A Studious Affliction [Ziam] [Student/teacher]

Chapter Seventeen.

500 FANS YOU GUYS ARE FREAKING AWESOME CAN I JUST uh oh thank you my god you guys

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(in other news I have been suffering through serious Niall feels at the moment and it's not healthy why uhhh)

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Niall opts out of coming to Harry's with Mr. Payne and I. Apparently, he'd feel uncomfortable around us. Considering what he walked in on earlier, I suppose I can't blame him but still, the moral support coming from him would have been nice... Not that Mr. Payne doesn't give out good moral support - oh no, his support is probably the best I could receive: soft, dominating and entirely pleasing.

I should find I way to bottle him, thinking about it - him, or his kisses. I could sell him and make millions! He is the perfect cure for any situation. Got a cold? No problem! Suffering through heartbreak? No problem! Need to heal a burn? No pro-

Oh, wait. That wouldn't work; Mr. Payne's so hot that he'd probably worsen it. Still, he'd be like liquid gold. In a bottle.

Then again, I'm not so sure I'm willing to share.

"Harry knows you're coming," Liam says once I've clambered into his car, flushing red from the way I tripped up just outside and he saw. Thank God he hasn't said anything, though; it's nice of him. I'm embarrassed enough. "I just texted him."

"Does he know why?"

Mr. Payne raises an eyebrow at me, a smirk tweaking at his lips. "No," he says, "he soon will, however, when we arrive at his house... I didn't think I needed to tell him."

"Well, I..." Let's face it: what Mr. Payne said is easy to retaliate against. I, however, being so drawn to his lips and the fact I am so desperately in need of a kiss, cannot even fathom the idea of replying. No way, no how. Instead, all I mutter is, "Right..."

After laughing to himself for a moment or two, Mr. Payne muses, "You're so easily distracted," then leans in, his hand resting upon my knee, before his lips brush mine and he kisses me. Immediately, of course, I melt into him; but then he's pulling back and I'm suppressing a whine in the back of my throat because the kiss ends far too quickly for my liking.

Mr. Payne, looking even more amused now, starts the ignition and glances at me as he begins to drive off. "Later," he says, and my gut clenches at the promise of his words.