Detention

Chapter 18

The butterflies dance in my stomach like never before. But he doesn't date students, and I'm not like some item he owns.

"I'm not yours, you don't date students. I am free to do whatever I want with anyone I want." I say with confidence.

"Yea." He nods.

I really hope we change the conversation because it's getting awkward.

Wait a second..

"Harry?"

"Jennie?" He retorts.

"If you told my mom I'm sleeping at Niall's..."

"Yes, Jennifer, you are staying at mine tonight." He says like it's obvious.

"Where would I sleep? How will I shower? What about pajamas? Tomorrow's clothes?" I start worrying. This is not a good idea.

"There's a guest bedroom for you to sleep, unless you want to sleep in my bed then I don't mind, and I have a bathroom and a shower of course, and you can wear my shirt to bed. My sister has left some clothes here, so you can pick some of them for tomorrow. You look about the same size as her so no problem." He says. I'm surprised about how planned this is.

Of course I want to sleep in his bed but we have to take things slow.

***

The guest bedroom is only a bit bigger than my room, and definitely smaller than Harry's. But it's nice.

It has a white bed and a small TV, with a closet also and a desk.

I sit down on the bed. I hope his sister's clothes do fit, because if they don't, then I will have to go in my pajamas to my house to get clothes and all.

"Here, you can wear this." Harry's voice startles me.

I turn around to see a shirtless Harry holding a shirt. My jaw might be at the floor right now. His chest is covered mostly by a big butterfly tattoo, and he has lots of tattoos on his arms and collarbone and everywhere, basically. I am impressed by how much muscles he has and I hope he didn't notice how aroused I am by this.

"Is something wrong?" He asks with worry in his tone. Yes something is very wrong, you look like a God and why am I not doing you.

"Nope. Thank you." I say while taking the shirt from him.

"I think it will cover most of your body so I won't get you pants." He says and he's right, the shirt is big.

I thank him again and he leaves the room. I put on the shirt over my underwear and it reaches the middle of my thighs.

Then I go to the kitchen because I'm thirsty, and I find him there, with his back turned to me.

"Good night." I say as I fill a cup with water.

He turns around and the look on his face is priceless. He looks like he just saw a dinosaur or something.

"G-good N-nigh-ht.." He stutters, his cheeks getting red.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No.. You look n-nice.. I mean you look gr-great wearing my shirt.. really sexy." He finally says, his cheeks getting even more red.

I blush. "Thank you."

I hope I can get used to him being shirtless.

You'll never see him shirtless again, my subconscious adds

She's not wrong, after tonight things will go back to normal. Him being a teacher and me being his student.

I walk back to the room and get in the bed and I quickly fall asleep.

"Sweetie I'll be right back." Dad says with a smile and hugs me tighter than usual.

"Promise?" I pout.

"Yes, I promise. I'm just going to tell these men to leave us alone, okay?"

"Okay."

He opens the front door and leaves the house. I wait about five minutes and run towards the balcony. I look down from our second floor and see him talking to three big men. They don't look happy.

"Give us the money and we won't have a problem." One of the bad men says.

"Five-hundred-thousand dollars? That's a lot.. don't you think?" Dad tells him, I think he's scared.

I stop listening to what they're saying. Dad will win, he always does. He is always doing the right thing.

A little more time passes. I hear a very loud bang and I cover my ears with my hands. What was that? I look back at Dad and he's lying on the floor, with one of the bad men holding a gun.

They killed him? They killed Dad? I cry a lot.

But he was such a good person! What did he do to deserve this? What will mommy say when she gets home?

When I wake up, I'm sweating and my cheeks are wet from crying. I've seen this nightmare maybe twice in my life, and I'm trying to forget what they did to my father. He was a good man, perhaps too good. I was seven at the time.

I cry more and more till I hear footsteps coming closer.

I see a blurry Harry walking towards my bed with a worried look on his face.

"Jenns? What's wrong?" He wipes a tear from my cheek.

"I.. I had a nightmare.. about my dad.." I sob.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He sweetly says but I shake my head and he nods.

"I'm just.. scared.. to go back to sleep.." I sob again.

He nods again and suddenly puts his arms under my body and lifts me. He carries me to his room and places me on his bed. He lies there next to me and holds me against him, then covers us with the blanket.

"I'm here for you, always." I hear him whisper.