sat comfortably with a glass of red wine he had offered you, him sitting across from you, doing the same. The topics were easy and light until Harry shifted the conversation.

“So, how are things going in your other classes?” he asked, genuinely curious, his gaze focused on you with an intensity that made you pause.

You shrugged, the words coming out a little more candidly than you intended. “Pretty good. They can be hard to focus on sometimes.”

“Hard to focus?” Harry echoed, his eyebrows lifting slightly. “How so?”

You chuckled softly, the honesty feeling strangely liberating. “Mm, it’s just...not as interesting,” you admitted, almost laughing at the thought of telling one of your professors that your other classes sucked, though the red wine helped with that.

Harry didn’t seem offended or put off by your answer—in fact, he seemed more intrigued. “They’re still art classes, right? You don’t enjoy them?”

“I do. I definitely do,” you reassured him. “But, your class is definitely the best. I feel like it’s the only one where I’m actually moving toward my goal of becoming an art restorer.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips as if he was flattered. “I get it. It’s hard when you’re taking a bunch of classes, and only one of them really feels like it’s leading you somewhere you want to go.”

You exhaled, relieved he didn’t think you were simply disinterested in your studies. “Yeah, exactly. I feel like the rest of them are just kind of...a filler.”

“Well,” he said, leaning back on the couch, “even the ones that don’t seem directly related to your goals still help build the foundation for what you want to do. You might not see it now, but everything connects in its own way.” He looked deeply into your eyes, making you nervous.

“I know,” you agreed, taking a small sip of wine to give you a moment to collect your thoughts. “I know, it’s just hard sometimes when I can’t see the bigger picture.”

Harry met your eyes with an understanding that made you feel like he genuinely saw you, not just as a student, but as someone working hard toward a future they were passionate about. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said softly. “It’s part of the process. But it will all click, eventually.”

You felt a quiet connection in his words, the kind that seemed to resonate deeper than just the academic advice he'd offered. You hadn’t realized how much his reassurance meant to you until that moment. The wine made everything feel softer, and for a brief second, you let your guard down, your gaze lingering on his face.

Harry smiled gently, and there was a warmth in his expression that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t quite expected. The conversation drifted back to more casual matters, but there was a new undercurrent to the air—an unspoken understanding between the two of you that made everything feel a little more…charged.

As the evening went on, the distance between the two of you seemed to shrink. Harry, though still maintaining his professional demeanor, seemed more at ease. You found yourself laughing more freely, your nerves slowly melting away. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, how his voice softened when he spoke to you, it was all so comforting. You couldn't help but wonder if, just maybe, he felt some of the same magnetic pull you did.

At one point, you found yourself leaning a little closer to the table, showing him a particular section of your research. You didn’t mean to move so near, but the way you both reached for the papers at the same time brought your hands dangerously close. His fingers brushed against yours, and for a second, neither of you moved. It felt like time had stopped, like the world outside the house had disappeared.

His gaze flicked from your hand to your eyes, and you just looked at each other. His expression softened, the playful edge of the conversation shifted into something quieter, something more intimate.

"Ms. Y/N," he murmured, voice low, "you really are talented. I mean it." His voice was sincere, and the way he said your name made your heart beat quicker.

You swallowed, a little nervous but not wanting to back away from the moment. "Thank you, Harry. It means a lot coming from you." Your breath felt heavier as your heart raced and the intensity of his gaze made it hard to look away.

He hesitated for a second before his gaze dropped to your lips and you immediately felt a shift in the air. It was sudden and unexpected, yet somehow felt right. When he leaned into you, you couldn’t help but do the same, instinctively closing the space between you.

Then, before either of you could second-guess it, his lips brushed yours. It was quick, gentle and soft. For a moment you almost forget where you were, until you both pulled away.

You blinked, heart thudding loudly in your chest as you met his eyes, unsure of what to say, unsure of what had just happened. Harry looked just as surprised, his breath was heavy, though his expression was kind, almost apologetic. "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

"No," you cut him off, feeling a surge of warmth rush to your face. "It’s okay. I...I don’t know what that was." You stayed silent for a moment, though it felt like hours.

You both leaned in again, your lips colliding, faster and harder than the first. Though, this time, you didn’t stop. His hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him as one of your hands went to his face and the other to his shoulder.

You both slowly leaned back, laying yourself on the couch as he hovered over you. He soon helped you out of your sweater, quickly pulling away from your lips, but immediately finding them again once your sweater was gone. His hands roamed your body as both of you got lost in each other.

Harry pulled away again, an almost shocked expression on his face.

