Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Grief

Song of the Chapter: Cuckoo by Adam Lambert

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*Liam's POV*

I sighed as I walked into Louis' and I's flat. Today was quite a day. I dropped my keys and school bag by the door, then proceeded to the couch, where Harry and Louis were sitting.

"Hey babe. How was school?" Louis asked, hopping up from the couch to greet his boyfriend.

"Boring," I stated, leaning my cheek into Louis' kiss, "as always," we said in unison, causing us to break into a fit of giggles.

"Mr. Malik did stop me after class though."

Harry's curly head snapped up, "Zayn?" He murmered groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Shush Harry. You need to sleep and Liam's talking," Louis chided him, cocking his hip to the side as he crossed his arms.

"As you were saying love." Louis looked up at me like I was god.

"Well Mr. Malik stopped me at the end of class and wouldn't let me leave until I answered his questions. So I-" Louis cut me off.

"That prick," he grumbled under his breath.

"Save your comments 'till the end please," I retorted, annoyed at the disruption.

"As I was saying," I huffed, "I basically told him there was no reason that I had to stay so the next time I tried to leave, he threatened me." Louis' teeth clenched. "Obviously, I gave in and answered his questions, which were all about Harry by the way. After that he apologized for threatening me. He must've been worried about him for some reason."

When I had finished, Louis looked as if he was going to bust a nut.

"You can speak now," I relieved him of his inability to talk.

Louis immediately launched into a venting session. "Where the fuck does that douchebag come off threatning my LiLi?! That is inexcuseable! I should report him to the principle. And it's just fucking creepy that he was asking about Harry. Like ew can you not?! He doesn't fucking own him! He's his student! Mr. Malik shouldn't even be poking his nose into Harry's personal life. I mean it's not like they're dating or anything. That'd be gross."

"Calm down Lou," I said, patting his shoulder, "he was just concerned and didn't know how to handle it."

"Don't defend him," Louis spat.

He turned away from me with haughtiness, then he strut back to the couch, swaying his hips too much just so he could tempt me with his delectable ass. What? Did he want me beg on my knees for it?

I gulped and followed him, "It'll be okay. Just breathe."

"Don't tell me to breathe," he snapped, turning to face me from his position on the couch, "and yes, things will be alright because starting tomorrow I'm going to give that motherfucker so much grief, he won't be able to keep his calm."

I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh crap. I got him all wound up. He's not going to stop now.

"But Lou," Harry whined from the opposite side of the couch,"Don't upset him."

I looked over at him, a bit shocked. I had honestly forgotten that he was there.

"What is going on here?!" Louis asked dumbfounded, throwing his hands in the air.

He jumped up from the couch and tread to our room at the end of the hall, where he walked inside, slamming the door, causing the flat to quake.

"Wow." I blew out a breath and fell onto the couch.