Love Like A Drug-Zarry(BoyXBoy)

Chapter 3

Harry POV

I can't see much, my vision is impaired, everything is so blurry. I guess I am really drunk.

I took a sip of the liquid in the red solo cup, the warm liquid instantly burning my throat with a kick of spice.

"Hey, Harry" A girl who seems to have pink or blonde hair says, I can't tell.

"I'm really, really, really, hôrny right now" She giggles, and before I know it, I'm on a bed naked, and the girl from before is straddling me, riding me like a pony.

My vision begins to clear up slowly, and realize that the girl before me, is someone who should definitely not be doing what's she's doing with me.

"Oh no" I whisper to myself, trying to yell it loud, but it's all I could get out.

"Oh no? But we are already doing this. Besides, we've done this many times before" she smirked at me, then nibbled my ear.

I groaned pushing her away. "No, this is wrong, I broke it off before, for a reason. Please, you're drunk, you don't really want to do this" I plead, slowly sliding her off of my member.

"Fine, but just realize what you're missing out on. Just because I'm someone's girlfriend, you dumped me. Because you are too lazy to fight for m-" She puked, all over the bed, and my feet.

"Damn, how do you manage to be so sexy, yet so.... Annoying" I groaned standing up and walking into the bathroom to clean myself up.

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Third POV

"Mr. Malik, please take a seat next to your...child" The principal said notioning his left hand towards the empty seat next to Amy.

Zayn looked over at the unrecognizable boy. "Who is he?" He asked with venom shown as clear as a crystal.

"This is, Edward Styles" Zayn's head snapped, for that name was familiar, so familiar he wondered how he could forget where he remembers it.

The principal pager rang.

"Hello?"

"Sir, the guardian of Edward is here" The woman on the other side of line replied.

"Send him in please"

"Right away sir" She said sounding slightly scared, it reminded Zayn of the effect he had on "Diana", the woman whom works the front desk at his office.

The door knob made a slow creaking noise.

Zayn turned around and saw a tall, handsome, green eyed, curly haired, man.

"Mr. Styles, lovely seeing you again. Please, take a seat next to Edward" The principal said with a smile, once again notioning his hand towards an empty seat.

"If you don't know why I've called you here, let me explain. Your children have been caught in many fights over the past four years. And today, they had one between each other, which started a riot. And seeing how the two of them, no matter what punishment, still choose to fight with other students. I think it's time we set a different kind of punishment. One that will mark their memory permanently."

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Harry asked with his hands folded and complete concern plastered on his face.

" I firmly believe, and just hear me out, that the kids will have spend time together working at the booth for the carnival for the rest of the year, and the two of you, will have to set up the school dances, that go on, throughout the year."
He says with a smile.

"There's no way, I have things to do, I have a job-" Zayn began, but was briefly cut off by Harry.

"I agree, listen George, you know that we are living on food stamps, I hardly make enough to be considered a living. I can't afford to do this"

The principal sighed "Well, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but if you don't agree to this, the school board has decided to expel them, and it would go on their record"

"You've got to be joking, I can't believe this its absolute bullsh-" Zayn was once again interrupted by Harry.

"- We'll do it. Please, you know that I've worked so hard just to get him into this private school, I want him to have the best education"

Zayn stared at Harry in awe.

Interrupt me again, see what happens Styles. Zayn thought to himself.

"Mr. Malik?" The principal looked at him with a stupid smile.

"Fine...fine, we'll do it" Zayn said obviously upset.

"What?!?" Amy said with disbelief. She never thought her father would put her in front of his job, priorities wise.

"Alright, it's settled. You will begin this Friday for the back to school dance, which will be two weeks from now. And as for your delinquents, you start this Friday- Sunday, at the lemonade booth. Six o'clock, no later" The principal said smiling cheerily.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Malik-"

"Likewise" Zayn replied, cutting him off, for the little patience he had was ticking away as time passes by.

"Well, you may take your kids home. They must get started on their ideas for design of the booth-" The principal began.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We have to build a booth? I mean, okay sure put me with the last person I want to be around, but make me spend time other than the time I have to spend at the carnival, is just cruel." Amy said, imagining herself as Reese Witherspoon in "Legally Blonde".

"I frankly don't care, you have to go with your punishment, or else...well, you know" he said in a tone which pissed Amy off incredibly.

"Fine, whatever"

They got up and left the office.
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Harry POV

I rushed after Mr. Malik.

"Hey! Mr.Malik, slow down, I'd like to discuss something" I said panting a bit.

He stopped where he was walking to turn to me. Damn, he's quite attractive, I admit, but there's just something about him, that's just so familiar.

"What would you like to discuss Mr.Styles?" He asked me.

"Um... I'd like to discuss the plans for the school dance, maybe after a cup of coffee? Tomorrow?"I asked

He chuckled "Of course, but I'll have to make sure I have no meetings that day, don't be surprised if last minute I have to cancel." He said sounding like kind of an asshole.

I scoffed "Well, if you do, don't be surprised if your daughter comes home crying because she got expelled because you're not playing your part" I said with a cocky smile, proud of the comeback I just made.

He pursed his lips together "You better hope that doesn't happen, because you said before, you are living on food stamps, I'm sure that I can make arrangements that you'll never see food or a roof above your head again"

"So a cup of coffee tomorrow at 11 am?" I said getting back to the original subject.

He looked me up and down, thinking carefully of the words that were to come out of his perfectly symmetrical lips.

"Yes, but that's my lunch break, try not to be late" He said looking at his phone.

"I'll try, but I'm not good at making promises" I replied walking towards my car, with Edward at my side.

"We have a lot to discuss when we get home." I said to him sternly.