Tormented (Zouis Talik Student/Teacher)

Zayn's POV:

So there was Wolverhampton, my home town, and then there was school.

It was as if school was on a different planet from everyone else judging the experiences I had their as my normal school day routine. I threw myself into the corridors everyday with only one person on my mind, infatuating me constantly, even when I left the school premises I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. Sometimes my thoughts were even dirty day dreams, but I would mentally scold myself and convince myself that I'd never be able to reach that high for such a great guy. I just knew the attraction was not mutual. But there wasn't anything stopping me but my self doubt...

Yes. Guy. He's a guy. A grown man, in fact. But I still couldn't get enough of his presence or the dreams and desires I knew I had for him. 

One other thing you should know about him: He's my English teacher.

So when I walked in the familiar corridor of the English department, first thing on a Monday morning, the June sunshine gleaming through the windows, paining my eyes as I strolled across the floor, my sneakers squeaking every step I took, my heart strings tugging harder every second I got closer to the English classroom. It was only half past eight in the morning, and knowing how nerdy the teachers were, they'd already be there. I was going in just to see if my homework was okay, if it was accurate. Well no, actually. It was an excuse to be alone with him. Here I go again. Thinking about him. 

I pushed open the door with my clammy palm and opened it to the familiar English classroom where I would spend every fifth period of every schoolday staring at my teacher. I looked round the classroom for him, shading the sun from my eyes, and my eyes eventually settled on the man which whom infatuated my mind constantly.

Mr Tomlinson gave me a bright smile when he realized it was me, which was never a bad thing, I thought. And yes. Everything he did directly to me, whether it was a smile, smirk, or sentence, it mattered to me. He looked spectacular today. He had his glasses on, which never was normally the case, placed just beneath his shiny chestnut hair which was styled today in a quirky cowlick, revealing his spotless skin. On his noticably long legs, his normal grey chinos hugged them tightly, secured with an expensive leather belt, ended with some modern Vans covering his feet. He was wearing the blazer which I liked. The black one, with the tiny thread of red piping the breast pocket. 

I grinned back, stunned by the way he looked, the way his features were so beautifully defined in the sunlight...

''Can I help you, Mr Malik?'' he asked me politely, his smile gradually sliding off his face, replaced with a curious frown. I cleared my throat, and looked away, blushing, aware I'd just been staring like an idiot at my own teacher.

Yes, I thought, he could really help me.

''Yeah, I was wondering about question six on the homework you assigned us yesterday, and I just want to check if I've got it accurate, was the Globe Theatre floor coated with chestnuts or walnut shells?'' I asked, trying not to blush, knowing I sounded stupid as I handed him my homework sheet.

Mr Tomlinson smiled warmly as his greyblue eyes scanned my sheet, seemingly unaware with how uneasy I felt about his feedback. I really wanted to know what he thought or my work and enthusiasm. Really, I was. He sighed happily, and looked up at me. ''You've got it all right, Mr Malik. Well done...'' he said, giving me back my sheet with a flourish. 

''Thank you Mr Tomlinson,'' I breathed, hastily taking the sheet off him and stuffing it messily into my schoolbag. 

''You're marks never fail to make me smile, Zayn.'' Mr Tomlinson said a matter of factly. My heart skipped up a few more paces than healthy. I made him smile?