butterfliess
Zayn's POV
I woke up early in the morning the next day, made myself breakfast, and all the while I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. This was so wrong; I kissed a student. If anybody found out, I'd be fired without any warning.
I stepped out the door with a portfolio and a to-go mug of coffee. Just as I locked the door, Harry walked outside with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He closed the door and smiled at me, biting his lower lip.
"Good morning, Harry." I said professionally.
"Morning, Mr. Malik." He replied.
"Why are you going to school so early?" I asked.
"No reason."
I could tell he was lying.
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My class was first today; Harry followed me into the classroom and shut the door, dropping his backpack, and following me to my desk. I sat down and he put both hands on my desk.
"So, Mr. Malik..." He said in a seductive tone.
"Mhm?" I said, putting on my glasses and flipping through my portfolio.
"I know that I'm not doing very well in this class..."
"That you aren't. You should really be paying more attention."
"Sorry, but it's your fault."
"And how is it my fault?"
"Your hotness distracts me from learning. You should be fired for being too hot."
"Anything else you wanted to say?" I questioned.
He smirked. "I was wondering if there was any way to get my grade up sooner. Maybe some form of extra credit?" He almost hissed the words 'extra credit' and I swore my heart skipped a beat. He really wasn't suggesting THAT type of extra credit, was he? Was he bribing me with his body?
"No, sorry, Mr. Styles. That would surely get me fired."
He grabbed my tie and pulled me closer. "Not if nobody finds out."
"That is true, but I surely ca-"
"Don't you want to?"
"You have no proof of what I want." I hissed.
"Come on..." He said seductively, grasping my tie and forcing me to move closer. He briefly gave me a peck on the lips. "Don't tell me you don't want to." He whispered, running his lips over my jawline.
"You're a naughty student, aren't you, Mr. Styles?"
"I do whatever I can for good grades."
He tried to kiss me more passionately, but I coughed and pushed him away.
"That's enough, Mr. Styles. Take your seat, class will be starting soon."
He looked somewhat angry or upset when he took his seat. I watched as he dropped his bags and slouched in his chair, narrowing his eyes.
That type of extra credit was completely out of the question.
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