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

Ch. 12 - Want Me To Show You?

A/N: i saw a recent picture of zayn and damn, baby got back. got thick ahh thighs too :PPPP

So this story is officially 2014 Zayn with his 2016 ass.

A CHAPTER I POSTED THREE DAYS AGO ALREADY HAS MORE THAN A HUNDRED READS IM LITERALLY CRYING AND I KNOW THIS ISN'T MUCH FOR SOME PEOPLE BUT I'M SO HAPPY MAN.
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Third Person POV

Zayn has never felt so attacked in his life. Initially, when Zayn first saw the style Harry's hair was in, it didn't bother him much. Nope. It's just hair. Sure it was a man bun and man buns are hot but he didn't really think anything of it.

But the more he was just sitting on his teacher's desk--being elevated enough that Harry's face was level with his chest--he couldn't help but stare at his hair. And he couldn't help but appreciate the tiny little unruly curls that would bounce out of the hair tie that made the whole thing look effortless. And he couldn't help but wonder about...dirty things.

Dirty, nasty things that shouldn't even have crossed his mind, let alone stay in his mind for as long as they did.

He thought about what it would look like if Harry was bent over him.

Sweating, and panting and his long chocolate curls were sticking to his neck and forehead and, frustratedly he ties his hair up with while long fingers (that were just deep inside something/someone else) are getting stuck in the tangles before he successfully gets his hair up so he can continue what he was doing with his hips religiously for the past 25 minutes and--

By this point, Zayn's face is ridiculously red and he's grabbing at the table and he just needs to get out of here because what the fuck was that.

And he looks down and Harry's eating with a smirk on his face and he knows. Zayn knows he knows what the smaller boy was thinking about.

So he jumps down off of the table and he walks to go get his book bag from where left it when he walked in here dramatically as always.

"Aww," he hears Harry whine, "leaving already, Zee?"

Zayn rolls his eyes and his face flushes again but even more, because in his daydream, he was the one doing all the whining.

"Yes I'm leaving. Lunch is almost over, I gotta get to class, and you have a class to teach." He states in matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"Plus," he continues, "if I leave now I'll have time to finish the homework I forgot to do."

Harry snorts. "Why didn't you do that when you got here, or last night, like a good child?"

Zayn whips his head around at the word 'child' and his face turns up as if Harry just called him a whore.

"FIRST of all," Zayn starts, "I'm not a--" Zayn fake gags, "child, second of all, I guess I'm sorry that I didn't come in here and IGNORE YOU just to do my HOMEWORK, and third, I was busy last night."

Harry just rolls his eyes at everything Zayn says and just asks,

"What could a seventeen year old child be doing on a Thursday night? Wanking?" He laughs.

Zayn's face scrunches up at the word child, but he quickly fixes it when we realized that he can turn this conversation to be in his favor.

So he plasters a faux-confused look on his face, and he looks at Harry.

"Why would I be wanking when I have Justin?" He asks with furrowed eyebrows.