Three Way Relationship

8-That's just a Warning

Zayn's POV

I walked into Justin's school, demanding to see Mr. Garrett.

The office ladies were asking me to calm down, so I did and waited for this asshole of a teacher to show up.

A few minutes later, a middle aged man came into the office.

"I'm Mr. Garrett, what do you want?" He asked.

"What the fuck is your problem!?" I spat, not caring who heard.

"Excuse me?" He raised his brows.

"How dare you treat my boyfriend, Justin, like absolute dirt!" I growled, clenching my fist.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mr. Garrett rolled his eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Some students were beating him, and you think that it was his fault." I pointed a finger at him.

"It was his problem, and if you don't leave this school, I will call the police." Mr. Garrett spat.

I chuckled darkly, leaning closer so I could whisper, "I'm going to make sure you lose your job, and if you ever, ever talk about, or think my boyfriend is lower than you, think again, because I will fuck you up faster than dropping a coin. Consider this a warning, pig."

With that, I walked out of the office, hitting shoulders with Mr. Garrett forcibly.

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I walked into the flat, immediately tackled to the ground by Niall and Justin.

"Please tell me you didn't kill him?" Niall frowned.

I sighed, "I didn't lay a hand on him."

"Then what'd you do?" Justin mumbled, his face pressed against my chest while his arms refused to unwrap from my waist.

Niall had his arms wrapped around Justin and me, burying his face in my neck.

"I just threatened him a little. I didn't hurt him." I assured, sighing.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked.

I smiled, "Yeah..."

We stood up, walking towards the lounge and sitting down.

Justin sat on my lap, while Niall curled into my side with Justin's legs over his lap.

"So, are we all okay now?" I asked, referring to how we fought yesterday.

"Mhmm." Justin hummed, staring at the TV.

No one can mess with my boyfriends.

Niall's POV

There were a few knocks on the door, and sadly I had to get up to answer it.

Once I opened the door, I smiled at the boys standing there.

Liam, Louis and Harry.

"Long time, no see, Blondie." Louis winked.

I moved aside to let them in.

"What's up Zayn and Justin?" Harry smiled.

"Not much, you?" Zayn replied for the both of them.

The lads sat down on the couch and recliners.

I sat back down next to Zayn and Justin.

"You won't believe the bloody weather out there." Harry chuckled.

"I swear my toes froze." Louis added.

"I could see the ice on my windows." Liam smiled.

"What brings you lads here?" Zayn smiled.

"Dont you love us Zayn?" Louis faked heart break.

"No. Not really." Zayn smirked.

Louis gasped, "That hurt."

We all laughed.

"We came over because you two didn't show up at school." Louis said.

"Ah, we had some personal issues to deal with." I said, licking my lips.

"Zayn get his period again?" Liam chuckled.

"How'd you know?" Justin asked, earning laughs from the boys, and a glare from Zayn.

"Can we watch a movie?" Harry asked, bored of the laughter.

"How does It sound?" Zayn smirked.

"Is that the one with the killer clown?" Liam asked.

"Can't we watch a comedy?" Justin asked.

"I haven't seen It before." Louis pouted.

"Come on, its not that scary." I smiled at Justin.

"It's a Stephen King film. He like invented scary." Justin rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to watch it, but the lads really wanna." Zayn frowned.

"Fine." Justin sighed.

I got up and put the movie in the DVD player.

Louis went and got popcorn and some soft drink, along with some alcohol. 

I took a can of alcohol, sipping on.it as the movie began.

Harry shut the lights off and sat beside Louis.

Let the horror begin.

Justin's POV

I swallowed, starting to shake a bit when the clown on the movie smiled.

That smile completely turns me off of circus' and clowns.

I turned away from the movie, staring at everyone drinking alcohol.

Even Harry was drinking, and he was only a few months older than me.

I frowned.

I looked at Zayn, his eyes were glued on the screen.

So was Niall's. I began to get up.

"Where are you going?" Zayn whispered.

"I'm tired... I'm just going to have a quick nap." I lied with a smile.

Zayn nodded.

I walked behind the couch, tip-toed to the fridge, and grabbed three cans of Zayn and Niall's Jim Beam. I hid them under my shirt and ran to the bedroom. careful not to make a noise.

Well, if they won't let me drink, I'm gonna do it sneakily.

Author's Note; I might not be updating my stories for a couple of days, but hopefully I recharge my phone and can update tomorrow x hope u liked this chapter. vote, review?