Irresistible [A Zarry Fanfiction].

Chapter Thirty Three

“I’ll er…I’ll give it a go.” Zayn mumbled, finding his way to his feet before making his way back over to his seat. As he sat down, he looked at Harry once more before looking down at his essay. He looked at the post it notes on the back of the essays, craving Harry’s comments. That’s when he realised there were two. One had a list of how to develop the essay, but the one underneath made Zayn smile, and his forehead grow lighter, as if he were at an all time high.

‘I’m proud of you, Z. These are the best essays I’ve ever come across…and I think I’ve fallen for those eyes of yours, too. Your eyes have never looked better then when they are reciprocating a smile on your perfect lips. H x’

So, Zayn thought to himself, after reading it three or four times, this is what it’s like to fall for someone…

The bell rang for the end of the lesson, and Zayn slowly packed away while the rest of the class started to file out of the class. He wanted to stay behind and see Harry, but as Liam’s toned figure stood before him, he guessed that wasn’t going to happen. That’s when Zayn saw how made up Liam looked. He was combing his hands through his messy hair as if trying to perfect it, and Zayn could smell the boys’ deodorant as if it was the only smell in the room. His uniform was normally really neat, but today it was as if Liam was going for a smart, yet ruffled up look. His tie was loose in an attractive way, showing off more of his cream coloured neck.

“Ermm, Li?” Zayn asked, with a slight laugh. Liam looked like he had come out of a daydream and looked at Zayn gormless.

“Huh, what?” He asked, before a dorky smile fell across his lips. That’s when Zayn realised what was going on. He guessed he wasn’t the only one crushing on someone around here…

“Okay, tell me, who is it?” Zayn asked, through his bag over his shoulder. Liam looked at him guiltily for a second, before bursting into laughter.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” Liam started, but Zayn quickly cut him off.

“You stink like a Lynx factory, you’re taking too much care into making yourself look rough and ragged, yet smart and sexy at the same time, who have you got plans to go after?” Zayn burst into laughter, as they both still stood in the corner of the English classroom.

“Again, nothing like that…” Liam started, but Zayn looked at him matter-of-factly, and Liam sighed, before gripping onto his folder tightly.

“I kissed Niall on Saturday, and now I want him more than I ever did before!” Liam blurted out before biting on his lip nervously.

“Ahh, I wondered when you were going to tell him you have liked him since you first heard that Irish laugh of his.” Zayn laughed, patting his friend on the arm, supportively. Liam smiled and his body fell from its tensed state.

“You knew?” Liam asked, his cheeks going pink as a cute and bashful smile spread on his lips. Zayn nodded.

“We all do, and if I’m honest, if he’s kissed you, he likes you.” Zayn told him, returning the smile. Liam looked hopeful.

“You think? I’m meeting him in the library cause I wanted to talk to him…” Liam started, before Zayn practically ushered Liam out of the classroom.

“Would you go already then? You know what he’s like at lunchtime, if you aren’t there in five minutes then he’ll go for his food.” Zayn laughed, and Liam laughed as he headed out of the classroom, fixing his tie again, nervously.

“It’s just…do you…what if…” Liam started to spit out different sentence starters, and Zayn rolled his eyes.

“Liam, find him, tell him the truth, and have faith in yourself.” Zayn told him with a knowing nod of the head, as he sorted out Liam’s tie.

“Now go, loverboy.” Zayn sang, pushing Liam out of the room as if pushing a baby bird out of the nest. Liam gave him a nervous thumbs up and a bashful smile before scurrying off.

“You do realise I’m still here, right?” Harry suddenly asked from across the classroom, and Zayn laughed as he turned around to look at the older boy, looking at him with a cheeky smile.

“Of course, I can feel your presence from miles away.” Zayn chuckled, walking over to the teacher’s desk, and leaning on it casually. Harry looked away from Zayn with a triumphant smile before looking back at Zayn and laughing.

“So…my essays.” Zayn started, with them still in his hands. Harry looked up at him with a wide smile, before jumping up to his feet.

“Your essays, Zayn, holy crap! I never knew you were so good at English! They are so good! I’m going to use them as examples to my younger classes. Once you rewrite them, that is.” Harry said, before he pulled Zayn into his arms, and the two boys squeezed each other for a moment. Zayn couldn’t help but nuzzle his smiling face into the crook of Harry’s neck.

“I’ve never felt so proud of myself before…it’s all light and fluffy, it’s gross.” Zayn chuckled, as the two boys swayed together for a moment. Harry placed a quick, and cheeky, kiss on the soft patch of skin beneath Zayn’s ear before releasing him from his arms.

“I’ve never felt so proud of someone before either.” Harry smiled, stroking the side of Zayn’s face before looking at the classroom door.

“You better go. Come round mine tonight? Monday is me and Dusty’s Italian night, I always try to make something but it always fails. Maybe with you around, tonight will be the night?” Harry asked with a hopeful smile, and Zayn couldn’t help but resist that flirtatious sparkle in those green pools. He was about to accept, when he remembered he had his sisters and Mum to look after, and who knows if Alex popped up out of nowhere again.

“Maybe next Monday…sorry, Hazz. But Italian night does sound fun.” Zayn replied, folding his hand into Harry’s. Harry shrugged but smiled anyway.

“You’ll just have to visit on Thursday Taco day instead!” Harry told him, squeezing his hand and then sitting back down on his desk. Zayn nodded, before he couldn’t resist anymore, he leaned down, taking the side of Harry’s face in his hand while placing a smacker of a kiss onto Harry’s lips.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Zayn whispered against them, before he dropped the sketch of Harry in front of the older boy, before walking out of the classroom, a spring in his step.