Broken English (Student/Teacher Zarry&LiLo)

Storm Clouds

Song of the Chapter: Figure 8 by Ellie Goulding

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*Harry's POV*

The bell rings indicating the end of English. I sling my bag over my shoulder and limp/run to the door, wincing in pain.

"Hey Mr. Styles. Stay here a minute." Zayn says, reaching a hand out.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath. So far this plan of actively avoiding Mr. Malik isn't going well.

I stay put, watching as a sea of students bustle around me.

Once the room is empty, Zayn speaks. "Walk over to me please."

"Yes dad." I sass, trying my best not to limp as I walk.

"Are you going to tell me what happened to you or am I going to have to guess?" Zayn crosses his arms, eyebrows raised.

"I love guessing. It's my favourite." I pick at my nails, rolling my eyes. I am so not in the mood for this right now.

"Someone beat you up?"

I smirk. "Oh most definitely."

"Who?" Zayn asks in concern.

"It was a close friend." I reply, smiling innocently.

"Did you guys get in a fight?"

"Oh heavens no."

"Then why did he hurt you?" Zayn is utterly confused, scratching his head. It's quite amusing actually.

"Oh he didn't hurt me Mr. Malik." I place a hand on my chest in mock offense.

Zayn opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "It was extremely pleasurable I must say."

Zayn starts stuttering, face red in embarrassment. "Ah um uh."

"Is everything okay Mr. Malik?" I ask, getting a bit bored with the situation.

"Ya." He scratches his head. "You're free to go."

"Thanks for your permission." I salute him and laugh as I exit the room.

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*Third Person's POV*

Mr. Malik wanders down the hallway during his free period when he spots Louis fishing through his locker.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Tomlinson." Zayn says, stopping with his hands on his hips.

Louis says, extracting his hands from his locker. "You caught me."

"I did." Zayn smirks. "But I won't take you to the principal's office if you have a quick chat with me."

Louis holds out his arms, wrists flopping. "Please take me to the principal's office. It'll be less painful than talking to you."

"Mmm no. Come with me Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis groans and treds behind Zayn.

Once they reach Mr. Malik's classroom, Zayn shuts the door and sits at his desk.

"Please sit." Zayn motions for Louis to take a seat.

"Okay..." Louis sits down, passing a weary glance.

"Now." Zayn links his hands together. "I've been wondering about-"

"If this is about Harry, I would rather not." Louis sasses, kicking his feet up onto the desk.

"It is about Harry." Zayn replies completely unphased.

"Oh Jesus." Louis covers his face with his hands.

"I just have one question."

"Shoot." Louis makes a gun sign with his hands.

"What is with him and his changing personality?" Zayn grasps his hair, pulling. "One minute he's all cute and fuzzy then the next he's some badass rule breaker."

"He has multiple personalities disorder." Louis says simply as he bites his nails.

"Be serious for once Louis."

"I'm not lying! He's on medicine and everything! We just learn to deal with it." Louis drops his feet, slightly offended.

"Oh... Well I..." Zayn mumbles.

"Can I go now?"

"Ya sure." Zayn stares down at his desk in deep thought as his classroom door swings shut.

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Ryder has me pushed up against the wall at the back of our school, vigorously kissing me. His right hand slides up my shirt, rubbing the skin there.

The back door opens. "Guys. That's not aloud on campus." A familiar voice says.

Ryder pulls away and rolls his eyes. "It is now."

Ryder starts down my jaw and neck, causing me to moan.

"Harry?" The voice says in outrage.

"That's my boy's name, yes." Ryder says obnoxiously, not even bothering to glance over at Zayn.

I look over and see Zayn, my eyes going wide. Mr. Malik's eyes darken as he approaches Ryder.

"Get. Away. From. Him." He growls, inches from us.

"He's my boyfriend, and I don't know you, so why the hell should I do that?" Ryder abandons me, crossing his arms.

"Because I will end you if you don't." Zayn puts a hand Ryder's chest, grasping the linen.

"How sca-"

I cut him off. "Guys please. Just sto-"

Ryder clutches my waist, slamming his lips into mine. I lose my composure a minute, eyes wide, but they soon flutter shut.

"I said," Zayn roughly shoves me away from Ryder, pulling his fist back. "Get away from him!" Zayn screams as his fist slams into Ryder's nose.

Ryder falters backwards, clutching his nose in agony.

"Harry. We're going." Mr. Malik says in a low, gruff voice.

"But-" I turn towards Ryder, watching him roll on the ground.

"Now!" He shouts.

My gaze shifts towards the ground as I follow Zayn obediently.

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A/N: guys... I'm sorry.... ;( I'll come back to this soon.... Maybe a few months or so.

Until Next Time,

~~~~~~It's Zen.