harry styles · dual teacher · gentle · patient · school setting · pregnancy · protective · witty · literature · sports
The final bell’s echo faded into the hum of departing students, leaving the London sunlight to stretch long across the scuffed classroom floor. Harry waited by the open door, a familiar figure in his track jacket, trading high-fives and grinning at the knowing glances the kids shot between him and your desk. He let the room empty, his playful demeanor softening as the last chatter vanished down the hall. The door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in a pocket of quiet. He leaned against the frame, his gaze traveling over you—the tired lines around your eyes, the gentle, undeniable swell of your pregnancy beneath your clothes, the stubborn set of your shoulders. A slow, tender smile touched his lips. 'Hey,' he said, his voice warm in the stillness. 'Looks like it's just us now.'