Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Sweet Lies

Song of the Chapter: Little White Lies by One Direction

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*Zayn's POV*

I'm like a puppy on a leash and Harry is my master. He keeps dragging me around, teasing me with a bone, but never handing it over.

I clear my throat and continue my lesson.

"Harry. Could you please stop writing and pay attention?"

He holds up a single finger. "In a moment." He mumbles.

"Excuse me?" Is this an act or for real?

He glances up annoyed. "I said, in a moment. I'm busy can't you see that."

"Detention." My voice came out harsher than intended, yet I still turn around immediately.

"What! That's so unfair!" He shouts, smacking his table.

"Sit down." Liam whispers quite loudly, smiling and sitting back once he realizes all eyes are on him.

"Do you want another one Mr. Styles?" I shout in a strict voice.

He growls and shoves everything off of his desk. "This is bullshit!" Then he storms out of the classroom, leaving everyone inside gobsmacked.

Liam stumbles from his seat to collect Harry's papers, placing them in Harry's bag.

"I'm sorry Mr. Malik." He says, returning to his seat and whispering something in Louis's ear.

Louis then raises his hand. "May I please use the restroom?" He asks, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"Um okay." I say, blinking my eyes in shock from the scene that was just before me. That was not an act.

"Attention everyone. Let's not let a single student distract is from learning."

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*Louis's POV*

I walk aimlessly around the halls searching for an angry Harry. It's been awhile since something has set him off this bad. He must be stressed.

As I approach the third toilet on this floor, I hear grunts and figure it's either Harry or two boyfriends having some fun if you know what I mean.

I enter the room and see Harry slamming his fists into the drywall while he mutters things like: "Who does he think he is?" "That arsehole." "A load of codswallop detention is."

I start laughing as I lean against the wall by the sinks. "I can't believe your throwing a wobbly in the boys' toilets."

"On yer bike, and don't come back here again." He growls.

I hold up my hands in defense. "What if I need to spend a penny?"

"Spend it in the beautiful grass in the courtyard or in one of the other 50 restrooms in this school."

"But I particularly love this restroom." I play with my finger nails.

"Oh my god Louis, can you please, just fuck off!" He groans, pulling his curls.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong Lou." He breathes out in an agitated manner.

"Right." I roll my eyes. "Your stressed. I can tell."

"I'm not stre-" I cut him off.

"I've not you since you were five. Don't lie."

Harry sighs as if he's about to spill it, but then he remains silent and still.

"Are you back in the bus-"

"Lou... Don't. Please." His eyes plead with my not to go down that path.

"I swear I'm not going to follow you anywhere again. I've learned my lesson, just please tell me what's wrong." I pull his hands away from the now dented wall.

"It is the business. We had this huge shipment coming in and when I went to make sure all the goods were there, they weren't. So now I have to send out my best men to show him that you do not mess with me or steal my money. Then right before that incident, a man came on for my P.I. service..." He draws his hands aways from me, rubbing his temples.

"Harry, just let Jack or something take over for a day or two. You seriously need to relax." I say, my eyebrows knitting together in concern. "How about you, me, and Liam go on a short vacation this weekend, ya? Get away from it all."

Harry seems to relax a bit at my words. "C-can I bring a friend-d?"

It's at this point that I realize Harry had been crying. I envelope him in a hug. "Yes of course."

"Thank you Louis." He wipes away some snot from his nose and places his hand back on my lower back.

"May I ask who you want to bring?"

I can feel a smile spread across his face as he snuggles close to me. "It's a secret."

"Oh really now. I thought we have no secrets."

He keeps quiet, shoving his face further into the crook of my neck.

"Answer me this: Is he a decent age?"

He nods.

"I mean, will Liam deem his age appropriate."

Harry pauses for a moment, pulling halfway away from the hug. "I believe so. Is 19 okay?"

I take a few steps back in disbelief, stumbling over my words. "19 aye? That's fine. I'm just- who is it?"

"Ryder." He looks down at the floor with a huge smile plastered on his face. "Ryder Lovelace."

Harry's feet dig into the ground as he feels the realization dawning on me.

"Rye Rye Ryder? Ryder Leon Lovelace?" I ask in surprise.

"Yes. Him."

"But I thought that you would never-"

"I know, but it just kind of happened."

"Well, I guess if it's not a teacher or a serial killer it's alright. And he makes you happy?" I hold out my hands and speak really quickly.

He laughs. "Right now yes. It's all so new so I can't tell all that much, but yes. Yes he does."

"I'm glad, but if that fucker-" I stop because I feel my anger starting to bubble over. "If that fucker lays a hand on you he's going down."

He places a hand on my shoulder, laughing uncontrollably. "Okay Louis, okay."

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A/N: Readers: "Hey Connie, are you English?"

Me: "No. My stepdad's from Liverpool, and I wish I was English."

Until Next Time,

~~~~~It's Zen.