(written by MrsNiallHoran :3)
• Harry's POV •
OH MY GOD. HE HEARD ALL THAT!?
I was blushing furiously and trying to avoid his eyes at all costs. "I just remembered that I um... Have to... Uh... Go over there!" I lied, nervously grabbing one of Lou's arms and one of Niall's and dragging them off to a different table, while Liam sighed and followed with. It wasn't like me to get nervous and blush. I was normally so bold and confident but he'd heard everything!
As we settled down at our new table, as far away from Mr. Malik as possible, I let out a breath of relief. "Well... That was just slightly awkward." Niall commented.
"Slightly?" I repeated. "That was probably the most awkward situation I've ever been in!" I groaned, dropping my forehead onto the table to hide the fact that my face had gone completely firetruck red. It wasn't like me to get embarrassed. What is this guy doing to me? "I wish he wasn't my goddamn teacher." I muttered. That just made it even worse. I suddenly felt somebody tap my shoulder and, as I looked up, I gulped. "Y-Yes?"
"I'd like to speak to you after school, Mr. Styles." Zayn said in a professional tone, crossing his arms. His tone was business-like, the way that a teacher would normally talk to a student, but he wore an interested smirk, like there was some meaning behind it.
"Okay." I mumbled, staring at the table.
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I took a deep breath and slowly turned the handle to the History classroom. I opened the door and then closed it behind me. It was empty except for the familiar raven-haired man, sitting at his desk with glasses on - to be honest, they made him look even hotter - and reading over some papers. He glanced up at me and gestured for me to sit down.
I walked over and took a seat in a desk in the front row. Zayn stood up, taking off his glasses and then walking over to me. He stopped in front of my desk and placed two hands on it, leaning on it and looking at me with an intense gaze, wearing a sexy half-smirk. "That was quite the interesting conversation to come upon earlier."
I blushed. "I think you, um, may have... Misheard us." I lied, embarrassed.
He scoffed playfully. "I very clearly heard you and your friends discussing how I'm hot and how you'd hook up with me for a night and how you're into me. I don't see how I could've misheard that."
Oh God. My face was burning now, and I knew that it was probably bright red, displaying my embarrassment. "I... Um... Er--"
Zayn chuckled. "Embarrassed? That's cute. You interest me, Harry. I can't seem to get you off my mind. I really shouldn't be so attracted to you, but there's not really much I can do about that. Now, one of the things I also heard is you denying that you like me, correct?" he asked, raising both eyebrows, seeming quite amused. I swallowed thickly and nodded. Nope. "See, that's something I don't like hearing, because I quite like you. Perhaps I need to change that?" he suggested, hooking his first and middle finger underneath my chin and forcing me to look at him instead of at the desk, where I'd previously been staring. Our eyes met and my heart raced. Oh God. His face was so close...
"H-How would you d-do t-that?" I stammered quietly, suddenly incredibly nervous.
"I really shouldn't, but I've never been one to follow rules." he murmured, still holding my head up and not allowing me to break eye contact. Oh God. He was getting closer, leaning towards me. What was he doing? Instinctively, my eyes closed as I felt his breath dance across my face. My heart was practically jumping out of my chest at this point, and my breath was caught in my throat. My stomach had this fluttery feeling that almost made me feel jumpy. I'd never felt this way before. I was confused, and my head was swarming with thoughts. These thoughts quickly disappeared however as an electric jolt, pleasant and refreshing, ran through my entire body. My brain was reduced to mush and there was only one thought I could process;
He was kissing me.
I practically melted, my inner fangirl freaking out and screaming, but the rest of my body relaxed. Our lips seemed to fit perfectly together, and that was all I could focus on. All of my other thoughts were completely wiped out by the feeling of our lips moving gently and curiously together, in perfect synchronization. It was a soft kiss, and it made me dizzy. When he pulled away, I was breathless, the room spinning around me. He smirked and licked his lips playfully while I tried to regain my composure and learn how to breathe again. I could barely hear his next words, spoken in a low, seductive murmur;
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles."
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