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

Ch. 16 - Together.

A/N: i'm a slut for Zouiam. And Zarriam. And Zourry. And Zarriall. Just yessssss. Anyway, I hope you like it (I obviously like Zayn ships very much).

Btw: my last chapter was just marked mature and idrk what that means besides the fact that Wattpad realized there was smut in it, but I think some other authors said that you guys have to be following me to read it (?).
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Third Person P.O.V

By now, Zayn was shaking and his palms were turning sweaty because fuck.

He didn't think this through. Why'd he even bring up the dream? Why'd he bring up any of that stuff? This was his teacher he was talking to, the fuck was he thinking?

Zayn didn't know what the fuck to do. Should he laugh it off? Or just blatantly lie and say no? He couldn't just sit here silently because that wasn't helping his case.

But he couldn't laugh it off. This was no where near funny to him and even if it was to save his ass a load of embarrassment later, he couldn't fucking laugh.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear his name being called.

"Zayn? Zayn!"

He blinked and looked up to meet the emerald green orbs that still haunted his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes, whether it was a fraction of a second to blink, or when he fell into a well deserved slumber after an exhausting day, it was always the same unique color that filled his mind. Most of the time he couldn't even see the color in the form of eyes. It was weird. Things would just turn that green color. He'd close his eyes and dream of a big open field with multitudinous colors of wild flowers, and soon everything (including the blue sky) would turn green.

It was scary and beautiful at the same time, but he could barely get any sleep because his 'sleep' just felt like he was thinking for an extended period of time.

"Zayn? Are you ok? We don't have to talk about this anymore if you don't want to."

Zayn almost got on his knees and thanked him because he couldn't find it in his heart to lie to the other man and say no, his dream most definitely was not about him, when it was.

But Zayn just nods and he thanks whatever is in the sky above that it was Friday because he wouldn't have to be in a room (more so a house) alone with his crush for a few more days.

"C-can we just get back to what we were doing before, please?"

Harry nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah," he starts. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Zee. It's ok if the dream was about me. No biggie. I know how hormonal the teenage mind can be and--"

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom," Zayn interrupts while standing up quickly. He winces as his sound makes a gross screeching sound as it flies away from the table, his face beet red.

Harry hums and looks down at the work.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't dooo," he sing-songs.

Zayn makes an incredulous face at him and he sputters a bit before groaning and walking quickly away to go to the bathroom.

As soon as Harry hears the door close, he snaps his head around to make sure there's no sign of Zayn, before his lets out a big puff of air.