i am looking around at all the girls in their knee length skirts and blazers scream and walk with their friends, trying to find my angel.

finally, after all the immature teens stumble out the gates, i see her.

five foot nothing, with her brown hair flowing down her back in soft waves and these insane big doe eyes, that make me really imagine doing bad things to her.

my eyes trail down to the soft skin of her upper thighs.

i told her not to wear her skirt so fucking short.

i briefly envision myself taking her over my knee and teaching her a lesson for being such a naughty girl, but stop when i feel myself harden in my skinny jeans.

i can see a group of boys waiting around the school gates, i ever so slowly raise my glasses, my precious evangeline walks past them and trots

towards my car but they call out for her. she obediently turns and walks over to them.

already pissed that she even gives these kids her time of day, i get out of the car and quietly shut the door behind me.

"angeline come show us those legs"

"angeline what's under your skirt

"angeline when'd you get so sexy"

i am about two seconds from bashing their skulls into the fucking pavement. but instead i walk towards them, my frame towering over them and obviously intimidating them, i give them the most disgusted look i can muster.

"angel, are these boys bothering you" i speak and she looks up into my eyes gratefully.

"no harry, it's alright"

"princess, why don't you go sit in the car now, i'll just be a moment" i say handing her the keys and dismissing her as i turn back to the fools practically cowering in front of me.

"i swear to god, if any one of you ever so much as look at her again, i will make sure you all end up in a fucking hospital bed." i smirk evilly as they nod in fear. fucking pussies.

"have i made myself clear?" the sixteen year old boys nod and quickly walk off.

i return to the car, ready to give her a stern telling off but not to harsh because obviously those boys had been giving her quite a hard time already.

he slams the car door shut behind him, slowly i feel the fear and nervousness peak within me, is he going to yell?

he turns the key and the low hum of the car startles me into reality, mentally preparing myself for what is about to come.

but instead of his yells blocking out the sound of the car speeding down the road, i hear his voice quiet and steady.

"how long have they been bothering you?"

"only today" i say meekly, deciding it best not to lie to him.

"do you know why they bothered you?"

"because my skirt was too short" i sigh

"exactly" his voice strains and out of the corner of my eye i see his fingers clench around the steering wheel. "because of your damn skirt, angel, i thought i warned you"

"well, i didn't think anything would happen" i complain

"i'm a man, i know just what goes through a boy's head when he sees a girl like you, in a skirt like that"

"did those thoughts go through your head too?" i softly hum deciding to tease him a little.

"not now, princess" he whispers, the tips of his ears lightly flush when he looks away from me.

"who the hell were you trying to impress?" he looks back at me,

and very softly and slowly i manage to push a single word past my lips.

"you."

he lets out a low growl sort of noise, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel, harry pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. i got the reaction i wanted, i grin to myself.

but all of sudden he lets out a breath, shakes out his knuckles and his demeanour changes in an instant from aroused to calm.

"babydoll" he shakes his head

i sigh, but in that moment i create a little game for myself.

'getting harry flustered 101 -

1. drop sexual remarks wherever possible

2. wear revealing clothes, but only around him.

3. tease'

i was terribly excited to play this game.

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