Sooo. We gotta a bit of Smut in here at the end so enjoy that but if you don't read smut or any of the stuff just expect this: ==== when the smut starts and finishes.
thank you for the reads too. this story go so many reads really quickly.
Also i will edit this later, i don't really feel like it right now :)
-Emily
Chapter 4
Monday rolled around slowly and I attempted to make myself look decent. I had to walk to school and to my luck it took 20 minutes. When I walked through the gates I heard people whispering things and snickering while looking at me.
"What the fuck are you all looking at? Mind your own damn business" I shouted at everyone. I walked up to Zayn and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Can I borrow your lynx? Mine ran out" I lied; my body spray is with Peter now. Zayn nodded and gave me his deodorant. I sprayed myself all over and looked at Zayn who was giving me a questioning look.
"What's up mate" he asked sounding genuine.
"Nothing" I replied.
"Something's wrong. Your hair looks greasy, you have bags under your eyes and your eyes are all glassy." He said.
"Thank you for pointing out my flaws, nothing is wrong Zayn" I growled but my voice cracked at my last words. I felt my eyes becoming moist so I looked at my feet. I watched as tears landed on my shoes. Zayn must have noticed because he had pulled me out the hallway and we were stood in a random classroom.
I started sobbing and Zayn hugged me.
"Tell Zaynie what's the matter" Zayn cooed and rubbed my back.
"I-I c-couldn't pay m-my rent so I s-sold my c-car but I still didn't have enough m-money so my l-landlord kicked me out my flat and took all my money. A-all of I-it, all I-I have n-now is six p-pound and a d-d-duffle bag" I cried harder into Zayn's shoulder. I felt Zayn's grip tighten around me.
"You should have told me. Where have you been sleeping?" he asked.
"I-in a-a-abandoned treehouse" I cried louder. Zayn sighed.
"You're coming home with me" he said.
"N-no I can't y-your dad h-hates me" I sobbed.
"I don't give a sh-"someone cut Zayn off by clearing their throat. I pulled away from Zayn and wiped my face with my blazer sleeve.
"Zayn go to your next lesson, I will talk to Harry" a familiar voice ordered. I felt Zayn release his grip on my shoulder and heard the door slam.
I took my head out of my hands. Louis was stood in front of me.
"Zayn failed to notice I was in here the whole time" Louis whispered. I sighed and wiped my eyes again.
"Sorry. It won't happen again" I huffed and started walking out the room but I felt a tug at my wrist.
"Harry, I want to help you. But I need to clear something up... I don't regret the kiss... at all and honestly Friday night was amazing and I had an amazing time." He whispered. A small grin appeared on my face.
"Thank you?" I said but it turned out like a question.
"After school you stay behind in English and I will take you to my place. We will go and find your bag and have a late birthday feast to celebrate you eighteenth." My smile grew and I nodded.
"No go and fix your eyeliner" he added and released his grip on my arm. I hurried out the room and to the bathroom. I fixed my man liner as Zayn likes to call it and hurried to my first lesson.
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Fanfiction"He strolled into the room and slowly closed the door behind him. The loud class was now silent and not a single paper plane was flying. Everyone was admiring the blue eyed beauty before us. Mr. Tomlinson is our new English teacher" Harry Styles' in...
