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

Ch. 25 - Yeah, Whatever

Harry's POV

The savory smell of the chicken alfredo I slaved over a hot stove for 2 hours for was swirling around the kitchen, the sweet sound of Donna Summer's voice swimming in my ears and the warmth from the whiskey I downed was radiating in my stomach.

I loved nights like this. Being alone with good food and good music was one of my favorite ways to unwind. These nights usually end with either a good book or a good wank and I couldn't choose which I preferred so I thought hard about doing both before I glanced over at the time.

10:27 pm. Zayn. He must be done talking to Justin by now, right? I glanced over the table and moved a kitchen towel to grab my phone. I opened up our chat and shot him a quick text asking how it went.

I sat at the couch and turned on the news while I waited for a response. After a couple news stories I glanced back down at my phone and realized he hadn't responded yet. 10:42 now. Hm. I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that now replaced the warmth in my stomach. I took a deep breath and ran my hands over my face.

I was Zayn once. I was young and attractive and just trying to figure out my sexuality the only way I knew how—by sleeping with as many people as possible and leaving a trail of broken hearts behind me wherever I went. As much as I wanted to trust Zayn, I know how I was. I know who he is. I want him so bad but Justin is his safest option. A teacher-student relationship could turn sour so quickly. It stressed me out just to think about what a messy breakup could mean for my career. How our lives would change if someone caught us flirting or god forbid in the act of something much more incriminating.

I also hadn't even stopped to think about whether I want more from Zayn than just his body. Was I moving too quickly? Was I thinking with the wrong head? Zayn is beautiful and funny and spunky and could be very sweet, but was I willing to risk it all for an attractive student that I wasn't even sure I could love?

I shook my head. I needed to take a hot shower and get my mind off that kid. I threw my hair up in a bun and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I walked in front of the mirror and unbuttoned my top, throwing it onto the bed before starting on my pants.

Naked, I walked into bathroom, the linoleum cold on the soles of my feet. I set the water temperature before turning on the shower head. I took my hair tie out and stepped into the shower, closing my eyes and letting the warm water wash over my face and seep into my hair.

The warmth washed over my body and I hummed at the feeling. My mind ran over Zayn again—specifically the moment I got to taste him in my classroom. That boy was going to be the death of me. The way his breath picked up when I pressed my tongue against his neck made me let out a little moan as my cock twitched.

I looked down. Half hard already. The pressure of the water from the shower head beat down on the tip of my cock in the best way and before I knew it I had a hand wrapped around myself. I sighed as I squeezed myself at the base. I closed my eyes once more and imagined what Zayn looked like naked. That photo I saw of him on his phone once was burned into my head as if my brain had been branded. That pert little ass in those lacy panties had my hand picking up the pace, tightening my grip as I neared the tip every time.

I let out a sigh as I thought about how tight he must be and what it would feel like to bury myself in him. To choke him until his face turned red and-

"Ohh-," I whispered to myself, my hand moving at the speed of lightning now as I looked down at my cock that was now leaking pre cum, the substance being washed off and down the drain by the water.

I bit my lip and furrowed my brows as I thought about how hard I wanted to pound him and the sound my balls would make on impact with his thighs as I fucked him from behind. I grunted and braced myself with my other hand on the bathroom tiles, chasing my release fervently.