(written by MrsNiallHoran :3)
• Harry's POV •
"Who's your friend, dear?"
"This is my teacher, Mr. Malik. He's come over to tutor me." I said to my mum, as Zayn reached over and shook her hand with a polite smile. "We'll be upstairs." I added, and led him up to my room. I closed the door behind us and he immediately launched into the lessons, which were boring, just like in class.
"So, what year was the Civil War started?"
My mind was drawing a blank. "Umm... A year?"
Mr. Malik sighed. "You don't say? It was 1861, Mr. Styles, and you would know that if you paid the slightest amount of attention in class. Seriously, are you even trying?"
For some reason, I was hurt by his words. I glanced away, my eyes falling to the floor. "I just... I don't know. I guess I just don't really see the point in all of this." I admitted. When I looked back up, his eyes had softened slightly.
"Tell you what - for every answer you get right, you get a kiss. Is that enough motivation for you?" he questioned, smirking and raising both his eyebrows.
I immediately broke into a grin. Now that was worth it. I nodded eagerly and grabbed the textbook out of his hands. "Alright, let's do this!"
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"What year did the Civil War end and how? You know this, Harry."
"April 9th, 1865, when Lee surrendered to Grant." I replied, crossing my arms victoriously. He grinned and nodded slightly. "Then I believe you owe me something, hmm?"
Zayn chuckled and used one hand to gently grip my jaw and pull me closer to him. He then pecked my lips briefly before pulling away. I scowled. "That was pathetic."
"Your grades are pathetic." he laughed, rolling his eyes.
"...Touche." I muttered. I dropped onto my back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was still definitely having a hard time focusing, especially since I had the hottest guy I'd ever seen sitting on my bed. Learning and studying was normally not what happened when I had hot guys on my bed. It was already hard enough to focus with all his distracting hotness, but now it was even harder. "Can we take a break and just hangout? Please?" I pleaded, looking up a him, sitting cross-legged beside me.
He sighed, but put the books aside. "Fine. But only for a little while. Your grades can't afford too much more slacking."
I sat back up and pulled him into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. He allowed this one to last, not pulling away until we both had to so we could catch our breath. "Do you know how wrong this is?" he murmured a moment after we'd pulled away, noses still just slightly touching. "We really shouldn't be doing this."
"Makes it even better." I murmured back, glancing away and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "I shouldn't do a lot of stuff. But I do anyways." I shrugged and absently popped the first button on his shirt out of it's slot. He made no move to stop me, and so I continued. Once I'd gotten to the third button, however, he grabbed my wrists, restraining me.
"Harry." he warned, backing away a bit to look at me with a serious expression. "I've already let this go too far. Kissing is too far, and I shouldn't allow it, but I will. That's it, however. No further than that."
I pulled my arms away and crossed them, rolling my eyes. "Well, you're no fun."
"Would you rather I not allow any contact at all?"
I sighed. "No." I mumbled, looking away. "I guess it's better than nothing."
