Chapter 1

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Emma I wandered through the woods as I climbed my favorite tree. Sitting at the very top I looked out into the world. Birds flying as I heard chatter below. I was at a family picnic but I never really enjoyed them. "Emma get down here now!!" I hear mum yell as I looked down. I glared at her before climbing my way down. "You shouldn't be climbing trees, you're seventeen." She said as I groaned. "Stop complaining and go help your father setup, we are having a special guest today." She said as I grumbled in disappointment. I helped my father set up the picnic as I saw a black sleek car roll in. I just watched as the car parked horribly; a man took his time getting out of the car. My god what a site. His hair longish, a very expensive looking suit, and the perfect green eyes. I felt my face go red once we made eye contact. He only smirked walking over. My mum greeted him along with my father. "Hello you must me Harold Styles." Mum said as he never broke eye contact with me. "Yes but please, call me Harry." He said his eyes never leaving mine. "You must be Emma." He said as I nodded. "What a lovely name." He said. "I will be tutoring you from now on." He said as I gasped. I looked at my parents as they nodded their head. Are they joking? Didn't even tell me to get help, just forced it on me. "Oh." Was all I said as he just stared at me. God he looked perfect, but to old. He licked his lips as I imagined what they'd feel like if he kissed me. I need to stop like now. -- We got home with his image well tattooed in my brain. I honestly can't wait until I see him, I'm not ready to actually learn how to study. It's my last year. I got up with a knock on my bedroom door. I got up as I opened it mum. "Honey he's here, can you please get ready?" She said as I nodded. I closed my door and debated on going down in what I had on or trying to look decent. I shrugged and decided that my dingy white t-shirt and old cheer shorts was good enough. He was let up to my room as he looked at me. Up then down, sorry I don't have designer suits dude. We sat down as he helped me get out all my stuff. I man spread my legs and he just looked to me like I was an uncultured swine. Get a clue bro. "Alright so I am here to help you get your grades up and I hear you have a test coming up in a week." He said as I nodded just to shut him up. His hand accidentally brushing up against my thigh. He is hot but dude needs to chill. Sure he was talking but I wasn't paying attention. I just watched his lips move. So full... I will admit, he is really hot for a man in his thirties. "Are you alright Emma?" He asked as I nodded. He went back to explaining but I wasn't listening. He was just so annoying. "I'm going to use the restroom I'll be right back." He said getting up. I was left alone with my thoughts. I could just imagine his lips exploring my body. I need to chill and relax. He does have but d**k energy though. I will admit to that. I mean come on, he's got large hands and feet and a beautiful face. He's bound to have a big d**k. He sat back down, his hands still kind of damp and I huffed. "Emma do you even care?" Finally he realized. "No." I was being honest. "Fine then, what do you like to do?" Literally nothing but party. "Party." He sighed. This guy is already done with me. "Fine then, Joe has log base 10 amount of drinks plus log base 6 amount of drinks." f*****g clever on his part. I wrote the answer and he smiled. "It's quite depressing that I had to bring in your free time mishaps but you got the answer regardless. Now do that for three more." I hate to admit that, that actually helped me... a lot. Alright Styles, you got me on this one.
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