Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)

Ch. 23 - Were You Busy?

Third Person P.O.V.

Harry held Zayn close, sliding a large, ring clad hand up the back of his neck and into the younger boy's hair as he moved his lips against Zayn's fervently. He'd never admit it, but this feeling of pure euphoria felt fake. He was afraid Zayn would dissipate into thin air in front of him if he didn't hold him close.

The older man has wanted him from the minute he first saw Zayn, and now, for the first time in their tumultuous relationship, they were finally honest with each other and Zayn was finally attainable.

Harry heard Zayn let out a cute little moan, which made him groan and pull Zayn's head back by his hair. He didn't want the sounds muffled by his mouth. He held Zayn's head back with one hand and placed the other on the base of his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on his throat. Zayn jumped a little at Harry's cool hands, but whimpered at the feeling and held his teacher's head close to him.

Harry pulled away to just stare at Zayn, bask in the boy's needy panting, before he dipped his head in and ran his tongue, slowly, up from the base of Zayn's neck, all the way up to his jaw, past his chin, to trace his bottom lip.

Zayn's brain short circuited, the look on his face making Harry chuckle heartily until—

*KNOCK KNOCK*

There was a hard knock on the door.

They jumped away from each other quickly, Zayn scrambling to pick up the backpack he hadn't even realized he dropped. Harry's heart sunk to his ass as he remembered the window on his door. He closed his eyes and prayed to a god he doesn't even believe in that he had remembered to pull the blinds on the window down before Zayn entered.

He opened one eye and looked at the door, breathing out a quick sigh of relief when he saw that the blinds were indeed down.

The person knocking walked in just as Zayn wiped the visible saliva off of his neck. Zayn looked up and his face dropped immediately.

It was Justin.

Justin smiled as he looked at his teacher, but it faltered as he looked over at Zayn. He slowed his steps and stopped a couple feet away from them, looking back and forth at them both.

"Sorry, were you busy?" Justin asked, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Zayn didn't say anything and just looked to Mr. Styles, who quickly got up from where he was leaning on his desk and ran a hand through his hair.

"No, no it's okay. I completely forgot about our meeting," Harry chuckled, hoping he was playing it off well enough. He looked over at Zayn, "Mr. Malik? We can pick up where we left off some other time, I've got to help Justin with something."

Zayn decided to forgo a response and just nodded twice. He hoisted his bag on his shoulder and began to walk past Justin.

But he felt a hand on his elbow, stopping him from walking any further.

He looked down at his elbow before he turned and saw Justin, whose face was less than a foot away. Zayn's heart began to beat quickly as the intensity of the situation began to sink in.

"Hey," Justin whispered, "can we talk later?"

Zayn's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Even though it was a whisper, Zayn just knew Mr. Styles was observing their interaction carefully.

Zayn didn't know what to say. I mean, they did need to talk. Zayn needed to end it officially. But by the hopeful look in Justin's big brown puppy dog eyes, it seemed as though he was hoping for a talk that went in a different direction. He didn't know for sure, but regardless, they did need to talk. So Zayn just nodded like an idiot, after which Justin beamed.