Zayn Malik, the new teacher in the school.
Niall Horan, the naturally charming Irish student who suffers from Alzheimer disease.
Liam Payne, the overprotective and intimidating boyfriend.
Put them all together and you have yourself a complicated relationship.
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''Yes, I like you...'' I look down at our intertwined hands, and can't help but smile softly. I liked his touch-it was subtle, soft... gentle. I liked it. A lot. I wonder if all his skin feels like this. ''I can't help but feel responsible for you, though. I feel like I should protect you. Help you.'' I swallow, and feel myself getting unexplainedly, uncontrollably nervous. ''I'll keep an eye on you especially. More than a teacher, you know?''
''What, like a project?'' Niall chuckled, running a finger over my knuckles, which sent a ricochet of hot, prickly, overwhelming shocks up my arm.
I don't take my eyes off his hand while I murmur, ''Yes. Project Horan.''
The Tutor: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fiction
31 parts Complete
31 parts
Complete
“Brianna!” he said. Great. I pretended I didn’t hear him and ran down the hall. To my surprise he ran after me. “What?!” I screamed at him. He looked taken aback. I continued walking down the hall. “Um…uh…Mr. Welles…um…” “Would you stop?! Just say it!” I stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He was just standing there. “Well?” I said. “I can’t wait all day.” I started my quest to the principal’s office again. I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me. I glanced back and Harry was still standing there. “Don’t yell at me.” I stopped dead in my tracks. Did he just say something to me? I turned around and took a few steps toward him. “Everyone’s always picking on me and I’m sick of it!” His voice echoed through the hallways. For the first time in my life, I felt sorry for him. -------------------------------------------------- I'm bad at summaries so just read the story