Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Detention Pains

*Third Person POV*

Harry was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement. Most kids would be upset about going to detention, but not Harry. Especially when Zayn was there...

"Harry!" Josh shouted at him, "stop daydreaming! School's over."

Harry immediately jumped out of his seat and scurried out of the room.

"Hey! Where're you off to?!" Josh screamed, trailing behind.

"Detention!" Harry squealed, clutching his books to his chest.

"God your such a girl Harry!"

"Oh like you don't get gooey with Ash!" He retorted, smirking.

"That's different," Josh whined, digging the ball of his foot into the ground.

"Psht. Ya right," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well why are you so psyched to go to detention?" Josh cocked his hip to the side.

Harry blushed and looked down, suddenly embarrassed, "well...I just..."

He clamped his mouth shut, not knowing how to describe his feelings without coming across as stupid.

"I guess I'll just find out for myself," Josh smiled marching down the hall dutifully.

"What?! No! Ed! Your not aloud to come!" Harry shouted, the hair at the nape of his neck standing up.

He manuevered down the halls and planted his feet into the ground right in front of Josh. His nostrils flared and he looked up accusingly.

"Jeez Haz, I have a detention slip!" Josh waved the slip in the air.

"Oh... Sorry," Harry said guiltily.

"It's alright mate. Let's go," Josh said placing an arm around Harry's shoulders.

*Harry's POV*

The minute we stepped into Mr. Malik's classroom, Josh was already being scolded.

"Mr. Devine," Zayn nodded at him, taking his glasses of, "come here."

Josh slumped over to his desk and my cheeks burned at the memories of what happened yesterday.

"Your going to stay in this classroom until your finished writing this apology letter," Mr. Malik said, his expression hard as a rock.

"Fine," Josh snarled snatching the paper from Zayn's hands.

"And Mr. Styles," Zayn snickered tuning to me.

"Wh-what?!" I squeaked, shaking like a leaf.

"Come here and get your assignment," he smirked wider.

I gulped, 'what assignment?'

Mr. Malik handed me a piece paper with instructions messily written in black ink on the corner of the paper.

'Make me a list of favorite kinks ;),

Sincerely,

Mr. Malik'

When I looked up from the paper Zayn spoke, "Now Mr. Styles, that must be given to me before you leave."

"But-" he cut me off.

"No buts," Zayn wagged his finger at me.

I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to flip him off. A chuckle from the back of the room only made my frustration worsen.

"OH SHUT UP JOSHUA!" I screamed at him clenching the paper in my hand.

"Mr. Styles! I have a no yelling policy in this classroom. Now apologize!" He scolded me.