~Harry's POV~
The security has Devin in the hallway outside the cafeteria, explaining to them what had happened. Devin's mother on the other hand is sitting at the round table drunk on thanksgiving, in a rehab facility.
How ironic right?
"What are you looking at curly," she slurs, rubbing her hand over her cheek where Devin slapped her. I'm suddenly disgusted with this women, more so than I was before.
"Do you want me to be honest with you?"
"Sure, Mr. Styles, go right ahead." her lips curve into a devilish smirk.
"It's Har-"
"I know who you are. You're that teacher who stole my baby girls heart." she rolls her eyes.
"Why do you do this to her? She has been through enough don't you see that? She tried to help you then you betray her..."
"Get off my back kid, you should be watching
