Under Control

9

"You touched it didn't you?"

Harry looked back at Zayn with the straightest face. Zayn was looking down and he can sense Harry glaring at him.

"YOU TOUCHED IT, DIDN'T YOU?!" Harry wrapped his hand around Zayn's neck, squeezing it tightly, making Zayn fall on his back and tried to pull Harry's hand off of him. "SAY IT! YOU TOUCHED IT!" Harry got a tighter grip on his neck, making the bed sink my pushing him down deeper on the bed.

"I...I...I t-touc-touched it-it!" Zayn choked out with tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. Harry let's go of his neck, flipped him over on this stomach and slowly pulled down his pants. "N-NO! P-P-PLEASE! I'M SORRY!" Zayn cried out, trying to move.

"Shut the fuck up and stand there and look pretty..."

"Harry please...." Zayn whispered with the side of his face smushed on the bed.

"I said shut the fuck up," Harry pulled down Zayn's boxers revealing his small ass. "And stand there and look pretty, slut." Zayn began to shake and shut his eyes. And at that moment when he felt Harry put his dick inside him a small shriek escaped from his mouth, he heard Harry moan thrusting in and out of him and heard him say "goody boy" over and over.

"Harry stop!" Zayn cried, squirming around to get away from Harry.

"Sit still." Harry moaned, laid his head on Zayn's back, and bit it.

"AH! Harreh..." Zayn shut his eyes and felt his insides getting fucking destroyed.

Few thrust later Harry sinked his teeth into Zayn's skin and released all inside of him. "Fuck..." he breathed out. He fell on Zayn and Zayn just stood there, he just felt numb from the waist down. He didn't understand why it was always him.

*

Back to school, it was Zayn's 4th period and he really wanted to leave, he just felt like people behind him were judging him. He just looked down at his notebook where he drew all these random doodles and blocking everything out. But when he heard the classroom door slam he snapped back into reality, he looked up and saw the teacher had her arm around a student's shoulder and she was tapping her pen on the desk to get the kids attention. She got their attention and she smiled at the class. "Before we continue class I just want to introduce a new student, his name is Micheal." (Not Micheal Clifford) she introduced him. "Vanny." He said. "I'm sorry?" "Call me Vanny, I don't like the name Micheal." "Um, okay?"

"Now how about you go sit next to Zayn, the boy with raven hair and hazel eyes." She said, point at the seat right next to Zayn.

"Yes Ma'am." He nods and sat next to Zayn, just facing the teacher and not looking around, while Zayn his staring at him. He started to admire Vanny's wavy Chestnut hair, his amber hazel eye color, and his pink lips. Zayn looked back down at his book and continued to doodle.

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Lunch.

When Zayn walked outside he noticed Vanny sitting in his spot on the bleachers, he got on the bleachers and stood in front of him. "Um...excuse me...that's my spot..." Zayn mumbles looking down at Vanny. Vanny stopped eating and looked up at Zayn.

"Oh, so your the reason why the spot his warm?" He smirked.

Zayn pressed his lips together and looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I guess you can say that." "Hey don't get embarrassed, it was a joke." Vanny said scooting over and patting the spot he was sitting on. Zayn sat down and looked over at him. "So you're name is Micheal?" Zayn asked Vanny, waiting for a response. "Please don't call me that! It's Vanny." Vanny muttered. "So what school did you come from?" "Oh, I came from Riverside High, but I had to transfer." "Why?"

Vanny sat up and threw his head to the side. "Oh, I was just a trouble maker and shit," Vanny crossed his legs, "I've gotten a couple of kids in trouble, graffitied the school walls, and sometimes I would switch the teachers coffee with alcohol, I didn't understand how they didn't notice." Vanny explained. "Geez, well if you did that in this school they would expel you." Zayn said. "I bet, by the way," Vanny smiled and looked at Zayn, "I am in love with your accent!" He grinned. Zayn blushes and turned away.  "Flattered?" He teased making Zayn cheeks rosey red.

Zayn felt his heart race and he trembled a bit.

Fuck, am I in love again?! No! No! No! No! This can't be happening again! No!

"You alright, Zayn?" Vanny asked, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Mmhmm." He turned to him, smiling.

What the hell am I doing with my face...? Is this normal, I mean I've smiled before, but not like this.

"Hey," Vanny smiled, "you wanna show me around the school tomorrow? Still kinda lost around here."

"Sure." Zayn grinned.

-

Zayn was sitting in the car, doing his homework, waiting for Harry again. He did get distracted a bit because he couldn't stop thinking about Vanny. He jumped a bit when he heard a tap on the window, he looked up and saw Vanny, he rolled down the window and smiled at him. "H-hey, what are you doing here..?" Zayn mumbles. "You forgot your bag." Vanny said, lifting his bag and putting it in between his legs.

"O-Oh, thank you." Zayn said smiling in a embarrassed way.

"You're welcome, I'll see you tomorrow." Vanny walked away and Zayn rolled up the window, resuming his homework. Few minutes later Harry got in the car and drove off. "I haven't seen you today." Harry mumbles. Zayn didn't reply, he just ignored him. "Don't ignore me..." Harry gotten a tight grip on the wheel. "I'm always in the same places I'm always at during school, I'm surprised you didn't stalk me..." Zayn sassed. Harry stopped the car and clenched his teeth, "Don't fucking sass me..." Harry Growled.

Zayn looked out the window and ignored everything Harry did. "So you're just gonna ignore me? Huh? Just because you met a boy, who seem to be nice to you." Zayn looked over to Harry, furrowing his eyebrows at him. "Yeah, you didn't think I saw him at my car talking to you?" Harry turned his head to Zayn, "Yeah, you didn't think that I'll noticed that." Harry pulled out a pocket knife and flipped it open. He put the blade up to Zayn's throat and leaning close towards him.

"How many times do I have to remind you that you're mine." Harry whispered, "no one else's, just mine, why don't you understand that?!"

"Because I..."

Do not say anything! He will slit your throat open! And don't scream for help!

"Hmm?"

"I don't know..."

Harry grabbed his face and kissed him, sliding the knife down to his arm. He lets go of his face and gets a hold of his wrist.

Zayn felt a sharp pain in his wrist so he moved his face away from Harry's and noticed that he was carving 'HS' onto his wrist. "Ow! Har-Harry!" Zayn whined, trying to move Harry's arm, but Harry was way too strong for him. "Ah! O-Ow! Harry sto-stop!"

Harry got done, licked the blade, and let go of Zayn to continue driving. Zayn looked at his wrist and just started at it.

What am I doing wrong...?