S.A.D || zarry au

twenty

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*One Month Later*

        The first time I saw Louis Tomlinson was about a month after the "incident" in first block. He had four stitches in his right arm, three stitches on his forehead, a faded bruise on his collar bone, and a sprained wrist. I was deep in shock. When I watched him walk to his seat with wide eyes he looked as if he was trying to avoid looking at me.

        When they said that they were going to drag Zayn to court for "physical assault" I assumed it was over something along the lines of a little black eye or broken nose. But no, this was must worse than anything I could've imagined.

        When I went into second block the first thing I did was punch Zayn in the shoulder. "Ow," he said rubbing the spot I punched. "What was that for?"

        "I saw Louis!" I hissed.

        Zayn gritted his teeth, "He deserved it..."

        "Zayn! He gave me a fucking bruise! You gave him seven stitches! Probably more," I screamed out a whisper.

        "You are not about to scold me for giving an asshole the beating he deserved so shut the hell up," Zayn snapped harshly.

        My heart dropped; Zayn has never snapped at me like that. I twiddled with my thumbs as the teacher spoke, "I assume you have your projects almost finished."

        A few "shits" were heard from around the room one coming from my own mouth.

        Ms. Peterson rubbed her face frustrated, "This was a simple essay guys! You got to write about whatever you wanted! You could've wrote about hamburgers for all I care!" She sighed, "How many of you have actually worked on it?"

        Two people raised their hands. "Individual work now! I can't believe you guys!"

        Zayn raised his hand, "May I still work with Harry?"

        I distant voice whispered from the back of the room, "You mean fuck with Harry.."

        Zayn turned around with rage written all over features, but Ms. Peterson stopped him before he could say or do anything, "Mr. Higgins! After school detention!" The boy grumble and I placed my hand on Zayn's arm. He glanced at me before down that table his fists clenched. I dropped my hand from his arm and laid it on my lap. "See me after class, Mr. Malik, for further discussion."

        Class dragged on and after I didn't bother waiting on Zayn considering how pissed he is with me. I don't want him to snap at me again. I was about to open the cafeteria doors when someone grabbed my arm. I knew who it was, obviously. Zayn pulled me to the boy's loo and I let him. The second we were in there he pushed me up against a wall and pressedhis front against mine. My chest heaved up and down while he spoke, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

        "How sorry?" I ask staring at his lips.

        "I can show you, Harry Styles," he smirked.

        I quirked an eyebrow, "In a dirty school bathroom? I don't think so." I barely finished before his lips were on mine. He pulled away far too quickly. His lips traveled over my jaw and down my neck. My hands carded through his hair and he began to suck on the spot right above my collar bone making me gasp. "Z-Zayn." He nipped at the skin causing me the arch my back. "L-Liam's probably wait..waiting for us-s......" His hand traveled down my clothed torso before he pulled away.

        He sighed, "This isn't over."

        "Rain check?" I ask resting my hands on his shoulders.

        He bit his lips looking me up and down, "Defiantly."

        A tingling feeling erupted in my groin, but I tried my best to ignore it considering the last thing I needed was a boner. "Let's go to lunch, bad boy," I chuckled grabbing his hand gently pulling him with me out of the loo.

        "Bad boy, eh?" Zayn smirked as we walked down the hallway.

        "Well, good boys don't get into fights and smoke."

        "How'd you know I smoke?"

        "You always smell like it," I shrug. "It smells really good."

        "You're the first person I've met who likes the smell of cigarettes."

        "And probably the last."

        He chuckles and kissing my cheek as we rounded the corner. Not paying attention we almost ran into someone. "Sorry," I said glancing up to see Niall Horan looking at me blankly. He stopped for a second before walking away without a word.

        "I don't like that guy," Zayn growled.

        "Why?"

        "I talked to him the first week I was here. He seemed like an okay guy, I mean, the whole group did, Tomlinson and all. But, then I heard them start talking about a boy who had a panic attack. They talked about how hilarious it was. I put two and two together, since I'd already met you and saw how you were, and knew it was you. I tried to be calm but some of the things they said..." He paused talking in an angry deep breathe.

        "Is that how you got your broken nose?" I asked. He nodded. I looked at him softly before kissing him. "Will you be my boyfriend, Zayn?"

        "I thought I already was," he chuckled.

        "Just clarifying it."

        "In that case, Harry Styles," he gripped onto my hips tightly, "yes." He grinned molding his mouth with mine.

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I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING QUICKER! Had a bit of writer's block and for some reason instead of a chill few weeks everyone I know decided to be a big pain in my ass. Yay me.

I MADE IT TO THE TWENTIES! YESS!

I'm currently watching Grease and for some reason my mind was like putting Danny in Zayn's place. Every so often I had to shake my head and set my mind straight while writing this cx

Tori xx