Ziam oneshots ✔️

I want you as you are

Zayn's P.O.V

I seriously never felt the need to learn English. I was freaking British for heavens' sake. So I did what was best for everyone, doodled on my notebook.

Not finding a subject I looked over at me mates.

Niall was snoozing off. He was always a good person to sketch at, if you wanted a real like leprechaun.

My eyes scanned over to find my other friends.I almost wanted to puke at the sight I was met with.

Louis had already occupied his favourite position, amidst his boyfriends' curls.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the golden couple of my University! also my other best friends looked picture perfect as usual with Louis' hands lightly grazing Harry's waist and Harry looking blissfully at peace holding his boyfriends' head.

I threw a paper ball at Louis only to be met with Harry's playful frown. I started to crush another ball to throw at him when I heard someone clear their voice behind.

Oh what the hell!

He looked like he had to have a place in Zeus' God Handsome Dudes Council. Warm Brown coated over dovelike eyes met with mine. A flush spread over his cheeks and I swear I have never seen anything else this pretty.

"You boys ought to stop." His voice chimed all over the place and I could someone getting excited.

Louis' head popped out suddenly from Harry's curls, "What's your problem dude? Are you like the bloody teacher or something?'' He growled out.

"As a matter of fact I am. I am your new English Teacher, Liam Payne." He declared, his voice flowing with pride. I could just hear him talk all day.

Oh fuck! He was the teacher. He looked so freaking young.

As though finding our thoughts, Liam cut that ,Professor Payne, I could almost feel my cock twitch. God this was so kinky, he continued, "Well, I got a honors Degree in teaching from an early scholarship. I am twenty two."

HE IS FOOKIN YOUNGER THAN ME AND HE'S GONNA TEACHE ME? Okay that did not help me. Mental images of a certain twenty two year old writhing under me flood my brain and I could feel my skin heating up.

Niall nudged my side. What? I mouthed.

He smirked at me suggestively. How the hell did he find that out?

He gave an incredulous expression like telling me that he was after all my best friend. No wonder in that.

"It would be a pleasure if you could all listen to the class now." Liam started the class. The pleasure was mine, I thought as I for the first time started to listen.Or more like dream about our children.

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"It was Shakespeare," Harry blurted out before anybody could even think about an answer. Liam smiled nodding at him in encouragement.

Louis looked so damn proud like Harry just sucked him off or something, but I was for the first time furious with that stupid mop of curls.

Looking at Liam smiling at Harry burned something down my stomach.

Harry finally asked me about it in the cafeteria when we were having lunch. "Is something bothering you Zaynie?"

"Yep," Niall answered before I could even open my mouth. Damn that blonde.

Louis and Harry were instantly curious.

"Oh trust me, you are going to figure that out real soon, as soon as we have the next English session." Niall smirked at me. I just wanted to bury him a hundred feet under the earth with hot lava.