One Direction One Shots (boyxboy)

Wrong {Ziam}

Zayn Malik. 17 years old. High school student: Junior. Well liked by his friends. Hated by everyone else. Very popular solely based on the fact he likes to bully weaker students. His face is littered with piercings. He also has tattoos down both arms, across his chest, and up his neck. They all have special meanings to him. Every single one. He'll never tell you, though. Just like he'll never tell you that he is infatuated with his English teacher.

Liam Payne. 24 years old. High school teacher: English. Most of his female students want to f-ck him. Most of his male students are jealous because the girls want to f-ck him. Oh what a shame it would be if they found out he was gay.

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**Zayn's POV**

"Nah, man. I can't skip today. If I miss another lesson, Payne will have my head." I says to my friends. They respond back with 'alright's and 'okay's. I turn and walk to my English class. My teacher, Mr. Payne is f-cking gorgeous.

I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but I'd definitely let that guy bend me over and f-ck me all night long.

Okay maybe I'm a little gay. But only for him.

"Good afternoon, class." He speaks! I watch as his perfect lips form each word. "Since the theatre classes are out on their fields trip, we're going to do something easy today. Would someone like to pass out paper for me?" Mr. Payne asks. Almost every single girl in the class room raises her hand.

Sluts.

Mr. Payne picks on my and she squeals. She f-cking squeals. As if I couldn't hate someone people any more. After the b-tch hands papers to everyone, she finally sits back down. I focus my attention back my the beautiful man at the front of the room.

"Okay now that everyone has-"

"Uh, Mr. Payne? This looks like a test." Says some f-cker who decided to cut off most handsome man in the universe.

"Yes, it does. That's because it is. And before you all freak out, it's not a real test; it won't count to your average. It's just a little... personality test." Mr. Payne looks around. His eyes meet with mine for half a second. I almost pass out from how perfect he is. He sighs. "Alright, it's something the school psychologist and the guidance councilors want every teacher to give their students. Honestly, I don't care if you lie on it. Just know that if you are having a problem, it's never too late to get help. Hand them in to me when you're done." He walks to his desk and sits.

I start working on my 'test'. I guess on every question that takes longer then thirty seconds to think about. I'm pretty sure I'm the last one to finish. I almost groan out loud when I flip it over and there are more questions on the back.

A
B
C
D
C
B
A

There. I'm done. I stand up and walk over to Mr. Payne's desk. He looks up at me with his chocolate brown eyes and I think my heart stops. He is pure perfection.

"Finished?" Mr. Payne asks me. I nod with a kind smile on my lips. He is one of the few people I smile for at this school. I hand him the paper. "I just have to look it over before you sit down. Gotta make sure you answered all of the questions." He sighs. I look over his face, analyzing the way his eyes scan across the paper, the way his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. I notice he glances at me then looks back at the paper.

"Is there something wrong?" I question.

"Um... why don't you come see me after school? The period is almost over and I don't want you to be late for your next class." As if on cue the bell rings. "Have a nice weekend, everyone. Remember your reports are due on Wednesday."