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

Ch. 4 - Woah

A/N: Hmm... Justin what are you doing here?

(Be a Doll and Read the Author's Note at the End of the Chapter )
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Zayn's POV

Last period finally rolled around and I was dying. Literally.

I've been sitting in this seat for half an hour, listening to some baboon drone on about algebra.

I took out my sketchbook only to see the page where I drew Mr. Styles, causing my face to flush furiously. The girl next to me asked if I was ok and I promptly replied with an "I guess", because the truth is, I'm scared shitless.

Not only was I becoming sexually involved with a teacher (a very, very hot teacher), but I was being very...submissive, for lack of a better word. Usually, I'm the guy people walk 10 feet around when I walk down the hallway, but when I saw Mr. Styles in the hallway, something came over me.

He radiated authority and dominance and it turned me on just as much as it scared me. And he made these little remarks all day that I literally couldn't stop thinking about. Why would your teacher flirt with you?

Not that I'm complaining but I'm gonna have some issues paying attention in his class from now on.

As my thoughts ran around in my head I didn't realize that a kid walked into the classroom like 35 minutes late. I looked up and realized I'd never seen him before.

But the teacher simply glanced to the left towards where he was standing and she rolled her eyes before murmuring "take a seat, Justin".

He looked up and our eyes met.

Damn. Like hot damn. Like... Damn.

We kept our eyes locked and he walked toward me before he looked at the girl next to me and narrowed his eyes at her. She responded by rolling her eyes and sitting next to a girl in the front if the classroom.

He sat down in her desk and I just looked down at mine, chuckling to myself quietly.

I glanced at him and saw him writing on a piece of paper.

I looked up and decided to listen to Ms. Baboon preach about her math fetish.

I was actually about to learn something when I felt something hit my arm.

I looked and saw it was a folded piece of paper.

I opened it.

You have a really cute laugh

- J

I smiled and looked at him only to find him looking at the teacher with his arms folded as he laid back in the chair.

That football jersey fit him really nicely.

He glanced at me and looked back at the teacher in front of him, a smirk dancing on his lips as he licked them, and he turned his head to me slowly and winked.

Again, damn.

I just bit my lip, before turning around and putting my fingers up in the 'bathroom' signal. The teacher turned around and made a weird motion with her hand that I'm gonna assume meant 'go'.

I got up and my desk jostled a bit. I groaned and looked at the floor before I bent over to pick up my pen that dropped.

I smirked to myself before mentally thanking myself that I wore tight jeans today. The look on Justin's face was priceless.

Just for good measure, I swayed my hips more when I walked towards the door.

I opened it and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. I passed by a door and heard laughing.