(written by MrsNiallHoran :3)
• Harry's POV •
"Why?" I questioned, immediately interested.
Zayn just smirked at me slyly. "You'd better get to class, Mr. Styles. Wouldn't want to be late."
"Why?" I repeated, without moving even slightly. I had to know why he asked that. I just had to. Maybe I would finally get my way. He stood up and swiftly walked over to the classroom door, closing it, and then walked back over to me. Before I could ask what he was doing, he shoved me up against the whiteboard and kissed me roughly, arms around my waist and holding my body close to his. He pulled away much too soon and I groaned, frustrated.
"That was just a sneak peek." he said with a wink. The bell rang right after he finished speaking, and he began writing on a small piece of paper. He handed it to me after a moment. "Here's a note, so you won't get in trouble for being late." he said, pulling me into a brief kiss that, despite the shortness of it, still made my head spin. "Now, get to class. I'll see you later, Harry."
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"Harry Styles to the office." came a voice over the intercom. I groaned.
"What did I do this time?" I muttered, sighing as I waved shortly at Louis, then headed down the hallway. When I got into the office, the principal led me to her private office. My heart began racing and I was incredibly nervous as I noticed none other than Mr. Malik sitting in front of her desk, chewing nervously on his lower lip. Oh God. This can't be good.
I sat down in the chair beside him. He glanced over at me with worry in his eyes, though we both remained calm on the outisde, faking like we had nothing to hide.
She sat down at her desk and cleared her throat. "Let me just get down to business. It's come to my attention that there are rumours going around. About the two of you. I'm not one for idle gossip, but a fellow teacher came to me today and informed that they had witnessed the two of you kissing." she explained in a professional tone and I swallowed thickly. Uh oh.
"That is absolutely false." Zayn replied in a calm, convincing tone, shaking his head. "Mr. Styles is a troubled student, and all I've been doing is tutoring him, giving him some extra help. A relationship like that with a student is highly inappropriate, is it not?"
"Extremely." she agreed, nodding slightly. "And so you can see why I had to call you both down here. You're a good teacher, Mr. Malik, and though Mr. Styles isn't exactly the best student, I'll give you two the benefit of the doubt."
"Thank you." I replied, forcing my voice to remain composed. "I can assure you that nothing's going on. Mr. Malik is just helping me out with my work to try and help me get my grades up."
"I believe you. But I'd better not hear anything like this again, alright?"
"You won't."
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