Brampton High (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn was exhausted from school and he still had to face the worst yet the best part of his day, detention with Mr. Styles.

He was siting with Liam in the empty classroom, waiting for their teacher to come in. They were both quiet, not exactly sure where they were with their relationship.

He could hear Liam tapping his feet nervously on the floor. His friend wasn't used to be in detention, he was usually a great student.

- Relax Li, you will make it on time to the practice, the coach won't cut you out of the team you're his best player.

- I can't be late you know that.

- I know. I know. But please...

Zayn put his hand on his knee, keeping him from moving.

- Stop being nervous. I'll get you out of here....

He promised, running his thumb on the soft fabric of Liam's football shorts. Liam stared into his eyes for a moment before a loud coughing interrupted their little moment. Mr. Styles. What a fucking great timing, Zayn thought rolling his eyes, removing his hand from Liam's thigh.

- Sir, Liam is playing football and if he is late his coach will bench him.

- He should have think to that before being late to class.

- Don't be a pain in the ass Sir, let him go it was all my fault.

- I appreciate the colorful way you have of bringing my authority to the table but no. He is staying, so are you. Now be quiet.

Liam gave him an angry look and Zayn mouthed an apology. They were both bored out of their mind after thirty minutes in the hour they had to do, when a cellphone resonated loudly in the classroom.

Mr. Styles fished for his phone and answered.

- Hi?.... Yes this is him.... When?! ... Is he ok? .....How could you be so neglecting? .... I'm coming right away, what hospital are you?

Zayn was awfully interested in that phone call. Much more than he should have been. Who was in the hospital? Probably his girlfriend, maybe even his wife.

- Liam, you will be happy, I have to go. You are both dismissed.

Liam ran out like he was running for his life but Zayn took his time to put his things in his bag. He watched as his teacher was frantically throwing things in his messenger bag messily.

- Are you alright?

He asked before he could stop himself.

- I don't feel like playing your little mind game right now, Zayn. I really have to go.

- Who's in the hospital?

- None of your business. Now leave.

Zayn left feeling rejected. It was stupid because of course a teacher wouldn't share personal things with a student.Especially not a student like him.

When he walked out he saw that the only car in the parking lot was the old Honda he saw the other morning. So it was really Mr. Styles car!

Instead of staying there and watch his teacher leaving like a creep, he decided to go look at Liam's practice and ask him for a lift home after. He sat in the bleachers beside a blonde guy that was reminding him of someone he knew but he couldn't put his finger on it. Not five minutes later, the boy was trying to have a conversation with him, testing Zayn patience.

- You like football?

The young man asked. Zayn rolled his eyes, annoyed by the sound of his voice.