You know when you feel like something bads gunna happen and then you think of someone and you automatically feel 100x better.
Like when your scared and you think about good things your body calms down and you feel better? why do we feel like that?
Why does something not real scare us so bad? And why does something real make us feel so great?
Why is that we get scared about things that we have no control over?
And why do certain people make us feel like we are so special?
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"Are you ready for school?" my dad asks as he hands me my back pack. I'm still kind of sore from the hospital only getting out a day ago but they kicked me out, not really but I mean it's not like I could stay there although if I could rent a room it's probably where I would most Likely like to be.
"Ready as I'll ever be" I said dragging my backpack to the car with the rest of my body. something about today just has me feeling really down. most days I don't want to go to school, normal, but I really just don't want to go today, I have this weird feeling in my stomach that something is going to happen and it's going to suck.
The ride to school was silent only soft country music playing in the background. something about Blake Sheltons voice turns my dad on in the most straight way a guy could make another guy horny.
"Behave please" is all he says before pulling of to get to work before he's late.
"Yea don't I always..." I say not much getting heard from his loud engine anyways.
"Hello harry" Mrs. Rose said as she picked me up from the front office like she did everyday. I know she was trying not to ask about what had happen over the weekend but her efforts where showing and I could seem to focus on her face as she tried to smile at me.
"Morning Mrs. Rose" and she takes my hand as if we are eloped. stupid Bitch. we continue walking down the hall and I feel a pain in my shoulder but don't realize it till I hear Mrs. Rose yelling that it was some ignorant kid who pushed me
"....Who cares about him anyways! he's a loser" nick. what's he know about being cool? kids probably got a simple hand Job from his sisters best friend but i won't tell.
"Apologize to harry right now!"
"Fine! I'm sorry harry.... sorry that your suicide didn't go as planed!"
'Hit him harry' and I wouldn't usually listen to this voice that is random -yea right- but I mean hey it's gotten me this far so why not right? let's give it a... swing.
And exactly that I did.. I didn't realize I had punched nick till I felt the weight of Mrs. Rose leave my arm as she frantically yells down the hall for the nurses help.
"You little cunt you better run fag!" and who am I to not listen. I ran down the hall and I could hear the laughter and the pain in my head wasn't helping all of the running to well. I didn't know where I was going or where I wanted to go but I just leg my feet run till I got to where I was meant to be.
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" Mr. Malik someone is here to see you"
Veronica said exciting my office with a smile and a nod on response by myself, I mumbled a 'let them in' and she left. it was probably Liam bringing me lunch since I had forgot to pack anything with me today. I had a pretty busy morning and I didn't have any calls today seeing as I won't be seeing harry for the next week. his father demand that he stay home and rest and catch up in school which I wasn't agents seeing as he probably didn't want to see me anyways, the day at the hospital still replaying in my head, I was debating on if it was even a good idea to mention a marriage to harry, he's young and wouldn't understand.There was a nock and I yelled for them to enter, what I wasn't expecting was to see harry panting and a bit sweaty at 12:34 in the afternoon. thought he was at school?
Wait why isn't he at school?
"I-harry what are you doing here"
"Fuck me" I cough
"Excuse me?"
"I said fuck me" he said coming to me and sitting on my desk in front of me. he had a smirk on his face and I could tell something was off this was all to odd for me.
"Fuck me like you fuck Liam! lay me down and slam into me hand and fast! Im better than Liam I promise, I'm smaller and tighter and I won't scream only if you want me to" he pants letting his hands roam my chest
"What- harry no I can't" but before I could finish he was ripping his cloths off and was sat in front of me on my desk fully exposed and ready... oh he was ready..
"Go on stretch me" he said and for some reason I couldn't stop myself even If I'm engaged this felt so right. I got down on my knees and attached my tongue to his hole slowly pulling in and out as he moaned my name
"Zayn.... zayn.... zayn hello!"
I look up to see Veronica at my door. I look around frantically and she speaks again
"Your fianće is here to see you" what?
"Okay... sent him in... I guess... wait where is harry?" I say more as a question to myself
"You won't be seeing harry for another week Doctor Malik" she leaves after stating that
What is going on? wasn't harry just... or maybe he wasn't? he's in school right? he should be... maybe I'm just tired my dream last night kept me up for a while as I thought about it non stop.
"Hey babe brought you lunch.."
"Thank you" I said and he sat down at the chair harry usually sits at. He stayed for the rest of the day and when it was time to leave he locked my office door for me. I was about to turn around when I felt someone bump into me
"Sorry" we say in unison
"Oh... zayn hello"
"Louis right?"
"Yea... I'm running late gotta go"
"Okay bye....." I turn around and look at Liam as he pulls a face. what's with very one and faces today
"Who where you taking to?"
"Louis?" I say as a question once again
"No that's a door" I look back in the direction Louis just went in and Liam's right it's just another door. and I knew I was tired... I really just need to sleep this off
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Starting to get really weird right? idk of I like it tho :/ do you? please let me know :)
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