Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Weekend Away: Part One

Song of the Chapter: I Do It All For You by SoMo

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*Third Person POV*

Harry's eyes flutter open, shifting up to Ryder's. Ryder is awake already, staring down at the beautiful boy that is his, quote on quote "boyfriend".

"Goodmorning Sleeping Beauty." Ryder's hand carresses Harry's soft curls.

Hare-Bear tightens his grip around Ryder's waist, snuggling his face into Rye's bare chest. The sheets around them crunch at the movement, causing Harry to groan.

"What time is it?" Harry mumbles.

"6:30."

"6:30!" Harry says outraged.

"Yes." Ryder chuckles.

"Shut up and go back to sleep." Harry grumbles, burying his face deeper in Ryder's chest.

"Alright my prince." Ryder continues playing with Harry's hair.

Hazza smiles and rolls over so Ryder can't see his face.

"I know your smiling." Ryder whispers in Harry's ear as he spoons Harry from behind.

"I'm not." Harry lies, giggling while he clutches his pillow tighter.

"Hare-Bear." Ryder cooes, placing his chin on his lover's shoulder. "I see those dimples peeking out of those perfect cheeks of yours."

"Stop." Harry whines playfully, rolling into his pillow.

"Stop what?"

"Being a marshmallow." Harry starts laughing, sneaking a glance at Ryder with a gleaming green eye.

Ryder begins tickling Harry's sides causing the curly haired lad to burst into mirthful, hyena laughter, and wiggle like a worm. Only when Harry finally lays on his back, kicking his legs, begging Ryder to stop, does Ryder clutch Harry close, ceasing all movement, and whisper against Harry's lips. "What's so bad about being a marshmallow?"

Harry fights a grin, fingers curling closed near Ryder's chin. "I'm allergic to marshmallows."

Ryder smiles widely, rubbing up and down Harry's back and shoulders. "You're really something Styles."

Ryder presses a sweet kiss to Harry's lips, and he swears that he could feel Harry melting in his arms. Hare-Bear unclenches his hands and places them on Ryder's chest. The two were so close to eachother that to a bystander, you would think they were physically connected.

Ryder moves a hand down to Harry's thigh, stroking it as he repositions himself above Harry. It's at moments like these that it is as if Harry isn't the mastermind of some ginormous, worldwide organization. He isn't as tall and lanky as a giraffe. He isn't hard, or cold as a rock. He's just a young, curly lad in the prime of his youth that gets whipped up in love and lust, and just let's all the good and bad things of life happen because he honestly doesn't care as long as he can wake up with a smile on his face, knowing that someone loves and cares for him as more than a friend.

"I love you Harry Styles. Do you know that?" Ryder stares down at his beautiful boyfriend in awe.

Harry just looks down and blushes. "I do now." Then their lips reconnect in utter bliss.

These are the years for them to enjoy before shit gets serious and they're forced to settle down. Right now, they can just share their happiness with eachother, freely. These two boys are simply in a bubble that can't be popped.

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*2 Hours Later*

A hand smacks down against Harry's bum, leaving a sinful sting in its wake.