“Is this okay? I’ll stop right now if you want me too, we can pretend this never happened, it won’t affect anyt-“ he hastily asked, but before he could continue, you kissed him again, giving him his answer. You definitely wanted this.

You tugged at his shirt, telling him to take it off, to which he complied. He begins to kiss down your shoulders before unbuttoning your pants.

“Professor,” you pulled him back up to your lips. You, your body, needed to skip the foreplay and get right to it, you were desperate for him. “I want you, now.” You said in between kisses.

He nodded his head, understanding what you were saying. He helped you out of your jeans and underwear before you helped him out of his.

His hand travels down, making sure you were prepped enough before he started. There was no question, you were sure you had never been this wet before. His hand traveled to your clit and began rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He admired your body before running his cock up and down your slick folds.

“Mm, Professor.” You moaned out with your eyes closed, taking in the very little pleasure he was giving you.

“Harry, baby,” He corrected you. “M’not sure how many times I’m going to have to remind you, darling.”

You smiled and nodded, but to be honest, you couldn’t think of anything else other than him pushing inside you as quickly as possible. When he finally did, you hadn’t realized how big he was, but had to get adjusted quickly.

"Can I move?" He asked as he pecked the corner of your mouth. You quickly nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. He kissed you again as he pulled out, leaving just the head inside before thrusting back in. You kissed each other as Harry rocked his hips into you, quickly slipping into a steady pace. He reached down to circle your clit as he kissed your neck and you gasped at the sensation.

Your moans felt like they never stopped as both or your body’s thrusted, being motivated by the built up sexual tension. His pace quickened, causing you to be louder, incoherently moaning and whimpering, which he loved. He looked down at you, taking in the pleasure you got from his cock.

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well.” He grabbed one of your legs, holding the back of your knee to get an angle where he could repeatedly hit your g-spot. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? How long have I had to watch you in class, pushing down any thoughts of doing exactly what I’m doing right now?”

You moaned out, acknowledging his confession. Every memory you had in his class came rushing back, every time you accidentally made eye contact, was he thinking abou fucking you then? When you purposely wore a skimpy outfit, did he notice?

As you felt your stomach tighten, your moans called out his name repeatedly. “I’m gonna cum soon Ha-” Before you could finish, speaking and cumming, he pulled out of you and looked back into your eyes.

“Need to see you ride me, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes.” You cried out, climbing on to straddle him. You both moved quickly, eager to please each other.

You lined yourself up with his cock, slowly lowering yourself onto him. His hands tightly hold your hips to keep you steady. You start moving up and down, your hands holding yourself up on his shoulders.

Harry watches you in awe, fascinated by your body moving up and down him, your breasts bouncing up and down, your back slightly arched, and your hair beautifully swaying around. Fascinated at how you still look angelic during such unholy activities. You moved your hips faster, looking down to see Harry appear and disappear inside of you.

Your mouth falls open as his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust and his hand moves to rub your clit. Your bounces started to become sloppy as your legs became weak, both from the repetitive movement and the pleasure.

Harry wrapped one of his hands behind your back, pushing you closer to his chest and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Shh, I’ve got you, let me make you come.” He shifted his hips, gaining a better position before thrusting up into you.

“Fuck, Harry.” You grunted as his hips slammed into you, but his protective arm still held your back in place.

“I know, I know,” he turned his head towards your ear, holding his lips to it. “Let yourself cum, I wanna feel you squeeze my cock, darling.”

His sultry voice whispering in your ear was enough to send you over the edge.Your cunt pulsed around Harry as your climax hit you, sending him spiraling over the edge as well. You collapsed on top of him, your full body weight leaning into him and your head resting on his shoulder.

You both sat there, bodies sweating, chests rising up and down, saying nothing. You had almost forgotten where you were but, how could you? You were in your professor’s arms, sitting on his cock, coming down from an orgasm.

The words rang in your head again…until you lifted your head up, avoiding eye contact with Harry, despite his eyes trying to find yours. What if he hated you after this? What if this was the end of your relationship with him?

You lifted yourself up, slowly looking for your clothes. Harry, with a worried look on his face, did the same. Both of you put your clothes on, still saying nothing.

“I’m sorr-“

“That was very unprofe-“

You both spoke at the same time, then stayed silent.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. That was very unprofessional of me.” Harry spoke up, both of you finally locking eyes.

“It’s okay.” You whispered. “Uhm…I should go, though.” You grabbed your papers and your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and heading to the door.

Harry walked behind you, holding the door open, watching you begin to walk away.

“I am sorry, Y/N.” You turned back, not knowing what to say. You weren’t mad at him, at all. You were mad at yourself.

“See you on Monday, Mr. Styles.”

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