Pursuing Mr. Bieber || zustin au ✔

[11] Tie Dye

"Looking good there," the voice called out, causing Zayn to jump and to waist some of the dye on the table. He quickly got a paper towel to wipe the mess, not wanting them to stain the tables. After he cleaned up the mess, he turned around to see Justin gingerly walking towards him. Zayn found himself growing nervous, the urge to scratch his now warm body hitting him, but he couldn't, seeing as he had gloves on, and they had dye on them.

"U-uh, uhm," Zayn stuttered, grabbing the edges of the table in attempt to calm himself down. Justin, now amused, still made his way towards Zayn, his eyes burning straight into Zayns'. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. "T-thanks."

Justin raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Why so nervous, Mr. Malik?" Justin asked in a low, raspy voice, causing Zayn's warm body to shiver. The way that his name easily rolled of Justin's tongue did things to him. "It's just me, Justin. No need to be nervous."

That still didn't calm Zayn's nerves though. He's been in a lot of uncomfortable situations like he is now, but this one was way different than those. The thought of what happened yesterday at the coffee shop was burning in his mind, and he anxiously wanted to ask Justin what had happened, but he knew he couldn't do that. That was a breach of business, and he didn't know if it would make the man upset or not.

"U-uhm, y-you're right," Zayn stumbled out, a blush creepy unto his face. Justin raised an eyebrow as to asking really? Zayn quickly turned around to the table, suddenly finding interest in the brown solid.

"What 'cha working on?" Justin asked in a normal, curious voice. Zayn snapped his head towards the older man, who was now standing beside him, and he looked at him with bewilderment before his eyes widened.

T-the jerk! He knew what he was doing to me! Zayn yelled at himself internally

Zayn pouted then looked down, and Justin looked down just in time to see the mans look. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face, the sight in front of him nothing but pure adorable. He couldn't help but to wish at that moment that he could paint people-just for the fact to capture such a beautiful sight.

"Err," Zayn started, then winced. Justin sent him a worried look, but that went away once he figured out the reason why he was wincing. The younger teacher didn't want to stutter, and he knew he was going to anyways. "M-my classes a-are going to be tie dying t-today. 'M just getting everything set up so all t-they'll have to do is get started a-after I give them instructions."

"Hmm," Justin hummed in approval, nodding his head. He was surprised to see the art teacher doing things like this so soon, but he figured that it was fun so why not. In his class, he had just given them an essay to do, so those same students that had Zayn could relieve some stress after coming out such a class, doing an assignment like they were doing. "That's interesting. Mind if I help?" Justin asked, causing Zayn to snap his head up and stare at the older man with wide eyes. Justin quickly added, "Setting up, of course."

Zayn looked at the main curiously, wondering as to why he wanted to help him. He means, he appreciates the fact that he would like to help, but he couldn't help but to wonder, what did he think he was going to get out of this? Surely he wanted something, and Zayn didn't know if he would be able to give them man anything he'd want in return.

Zayn shrugged his shoulders before going over to open the large gloves box, taking two of them out. He handed them to Justin, who told him thank you, and threw on the gloves. Zayn slide the three big bottles of tie dye left over, and the rest of the miniature bottles that he had over to Justin. "D-do you mind filling the rest of these up?" He asked Justin.

Justin shook his head, sending Zayn a smile, relaxing the younger teacher nerves. Zayn couldn't help but to send him a smile back, before getting the rest of the table prepared for the classes.