Mr. Malik: The Physics teacher

Chapter 6

Hehehe, I have Harry's POV for once! This should be interesting!!

Harry's POV:

Waking up in the morning is not one of my favorite things to do. I mean, who would want to abandon that cozy, inviting and comforting bed that lies in the middle of their room? NO ONE!

But I had to get out of the bed. Come on! I have a job to do, money to earn. Natalie hasn't called me in days and I'm starting to give up. Maybe I should just move on.

I checked my watch to make sure I was in time.

7:01 am Huh, not too bad, Styles! I walked straight into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Exactly 10 minutes later, I walked out into my closet. I pulled out a white shirt with dark brown pants and put them on. Then I walked into my kitchen and made me some pancakes. After scarfing 6 of them down, I texted Zayn. He was supposed to give me a ride to the school today; we carpool every day. I grabbed my mug of tea and filled it up. Then I gathered my stuff for school and walked into the bathroom to fix my hair.

I checked my phone once again, but there was no reply from Zayn. What the hell is he doing?

I called his cellphone. It rang 4 times before a female answered.

"hhello??"

"Hand it over to Zayn!" I demanded.

I heard shuffling on the other side. The female uttered something and Zayn's voice came up.

"Hey mate! Vas happenin?"

"You tell me, Zayn. I've been waiting for you to show up for the last 15 minutes. Where are you?"

I heard kissing noises in the background and I mentally gagged.

"Listen to me, Zayn. Now is not the time to be sucking faces. We have to get to school in 30 minutes."

The noises stopped. "Shit! Harry I completely forgot! Can you cover for me?"

"No I'm not, Zayn! Get your act together! I'll meet you at the school in 15."

With that being said I hung up and grabbed the keys to my car. The school isn't far from my place; just a 10 minute drive. I pulled into the parking space and shut off the car. I looked around but zayn was nowhere to be seen. I called him again and this time he answered.

"Hey man. I'm just pulling in."

I saw his black Porsche pull in and relief crossed my face. Seriously, one day he was going to get fired for this "lateness".

He got out of the car and made his way towards mine.

"What's up, mate?" His thick Bradford accent sounded in my ears.

I looked at him, completely pissed.

"Look, mate. You need to sober up. Jessica is long gone. You can't be brooding over her all your life. She didn't deserve you. It was her loss, not yours!"

He looked at me with a poker face which was turning into the angry one I'd known long before. He punched his hand on the bonnet of car.

"Watch it, Zayn! It's my car dude!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I just don't know why I keep thinking over everything. I know we came here for a change but she doesn't really go away, does she?" He laughs bitterly.

I put my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Let's go, Zayn."

We walk towards the school building. The schools in America are very different from the ones back in England. I remember the first time I came here, I was fascinated with the whole school. The school actually has color in it, if you know what I mean. No stony edges, no dark, broody shades. Everything is light and open. They actually have an elevator inside the premises. I loved it, from the very beginning.