Improvements - Larry and Ziam

Chapter 10 - Bathrooms and Roofs

Harry's POV

He had been teasing me almost beyond endurance. His hands poking and exploring where only I had been before. I rushed to the dirty bathroom and as I opened the door, I felt someone push me up against the grubby wall inside the room.

It was Louis and I was angry. I spun us round so he was pressed against the wall.

I could see the hunger in his eyes, it was so hot and I was in total control, so I decided I wanted him to hurt like I did, my hard on was really painful.

I pressed myself against him and he groaned quietly and bit his lip. Ahr, I wanted to take him right there. He looked so good, trapped by me, the nerd.

"You have no idea Lou, how much you want me and need me." I whispered into his ear. I licked his piercings and bit onto his earlobe. Then I blew cold air over the area, he couldn't help but shiver. He was shaking with want.

I ground up against him again and latched onto his neck. Searching, like I had read in books, for his 'sweet spot'. I sucked along his neck and jaw. The tanned skin and black tattoos glistening with sweat and saliva. Kissing and licking until just above his collar bone I found it. There was a sharp intake of breath and his hands found my waist and gripped tightly, almost bruising me.

I pulled his hands off my hips and locked them above his head with one of my larger hands. His eyes were going black again, pupils blown to the maximum, and I couldn't help but be turned on by it.

I pushed yet harder into him and he moaned more loudly. People walking past outside were probably disgusted by the sound but for me, it sent all the blood in my body down to my nether regions. I was shaking now and he was looking at my lips with longing in his eyes. Leaning in until our noses touched. But I wanted to tease him, not meet his needs, so as he drew closer I kissed his nose, jaw and then the side of his mouth before pulling away, smirking proudly at the mess of a boy I had created and winking at him before walking from the bathroom into the now busy corridor.

I locked myself in a supply cupboard for a few minutes to think about dying puppies. When I emerged it was time for next lesson.

Louis' POV

If this was the price I paid for teasing him I didn't know if I would do it again. On one hand it had been amazing, phenomenal even. He was so dominant even though I was sure he had never done anything like that before, it was natural talent. He had hit all the right places and had made me feel incredible. On the other hand he had left me with a little, well not so little, problem that now had to be taken care of. Yay, note the sarcasm.

I missed next lesson to deal with my 'problem' and headed outside to the iron gates for a well-earned fag. What surprised me most was when Zayn appeared next to me a minute later. I had never known him to miss a lesson. Not ever. His black hair shone in the sun and his golden eyes twinkled at me in a friendly fashion. I tell you, if I didn't want Harry so badly, Liam would have some competition on his hands. This guy could seriously model for Vogue, but then again, so could Harry.

"Come with me. There is somewhere a lot better for a smoke than these gates." He said before heading off back into the dark school.

I followed him into the hallway, now empty as everyone else was in their next lesson. We climbed three flights of stairs before emerging onto the school roof.

You could see most of Bradford from up here and I loved it. The whole city was laid out before me and I felt like I was on top of the world. It was warm in the sun with a slight breeze playing on my skin and I knew I would never go to the front gates for a fag ever again. Not in a million years.

I pulled a new packet of cigarettes from my jean pocket and offered one to Zayn, who deepening my surprise further, accepted gratefully.

We lit up together and dragged deeply on our cigarettes. He didn't cough or splutter, his eyes didn't even water and he seemed to relax. I wondered how long he had been smoking for. It had to be a while to manage it like this.

"How long have you done this for?" I asked, gesturing at the fags in our hands.

"About two years." He said.

"Two years!" I exclaimed. "But you were a nerd, a goody two shoes. I swear you had never drank alcohol before last night."

"You are right about the alcohol." He said whilst laughing," But smoking is my guilty secret pleasure. It just helps me to relax with exams and family stuff." He concluded.

I sat down on the roof and stared out over the city. I had never tried to talk to Zayn. Before last night I hadn't even known his name. But now I saw how cool this boy was, I was just disappointed that I had never looked past his geeky exterior before. He was truly one of the best people to smoke with.

We just sat in silence. Finishing off our cigarettes. "How's Liam?" I asked finally.

"Good." He replied. "Actually more than good, great." He said, his eyes had lit up at the mention of Liam, he looked like a love struck teenage girl.

"He likes you a lot." I told him. "Don't break his heart."

Zayn snorted," Do I look like someone who would break someone's heart?" He asked.

"With your current look, yes, very much so." I told him.

He looked down at his clothes and his mouth formed an o shape.

"I love the new look by the way, yours and Harry's" He looked pleased at these words and blushed.

"Do you like Harry?" He asked suddenly catching me off guard. "NO!" I exclaimed, "Well yes, maybe, uhr I don't know." I groaned. He smirked more at this.

"Well you should know he likes you too." He told me and I felt a warm feeling inside which had nothing to do with my fag.

After a while, he started blowing out smoke rings, which I then promptly demanded he teach me how to do. Twenty minutes later, I still hadn't got the hang of it, it didn't help that Zayn was rolling around with laughter at the faces I was making in concentration.

We left the gloriously sunny roof after this and headed to our next lessons. I slipped in late and took my uncomfortable seat next to a mad looking Liam without saying sorry to my teacher.

"Where were you?!" He whispered angrily. "Having a fag." I whispered back whilst rolling my eyes. He didn't need to know about the roof. That would be mine and Zayn's secret for now.

Liam groaned. "Now I want a smoke." He said. I sniggered before being told off by my teacher, I just shrugged at her and continued to not pay attention, talk to Liam, text Zayn and dream about Harry. His emerald eyes and chocolaty brown curls, his deep dimples and ridiculously long legs that I just wanted to run my hands up.  I couldn't wait to get another intimate moment with Harry and I spent the rest of the lesson imagining what could have happened in that bathroom if he hadn't pulled away.

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