this fic is old and my writing style was so much worse and i cannot even go back to edit it because when i try to read it i cringe so hard, read at your own risk.
i might remake this whole fic so it's written better and more realistically.
A/N: this chapter might be a lil shorter, i just didn't wanna leave you all with a cliffhanger for too long. ___________________________________
Third Person P.O.V.
"Stay."
Zayn's palms began to sweat.
It had only been a couple days but oh how he'd missed that raspy voice that felt as if honey mixed with fine pieces of gravel was coating his body every time the older man spoke.
He shifted his feet, still facing the door. He didn't know how to look him in the eye. What did Harry even want to say to him? Zayn kept asking himself questions because although he longed to talk to the older man who had become a big part of his life in just a few months, this was all getting very real. Harry was an adult and his teacher. There could be serious repercussions for this and Zayn would have to understand if Harry told him he no longer wanted anything to do with him. This was his reputation, his life and his license to educate, they were talking about.
He suddenly heard the chair at the desk roll backwards, and soft footsteps, the echo of the heels of his teacher's boots reverberated throughout the empty room.
He could feel the tall man's presence behind him and looked down to see his arm motioning toward the door past Zayn's body.
"Close it," Harry said. "...Please." He added quietly.
Zayn gulped, still unable to face him as he pulled his heavy feet up off the ground and walked toward the classroom door.
He could just leave. He could walk out the door and ignore this whole thing and make everyone's lives a bit easier.
He took an inaudible breath and turned his head to look at Harry—and his breath quite literally caught in his throat.
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Harry was facing the ground, running a hand through his curly chocolate locks with a distressed look on his face when he looked up at Zayn, who was looking back at him with an involuntary smile.
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Zayn turned back around, and shut the door.
Harry sat back down at his desk and motioned for Zayn to come a bit closer. Zayn covered about half the distance between the door and his teacher's desk before he stopped moving, looking at Harry expectedly to begin talking.
