Teacher!England X Student!Reader ~ Chapter 4

~Your POV~

My (e/c) eyes were still wide open, and then it suddenly hit me. What have I just been doing? Did I just get screwed by my teacher?

Sadly, my thoughts were telling the truth. And quite frankly, I needed to get out of here. I gulped, and pointed at the clock over Arthur's shoulder.

"O-Oh, look at the time. I-I should really get going..." I stuttered.

I slipped underneath Arthur's bare legs and quickly threw my clothes on. My legs were weak, but I still managed to get out the door in one piece. The last thing in my sight was Arthur reaching his arm out with his mouth open, as if to say something.

I ran down the hallway of the empty school as fast as I could, my face suddenly pale. I almost ran into the glass doors at the end of the corridor, but came to a halt and opened them. I was lucky that my house wasn't that far away.

A weak smile formed on my face as the air hit my body. 'Refreshing' I thought to myself. I speed-walked down the hill, and slowed down as I reached my street, seeing my house at the end of it.

My shaking hands rummaged through my (f/c) bag, looking for my house key. Luckily, I eventually found it, and pulled it out of the front pocket where it was hiding in my bag.

I slipped the key clumsily into the lock of my house, and the shining black door glided open. I swiftly tucked myself behind the door, and carefully shut it with my back as I slid down it, soon sitting on the floor as I closed my eyes for a moment.

After a minute or so, I opened my eyes to see a florescent green square shaped note sticking onto the shiny white banister.

I slowly stood up, and picked the note from the banister. I cringed my eyes at it until my blur of a vision returned to normal.

'Me and your mother have gone out for the night, don't expect us back until late. Love you!
~ Dad'

I sighed in relief, I had been waiting for some time alone for so long. I smiled to myself, and walked upstairs to my room.

I walked over to the glass desk which sat in the corner of my room, and plugged my iPod into the large speakers. I turned them up to full volume and blasted (favourite song) out of the speakers.

I jumped onto my bed and folded my arms behind my head, and stared at the ceiling, thoughts flowing at full speed through my mess of a head.

Minutes turned into hours and I still hadn't moved an inch from my bed. Those special moments I had spent with Arthur. It was so wrong... But I somewhat enjoyed it.

But then, the thought that hit me back in the classroom caught my attention again. What if I was pregnant? It was definitely a possibility.

I immediately shook my head and sat up, rubbing my head and then standing up, turning the music down.

I slipped on my grey sweatpants, and a Jack Daniels tank top. Before putting my lush (h/c) Hair into a messy pony tail.

I walked down the stairs, a pale look still on my face. I reached the bottom of the stairs and wandered into the kitchen, putting some microwaveable noodles in the microwave, and waiting for them to be done.

I poured myself a glass of water in the meantime and sat on the cold counter next to the sink. The microwave pinged, alerting me that my food was ready.

I sighed and swiftly jumped off of the counter, dawdling over to the microwave and getting out my noodles. I swore to myself as the hot container slightly burned my hands, and quickly placed them on the table.

I ran some cold water over my hand and sighed yet again, before opening one of the kitchen drawers and getting out my (f/c) set of chopsticks. Then back over to the table.

I picked up a kitchen cloth and wrapped it round the bowl my noodles were now in, I then carried them into the living room.

I turned on the large flat screen TV which was on the wall of the living room, and plopped myself on the sofa, eating my noodles whilst watching (favourite show).

~ - ~ Time Skip ~ - ~

I was now back to laying on my bed, in the same position as earlier. My face had not gained a shade darker either.

It was 12PM, and I was still not asleep. I knew the reason, I just didn't want to think about it right now.

I felt my eyes closing even more as each minute went by, though they were soon burst open as I heard the door open, then close a few seconds after.

I heard slow, heavy steps come up the stairs and then to my surprise they stopped outside my room.

The door to my room suddenly clicked, a creak slowly following after. It was my dad.

"Are you okay _____?" My dad said in a friendly yet concerned tone. He could tell that I was awake.

