A/N: WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT ;)))))
SORRY FOR THE WAIT LOVELIESS.
The 'M' pillow stands for Malik.
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Third Person POV
After Zayn stopped teasing Mr. Styles about believing that he was crying over him yelling at the boy, they actually got to work.
He started helping Zayn to understand how prefixes in words we use today can help us to learn dead languages like Latin.
To be honest, his grade had gone up a while ago, but he just really enjoyed spending time with his teacher. He's a good friend. Yeah.
Before he dropped the off we played Fifa on his PlayStation and he cheated his ass off before denying it. He'd kick Zayn's legs and nudge him so he'd fuck up. Zayn would kick him back ten times as hard. There were a few awkward moments where the game would end and in their attempt to sabotage each other, they'd end up virtually on top of one another. Zayn would end up blushing, apologizing profusely for allowing himself to be all on Harry like that, and Harry would just move away like Zayn was, and silently nod in acceptance of the smaller boy's endless apologies.
When Zayn got home, he took off his shoes by the door and walked through the door to the living room, putting his hand in the air and letting his fingers brush past the flowers pinned above the doorway.
He walked through the living room to the kitchen, seeing his dad cooking.
"Hey baba."
His dad jumps and his head swivels around as he looks at Zayn with wide eyes, before he closes them and visibly relaxes.
"Oh jeez, you scared me."
Zayn laughs softly, "Sorry."
"You're almost never here anymore, I'm surprised to see you."
Zayn's heart broke a little. "Awww, don't say that. I just have tutoring. You agreed to it."
"Yeah well you're the one who got a 56."
"I DIDN'T EVEN--nevermind." Zayn forgets that his dad doesn't know that Harry fucked with his grade, and now that he's friends with him, he doesn't want to get him in trouble.
Yasir looks confused, but he laughs anyway at Zayn's outburst.
"What're you making?" Zayn asks curiously, looking over the man's shoulder.
"Coconut curried shrimp," his dad hums.
Zayn moans out loud.
"Ew," Yasir scowls at him. "None for you."
Zayn rolls his eyes. "I wasn't gonna eat any anyway," he states, sticking out his tongue.
"Uh huh." Yasir mumbles.
Zayn walks out of the kitchen with his bag slung on his shoulder.
He walks up the stairs and past two empty rooms with closed, locked doors, before he goes into his own.
He closes the door behind him and sighs before falling face down onto his bed.
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Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)
Fanfictionthis fic is old and my writing style was so much worse and i cannot even go back to edit it because when i try to read it i cringe so hard, read at your own risk. i might remake this whole fic so it's written better and more realistically.
