Harry’s POV
Going into first lesson, I see Zayn already there, sitting at our desk.
I make my way to the desk and smile at Zayn.
He looks away and rolls his eyes.
Pouting, I whisper “Hey Zayn.”
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No answer.
“Hey faggot.” I look up and see someone smirking at me.
“Leave him alone you cunt.” Zayn spits at him and I get wide eyes.
My lips form into a smirk.
So he isn’t talking to me right now, but backing me up?
Oh what a lovely boyfriend.
The lesson starts and I still don’t hear a ‘peep’ come out of Zayn’s mouth.
I groan.
“Sir can I go to the bathroom please?” Zayn asks Mr Subkow.
He nods his head and Zayn goes off, outside the classroom.
As I see everyone settled down, doing their own work, I slowly get up from the table and make my way towards Mr Subkow’s desk.
Scratching the back of my head, I whisper, “Sir, my boyfriend is acting a little weird with me; can I go to find out what is up?”
“But Harry...”
I cut him off.
“Please Sir.” I join my hands together.
“I really need to go.” I put on my famous pout, which I know works with everyone.
Wink Wink.
Mr Subkow sighs and I hide a smirk, knowing he finally gave in.
“Off you go, how long will it take?” He asks.
“Shouldn’t be too long.” I smirk and he shakes his head in disbelief.
Walking into the boy’s toilets, I see Zayn standing against the wall, eyes closed, massaging his temples.
Pressing my body against his, I see him opening his eyes and looking into my eyes.
I lick my lips, and breathe on his peach, plump lips.
Zayn bites his own lip softly and stares at mine.
I slowly lift his chin, so he can look at me properly.
Leaning in, I cup his face and press my lips to his.
Parting out lips, we both close our eyes.
