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Emma.

I wondered through the woods as I climbed my favorite tree. Sitting at the very top, I looked out into the world. Birds were 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 set up, we have 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 into the dirt. I just watched as the car parked horribly; a man took his time getting out of the vehicle. My god, what a sight. 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 be Harry Styles," Mum said as he never broke eye contact with me.

"Yes," 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 heads. Are they joking? Didn't even tell me to get help, just forced it on me.

"Oh," I said. God, he looked perfect but too old. He licked his lips as I imagined what they'd feel like if he kissed me. I need to stop like now.

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We got home with his image well tattooed in my brain. I honestly can wait until I see him, I'm not ready to 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 loom decent. I shrugged and decided that my dingy white t-shirt and old cheer shorts were good enough.

He was let up to my room as he looked at me. Up then down, sorry I don't have designer suits. 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.

"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, I flinched. He is hot, but he 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 handsome.

"Are you alright, Emma?" He asked as I nodded.

He went back to explain, 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, and all I can imagine are his lips exploring my body. I need to chill and relax.

He does have significant dick energy, though. I will admit to that. I mean come on, he's got great hands and feet and a beautiful face. He's bound to have a big dick.

He sat back down, his hands still kind of damp, and I huffed.

"Emma, do you even care?" Finally, he realized.

"No." I was honest.

"Fine then, what do you like to do?" I like to party.

"Party." He sighed.

"Fine then, Joe has log base ten amount of drinks plus log base six amount of drinks." Fucking smart on his part. I wrote the answer, and he smiled.

"It's quite depressing that I had to bring in you're free time mishaps, but you got the answer regardless. Now do that for three more." I hate to admit that, that helped me a lot.

Alright, Styles, you got me on this one.