𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Diet Mountain Dew I

You're no good for me
Baby, you're no good for me
You're no good for me
But baby, I want you, I want
(B x B)

It's the matter of wanting, being impulsive and selfish. Wanting something that turns into something you need. Something you couldn't go without, something that you couldn't live without. Something that made every breath feel burden less. For Harry that thing was him.

He couldn't have him, perhaps that was the greatest tragedy. Being lost in his thoughts, as he wrote meaningless notes on a loose piece of paper, listening to this instructors monotonous voice bore the class. And he longed to turn his head just to see a glimpse of him.

He could feel his eyes on his back, burning holes into his school shirt. He also heard the nervous tapping against the concrete floor. Flinching when the instructors loud footsteps interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Malik?" The instructor harshly ripped a piece of paper from his desk. "What is this?" He held the paper up and the rather insulting etch of Mr. Grey as a piglike creature, made the whole class erupt into a fit of laughter. "See me after class for detention, now where was I? Oh yes and now in the Ottoman Empire."

"Harry," he heard him whisper and Harry mumbled in response. "Fine meet me behind the corridors you know where."

"Okay," Harry nibbled the back of his pencil and pretended to be engrossed in whatever Mr. Grey was teaching.

"Harry," Mr. Grey stopped him on his way out, "I was wondering if you would enjoy submitting an essay for this contest, the headmaster thought you would enjoy something of the like, you know being the valedictory student you are."

"Of course," Harry smiled politely, "what is the essay prompt?"

"I forgot," Mr Grey laughed, "this old noggin doesn't work the way it used too, anyways get on to class I'll give you the pamphlet by tomorrow, and what is to be done with that Malik boy, always the trouble maker. His sort usually are." Mr Grey scoffed.

"Excuse me?" Harry coughed out.

"You know," Mr Grey lowered his voice, "Pakis, too much of them over here in England."

"Sure," Harry pursed his lips in disgust and smiled tightly before attending to his next class.

Darting past the stone corridors of the school, ignoring the girls sending him flirtatious leers and hiking their plaid school uniform skirts up. "He's gorgeous, those eyes drive me crazy." He heard a short girl with long black hair whisper rather loudly to her taller much less interested friend.

"Styles," Zayn lured him, from the end of the corridor. "You came."

"Yeah," Harry responded his eyes not quite catching Zayns golden ones. "How are you?"

"I have detention today," Zayn picked a loose thread off his dress pants, "thinking about skipping."

"Zayn you have to stop this," Harry sighed, "you're risking your future."

"And?" Zayn said a comical grin on his face. "What if I don't want a future?"

"You don't mean?" Harry gasped.

"It's crossed my mind," Zayn answered honestly.

"Have you gone mental? Are you mad," Harry gulped.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Zayn pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it, the fire casting a golden glow on the golden boy. "You want?" Harry shook his head, Zayn shrugged and took another intake of the cigar.

"Zayn," Harry felt his voice break, "I can't do this anymore."

"What?" Zayn said innocently, as if July was never theirs.

"You know," Harry struggled with words, "whatever we are, whatever this is."

"You don't want to be mates anymore?" Zayn laughed, "Mates that fool around, cmon Harry it's normal, I mean it's just fun, boys being boys."

"What if I-," Harry started, "fuck it, we're sinners don't you understand, whatever we are isn't natural."

"Tell me Harry what do you want?" Zayn asks, "I'll leave you alone if that is what you wish." And maybe that's what Harry needed, but fuck he wanted Zayn.

"I want you to be mine," Harry answered honestly, "I want your hand, I want to hold your hand, kiss away your tears, I know you cry Zayn."

"Harry," Zayn started, "don't you understand we could die if anyone found out. I'm a bad influence anyway. I always choose the wrong boys to mess around with."

"Their are others? Harry gulped feeling a swarm of jealousy.

"Well yes," Zayn admitted. "Their always has been."

"Always?"

"Yes, Always."