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

Ch. 9 - Uh...Zayn?

A/N: written on Liam's 23rd birthday. i love you Lima (ziam is another fave ship of mine. not as much as zarry, but, you know).

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Zayn's POV

It's kind of weird how our relationship progressed. It's like I think of him as a friend now, more than I think of him as a romantic interest or as a teacher.

On the first day of tutoring he drove me home and we were laughing about the dumbest things, as if he'd been my best friend for countless years.

It was weird how much my opinion had changed on him so quickly, but he was good company and I didn't mind talking to him.

So on the day of school after our tutoring session, I didn't have much trouble paying attention in his class. Sure I still found him ridiculously attractive and it wasn't the easiest thing ever to pay attention, but honestly, I was starting to get discouraged.

Did I really think that he even thought of me as a potential love interest? He's my teacher for god sakes. And the more I talked to him during the week, the more I realized how flirty he is with everybody.

I'm no different. All he has to do is flash a charming, dimpled half-smile and all the panties in the room would drop.

It was foolish and irrational of me to think that he would even consider throwing away his career, and his life for a 17 year-old he met a total of about four weeks ago.

And I was so wrapped up in his teacher that he had been ignoring one of the hottest guys in school.

Justin was trying and trying to no avail to get my attention and all I would do would brush him off and go on my search for Mr. Styles to try to spend more time with him.

Before Mr. Styles worked at the school, I probably would've jumped on Justin and he probably would've been my boyfriend by now.

So I decided I was gonna stop trying to get both my teacher and myself in trouble.

I was gonna stop ignoring Justin.

And more importantly, I was gonna stop ignoring Niall and Liam.

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Third Person POV

"Do you know how fucking annoying you are?"

Zayn asked, pushing Niall's face away from him when he hugged him from behind as they walked into the familiar soft blue and white colored walls in their school.

"Yes I do," he replied, "you tell me all the time," he says with a happy expression.

He stopped walking and turned around to stare at Niall's baby-face.

"...ok well now I feel bad."

Niall smirked and walks around the half-Pakistani boy.

"That was my intention." He replies smartly.

Zayn follows after the fake blond and pops him in the back of the head.

"Owww," Niall pouts while holding his head.

Zayn glances down at Niall's pouted lips and licks his own before rolling his eyes at himself.

He's 17 and horny, can you blame him?

"Where's Liam?" Zayn asks as they stop  by his locker.