ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Teaching a Lesson 2

Chapter 2: REUNION

Summary:

Liam returns to school following what had happened and finds himself having conflicting feelings.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun getting to know each other over the next nine months."

Liam wanted to puke. The thought of going back to that school and having to do all that over and over again with his teacher made his skin crawl. He couldn't count how many times he showered after everything, trying to rid himself of the memories that happened after school that day. Despite his efforts, he couldn't forget. No, the memories were burned into his mind and he was sure that they always would be.

Zayn Malik was a monster.

Liam wanted to take back everything he ever thought about him; how he seemed like a good guy and how handsome he was. He wanted to take them back, because the man didn't deserve to have those things thought of him ever again. Not after what he did to Liam. He deserved to be locked away.

But both Liam and Zayn knew that was never going to happen.

Zayn was clever, too clever. He had planned what they were going to do for quite a while that he took the time to smear his name in wrongful ways all over the school. It was clear to Liam now why the teachers always looked so disgusted and so disappointed in him. It was all because Zayn tarnished his name. And now if he wanted to spill the beans about how Zayn took advantage of him, he wouldn't be able to.

Nobody would believe him.

And nobody would save him.

Liam managed to convince his parents that he had a stomach bug all week and was able to stay home from school so he wouldn't have to see or face Zayn at all.

Zayn.

Every time Liam thought about him he would feel so disgusted with how his teacher had treated him. Weren't teachers supposed to be there to protect their students and keep them safe from terrible people? Liam just couldn't wrap his mind around what this man was doing to him and what he planned on doing to him. He never felt so dirty in his life.

And not only was he disgusted with what his teacher had done, but he was also disgusted with himself. The way Zayn touched him made him feel so good that he was completely ashamed of himself for getting off by it. He begged to be touched. He wanted to be touched. And he didn't know why. He didn't know why this man had such a hold over him.

He just wanted to forget.

But he knew that was impossible, because as he stepped through the halls and headed down towards his last class of the day, he knew who would be there and he knew what would happen once class was dismissed and they were all alone. Hell, it was probably the first time Liam prayed the school wouldn't end for the day so that he wouldn't have to be with him.

He felt woozy as he slowly made his way down towards the room, his body swaying back and forth and his head spinning with many different thoughts. He wanted to run and just never show up, but he knew he couldn't afford to miss any more classes or else he really wouldn't be able to graduate on time and may be forced into spending another year with Mr. Malik.

He leaned against the wall outside the classroom and held his hand to his chest, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. There was no room for a panic attack in the middle of the class. People would notice and that would only make Zayn angrier and probably do something even worse to Liam. He could do this. He could make it through this for the next nine months. He had to.