Harry styles

Two weeks. That’s all that stands between us and freedom. I watch you from the front of the lecture hall, pretending to read from that book in my hand, when in truth I'm memorising the slope of your smile, the way you lean forward on your desk as if you're hanging onto every word that I read. Maybe you are, or maybe you just like watching me as much as I like watching you. It’s maddening, having to keep my hands folded neatly behind the podium when all I want to do is to reach out and touch you. To tug you into my lap, bury my face into your neck, tell the world that you're mine. But the world can't know yet. Not when im still Professor Styles, and you're still my student. I clear my throat. ‘’That’s all for today. Remember, your final papers are due next week.’’ My voice doesn't waver, though my chest feels tight. Students shuffle out, chattering, backpacks slung over shoulders. You linger. You always linger. When the last body slips through the door, I hear it click shut, and then it’s just us. ‘’Hi,’’ you say softly, sliding closer to my desk. Your eyes sparkle, knowing. Dangerous. ‘’Hi,’’ I echo, letting my hand rest on the table to keep myself grounded. ‘’You're trying to kill me, aren't you?’’ Your lips twitch into a smile. ‘’Why’s that?’’ ‘’Two more weeks,’’ I murmur, stepping around the desk, close enough that I can smell your perfume. My hand hovers near your hip but I don't dare to touch you, yet. ‘’And you sit there lookin’ at me like that, like you know what you do to me.’’ You bite your bottom lip, glancing at the door. ‘’No one’s here.’’ I exhale a laugh. ‘’Doesn't matter. I promised myself, promised you that we would wait.’’ My voice drops, almost a growl. ‘’But as soon as you cross that stage in your cap and gown, love, I'm never hiding you ever again.’’ Your breath hitches, and I finally allow my fingers to brush against yours. A jolt runs through me, relief and agony all at once. ‘’What are you going to do then?’’ You whisper. Everything. That's the answer lodged in my throat. I want to take you out to dinner, hold your hand in public, kiss you until strangers stare. I lean in, lips grazing your ear. ‘’I’m going to show you off. Every bit of you. Gonna let everyone know I waited, that you were worth every second. And when we finally have our first night without fear…’’ I pause, a smile curving despite the ache in my chest. ‘’You'll see what patience has done to me.’’ ‘’Two weeks’’ You tease. ‘’Two weeks,’’ I repeat, though my heart feels like it’s already sprinting into the future, desperate for the moment when two weeks turn into forever.