"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.

Syreena Wate, mostly known as ‘The Dirty Angel’ is Zayn Malik’s personal stripper. She’s the one who dances for him and entertains him late at night. She’s the one who gets the cash stuffed in her underwear by him. She’s the one who gets money thrown by him. And she’s the one Zayn Malik is falling deeply in love with.

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

"I've never dated a white guy before", she said while cutting strawberries that would soon be on top of her naked cake. "Really? And how am I doing? You know, as your first", Harry smirked. "Good. But Eminen is not the best rapper in the world. Stop trying to sing along while I'm listening to Super Bass. And never ever twerk again".