"Y-Yes, I'm p-perfectly fine." I stuttered. My eyes not moving from the ceiling to face him.

"_____..." My father sighed, and entered my room, kneeling down beside the left side of my bed.

"Y-Yes dad?" I answered. There was NO WAY, I repeat, NO WAY, He would find out what's going through my head. Me and Arthur would both be in so much trouble.

He simply stood up, and kissed my forehead, sweeping away the loose strands of (h/c) hair from my face, then tucking me into my bed as he closed the curtains. Even though I was 17 now, I still loved the child-like my father and I shared.

I showed a weak smile on my face as my dad returned the same, switching off the remaining light in my room as he left and closed the door behind him.
I sighed and the smile soon disappeared from my face. Oh how you wish life was as simple as that.

~ - ~ Time Skip To Next Morning ~ - ~

I woke up, my covers and pillows surrounding me in a mess. I must have moved around a lot that night. I yawned and was shocked to find my stomach hurting like hell.

I sat up and held my stomach, closing my eyes tight and sighing. Must be a stomach bug going round that I've caught from school.

I rubbed my eyes and opened the door of my bedroom, and walked downstairs. I was hald way down the stairs, and the pain in my stomach increased. I gripped onto the banister as my knuckles turned white with pressure.

I let out a deep exhale as my knuckles turned back to their normal colour. I couldn't go to school in this condition.

I finally made my way into the kitchen without collapsing, breakfast waiting on the table. This was unusual.

"Goodmorning sweetheart." My mother intruded my thinking with her sweet greeting.

I yawned. "Morning mum." I said, rubbing my eyes and sitting at the table.

"I thought I'd prepare you some breakfast instead of running of with some toast in your mouth this morning!" My mum said with a giggle. She sounded like an over excited school girl.

"Thanks mum." I said, my mouth full of bacon sandwich.

I had soon finished my breakfast when my stomach went off again, as if it was begging for more. I grabbed a hold of it and shut my eyes again.

"Are you okay darling?" Said my mother in a concerned voice.

"Do I look okay?!" I yelled back. I didn't mean for it to come out, it just did.

I heard my mum sigh as she walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll call the school and tell them that you're sick..." She said, and walked off.

I clenched my fists as they turned white again.

"Damn you Arthur..." I mumbled.

"What did you say hun?" My mum asked from the hallway.

"N-Nothing!" I called back.

I slowly stood up and walked up the stairs to my room, closing the door softly behind me and tucking myself back into my bed, which was still warm to my surprise.

~ - ~ Time Skip To Lunch ~ - ~

My eyes slowly opened as I groaned, awakening to the defening sound of the home phone ringing down the hallway. My parents were at work by now, so I had no choice but to answer it.

I slowly lifted myself and wandered down the stairs and though the hall, taking a deep breath before answering the phone.

"H-Hey?" I croaked, coughing afterwards. Oh God, I hope I'm not getting a cold now.

"Hello, love." Replied a familiar British accent.

There was a small silence, though I soon broke it.

"Um... How did you get my house number...?" I asked quietly.

"The school has it. And I figured I should call you, since you were off school. I was worried about you, dear." He said, in a concerned tone.

"So, why are you off school?" He added.

"...Well, I felt incredibly sick... And I still do, though the pain has gone down a bit now..." I mumbled.

I heard Arthur quietly chuckle to himself.

"Hey! This isn't anything to laugh about!" I tried my best to sound angry, but it probably only came across as cute.

"Oh, sorry love. But don't you know what this might mean...?" He said. Still chuckling in the background.

"Yes, I do, now, If you'll excuse me-" I said, though getting interrupted.

"Love, please..." He began.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Nevermind, I guess I'll see you tomorrow poppet?" He asked, returning to his usual self.

"Yeah... I guess so... Bye..." I mumbled.

"Goodbye love. Get well soon!" He said, as I hung up.

I sighed in frustration. I needed to know.