(Zayn POV.)
I pulled away from the hug and smiled at Harry "are you hungry baby" I asked he nod I stood up and walked to the closet and put some sweats and a black t shirt on then walked to harry and grabbed his hand and pulled him gently downstairs to the kitchen. He followed me I let go of his hand and he went and sat on the kitchen stoll.
"so what do you want to eat my love" I asked "hmm how about some kisses" he said as he got up and walked to me and pushed me against the counter gently and wrapped his arm around my waist and smiled and kissed me softly. I smiled back and I jumped up onto the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He bite my lip asking for entrence I let him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and our tongues danced together. He pulled away and my lips were.numb
He looked at me biting his lip I stared at him and dirty thoughts came to my head and I didn't care "I wanted to fuck him so bad I wanted to push him on the table and make love bites all over his body I wanted to put my hood in this mouth and make him suck it" I thought to myself staring at him biting my lip "Zayn" he pulled me out of my thought I looked at him "yeah huh what" I said looking around blinking. "you were daydreaming" he said "no I don't daydream that's not me" I said "but you were just.... Nevermind" he said I felt so stupid.
He walked back to his seat and sat down. I jumped down and grabbed the pancake mix and began making pancakes. Harry was still watching me I could feel it. I sighed while I was making them when Harry came and stood next to me I looked at him. "need help" he said I wanted to have some fun so I put some pancake batter on my hand "yeah you can help me with this" I said as I smacked him softly with my hand that had batter on it. His eyes were closed and his mouth was opened he opened this eyes "oh baby it's on" he said as he grabbed some batter and threw it on me. I gaspped and laugh "i'm gonna kill you" I yelled playfully he stepped back as I grabbed the bowl of batter I smiled evil at him "no baby please" he said as he ran out of the kitchen. I ran after him but I lost him "Harry where are you babe" I asked looking around. I was looking around when something cold went down my back I turned around and harry had dumped batter down my back I smiled at him. "come here baby" I said with my arms out he walked into them I hugged him and looked at him and smiled and leaned in before our lips touched I dumped the batter over his head and stepped back and started laughing. "haha baby" I laughed.
"that's messed up babe" he laughed back "but babe you look more delicious" I said as I bite my lip "i do" he asked "oh yeah baby" I said as I licked my lips "maybe you should come find out" he said "maybe I will" I said as I walked to him slowly "I dare you" he said "i never break my dares so I guess I have to" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer and kissed his lips softly. " I could tell all his pain was disappearing but all the secrets were hidden in his scars and he wouldn't tell me I wanted to know why does he cut himself" I thought to myself.
I pulled away and licked his cheek and he smiled oh how I loved how he smiled. "we both need to go take a shower" I said smiling "yeah we do" he said "you go take one and i'll clean our mess up" I said as I kissed his cheek. He sighed "ok I'll take a quick one" he said as he pulled away and ran upstairs.
I cleaned the mess up then I walked upstairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed played with my fingers and looked down. "Is this what you want Zayn? Do you really love him? What are you gonna do he's your student you can't date your student it's not right do something about it" I thought to myself those questions were blowing up my mind.
I layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and put my hands over my face and closed my eyes. "what am I gonna do" I whispered to myself.
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