Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Love Cravings

Song of the Chapter: Counting Stars by One Republic

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*Harry's POV*

"Louis!" I whined shoving his bare body off of me, "not again!"

"Bert Harreh," Louis mumbled against my clothed chest.

"You need to stop getting drunk," I shoved his face away, "go to Liam next time!"

"Thet's why mm here... he kicked me out. Again," Louis slurred.

"You know he doesn't like it when you get drunk."

"I know, but it tasted so goooooood," Louis fell on the floor giggling.

I whipped out my phone and got Liam on the line before shoving the phone at Louis, "Talk."

"Baybeh," Louis slurred into the phone, "Harreh doesn't want meh here."

"Pleaaaaaaaaseeeee let me come home," He begged, pouting.

"Thanks Li. I'll tell him bah bye," Louis hung up the phone and handed it back to me then asked, "can you drive me home?"

"Fine, but don't pull this shit on me again."

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"Thanks for driving him home," Liam said holding Louis up by the waist.

"No problem. See you at school tomorrow."

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Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. Feels like I'm going insane...

The lyrics to Lana Del Rey's Born to Die filled the room indicating it was time to wake up. It played three times before finally giving up and shutting itself off. Heavily, I pulled my body out of bed and to the shower.

The warm water cascaded down my body while the steam enveloped me. My eyes began to droop once again, but I forced myself awake. That damn Lou! Making me lose my precious hours of sleep. I kicked my body into overdrive and did my bathroom routine double time so as to not be late for school.

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Sleepily, my body drifted down the halls to my first period class. English. The teacher seems pretty cool...young...sexy. Lost in thought, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" I stumbled back and looked down at the little freshman.

"It's okay. I should've paid attention," the girl pushed up her glasses and scrambled to gather her books.

I bent down and picked up her Biology, Geometry, and English textbooks and handed them over.

"Do you need help with anything else?" I asked.

"No. Thanks for grabbing my books," she held them tightly to her chest.

"May I ask. What's your name?" She seemed a bit shy, maybe I can be her first new friend.

"Mary. Mary Shwebber," she extended her hand out shakily.

"My names Harry Styles," I slipped and firmly gripped her hand.

"Would you care to sit with my buddies and I today at lunch?" I offered.

"S-sure," she gulped.

"We sat at the table in the corner," I smiled cheekily at her.

"I'll find you. I've got to get to class. See ya," she waved then sprinted down the halls.

I glanced down at my watch and noticed that at this rate I would be late for class. My pace sped up, but the bell began to ring. Shit!