Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Glory and Gore

A/N: I'm one the edge of my seat bc smut soon ;)

P.S. THX for 1K

Song of the Chapter: Too Beautiful by He Is We

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*Harry's POV*

The whole ride home, my mind was buzzing with the thrill of the kiss. Maybe my secret wish would come true. Dating the English teacher. It sounded so rebellious and riveting. I loved it.

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Taking all precautions necessary to ensure my safety, I slipped off my shoes and tip toed into my house, making sure to close the door softly. There couldn't be another incident like last night. My skull couldn't take that kind of trauma so often.

Luckily for me, I swiftly passed my mother without waking her from her drunken rest. Once in my bedroom, I slid off my bulky clothing and stared down at my frail, scarred body. No one will ever think this disaster is beautiful... I thought, clutching my non-existant pudge. I sighed, turning away from my mirror of judgement. Time for some cleanliness. Before stepping into the shower, I unwrapped my forearm that was littered with the red cuts from the days of pain in my recent past.

The scalding water cascaded down my body. The pain brought with the purity was greatly welcomed by battered body. My forehead stung where it had been hit the night before. It was positively a miracle that Zayn hadn't noticed the black eye and goose egg. My makeup skills must be better than I thought.

I chuckled dryly. It's a miracle he noticed the clothes... Yet there was still that nasty voice lurking in my head whispering to me that he was too close to finding out my insecurities, and that couldn't happen. With the demon's voice in mind I thought: I'm crazy...or possessed...or something... Normal people don't live like this... Don't think like this... It's abnormal...

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Tick. Tick. Tick. And the clock drags on... Always ticking... the sound of life elapsing, second by, second. Before we know it... We'll all be gone.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

This period is officially over. New classroom, new clock, same time. And the day droned on until I reached Mr. Malik's class of course. I'll be honest though, and admit that I was daydreaming until the man him self waltzed over to me, smacking his hands on my desk. I flinched at the sudden noise. My big mistake was looking into is hypnotic, chocolate swirls of eyes.

"Mr. Styles I do not take kindly to being ignored in my own classroom, nor the fact that you were day dreaming," he said roughly, but there was a hint of amusement there.

So I played along, "Sorry sir. It's just that there's this...person that captivates me more than this class."

I shrugged matter-of-factly then noticeably glanced at the clock. I yawned, playing it up a tinch to much.

"Mr. Styles," he paused syllabically, "that earns you a detention, now I suggest you stop unless you want another."

His tone of voice made mini Styles grow excited, "Damn it. I just keep getting into trouble," I shook my head, smirking slightly.

The class was dead silent, all eyes on us. I challenged Zayn with my eyes.

"Now. Back to class shall we?" He said breathlessly, fixing his vest.

I leaned back in my chair, rocking back and forth, seductively biting my lip. Zayn kept clearing his throat and coughing, completely disheveled. My effect over him gave me some sort of unnamed power, only felt with him.