Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Eyes On You Eyes On Me

***WARNING: MATURE SCENES***

Song of the Chapter: Protecting Me by Aly & Aj

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*Harry's POV**1 Week Later*

The alarm buzzes and I smack it, falling off the couch. It's as though the wind has been knocked out of me. I'm still a bit tender. I groaned, staying layed out on my stomach.

Someone walked out into the living room and nudged my side with their toe. "Get up and shower." It was Louis and his sexy morning voice.

I lifted my porcelain face from the floor. My eyes were met with Liam pressing Louis against the wall in a heated kiss, both men in tight boxers. Louis's left hand was resting on his lover's neck while the other was entangled in his hair. Liam, on the other hand, had his right on Louis's lower back, pulling him closer, and his left hand down Lou's boxers, cupping his bum.

I groaned again, dramatically covering my face.

Louis jumped and wrapped his tan, toned legs around Liam's waist. "Back to bed. Now." He mumbled against Li's lips.

As they made their way to their bedroom, I shouted, "Where do you guys even find the stamina to do this on a daily basis?"

Their door slammed shut and Louis yelled, "Practice. Oh and that white stuff on the counter isn't yogurt."

I cringed and got up to head to the bathroom for a shower. There was a squeal and a smacking sound before I hurried and turned on the water full blast. No shame. I shook my head.

Louis came out last minute, Liam trailing close behind him. They both looked as energetic and clean as ever in their school uniforms. No sex hair or anything. Wow.

"You guys clean up nicely." I smirked.

"Practice." Louis winked at me as he plodded out of the house swaying his hips a bit too much.

Liam jogged ahead of me and smacked Lou's bum.

"Patience love." Louis wiggled his arse laughing before he pranced to the driver's seat.

Liam was like a begging puppy: stumbling and whimpering after what he wanted.

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About halfway through the day, I noticed all the eyes on me. Liam and Louis had been following me all day, making sure to stay "hidden" in the crowd so I wouldn't know they were there, but it wasn't just them watching me. Practically everyone who passed me in the hall was giving me the once over. It was probably the crutches and leg brace, which is hugging my right leg tight like a koala, that my fellow classmates were gazing at. The heated stares make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

I made my way into the boy's toilets, away from the crowds, where a wave of relaxation hit me. It was peaceful and quiet in here, as well as empty. I sighed, collapsing on the tile ledge of the far wall. After a few moments of silence, I began humming and thinking up ways to keep the stares off of me. My hand moved towards my leg brace. Maybe if I... I shook my head and whispered, "Stupid."

"Who's stupid?" A voice rang out.

My head snapped up at the sudden presence. "Zayn?"

"I'm hurt." He clutched his chest in mock pain. "It's rude to call people names ya know," he chuckled, walking towards one of the open stalls.

I shook my head vigorously, curls flying everywhere. "Not you silly. Me! I'm the stupid one." I giggled.

His raven colored hair popped out from the stall, his eyes following in suit. "You're not stupid."