Louis-
Harry came through the door, dishevelled and looking upset. In fact, he looked like he was seconds away from breaking down. I tried to get his attention, but he quickly shook his head and pushed me away, so I let him go off upstairs. Niall watches as he walks off, sighing and nodding to himself.
"I'll see if I can get him to talk," I nod and sat beside Zayn, tugging him close to my side. He sighed and tucked his face into the side of my neck. I kissed his temple and grinned.
"How was work, love?"
"Nothing out of the norm. Aside from the homophobia, though, it was alright." he starts, letting out another sigh and grabbing onto my shirt. "Exam season starts soon, and the kids are needing more support than ever. One kid, I had to take out of my year ten class. He had a panic attack because he thought his grade wasn't going to be good enough. This kid is a straight-A student and his parents hate him getting below an A*." I nod and signal for him to keep talking, drawing patterns in his back with my fingers. "I managed to get him calm enough when I convinced him that I'd help him out during lunches. He's amazingly smart, he just needs the right support system."
I listen on as he tells me about his student, throwing in a comment where necessary. Zayn really cared for his students, offering out free tutoring sessions for the ones that need it during lunches and after school. He spends hours printing out revision guides and worksheets in general so that they can use them outside of school, and buys supplies for his classroom out of his own pocket.
After an hour of watching tv with Zayn, we could hear Liam come through the door. The door slammed behind him, and we knew that something had gone on. It was hard to know what to do, knowing that he could easily get overwhelmed and send himself into an anxiety attack if he kept everything building up inside. Sometimes, he couldn't even get himself into work after his anxiety attacks. Knowing this, I got up and headed into the kitchen to make him a coffee. He came into the room, huffing and kicking one of the chairs.
"Here," I whisper, handing him his drink and kissing his cheek.
"Thanks,"
"Wanna talk about it?" I ask, taking a seat beside him and smiling.
"It's stupid shit, forget about it." by the look on his face alone, I could tell it wasn't wise to start pushing it, so I nodded and started boiling the kettle again.
"Wanna have a quiet cuddle?" I reach over and grab him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He smiled at me, leaning over to give me a kiss.
"Where's Haz and Niall?"
"I think Haz had a bad day, he walked off and refused a hug. Niall went off to talk to him, but they haven't been back downstairs since."
