Zayn Malik. 17 years old. High school student: Junior. Well liked by his friends. Hated by everyone else. Very popular solely based on the fact he likes to bully weaker students. His face is littered with piercings. He also has tattoos down both arms, across his chest, and up his neck. They all have special meanings to him. Every single one. He'll never tell you, though. Just like he'll never tell you that he is infatuated with his English teacher.
Liam Payne. 24 years old. High school teacher: English. Most of his female students want to f-ck him. Most of his male students are jealous because the girls want to f-ck him. Oh what a shame it would be if they found out he was gay.
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**Zayn's POV**
"Nah, man. I can't skip today. If I miss another lesson, Payne will have my head." I says to my friends. They respond back with 'alright's and 'okay's. I turn and walk to my English class. My teacher, Mr. Payne is f-cking gorgeous.
I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but I'd definitely let that guy bend me over and f-ck me all night long.
Okay maybe I'm a little gay. But only for him.
"Good afternoon, class." He speaks! I watch as his perfect lips form each word. "Since the theatre classes are out on their fields trip, we're going to do something easy today. Would someone like to pass out paper for me?" Mr. Payne asks. Almost every single girl in the class room raises her hand.
Sluts.
Mr. Payne picks on my and she squeals. She f-cking squeals. As if I couldn't hate someone people any more. After the b-tch hands papers to everyone, she finally sits back down. I focus my attention back my the beautiful man at the front of the room.
"Okay now that everyone has-"
"Uh, Mr. Payne? This looks like a test." Says some f-cker who decided to cut off most handsome man in the universe.
"Yes, it does. That's because it is. And before you all freak out, it's not a real test; it won't count to your average. It's just a little... personality test." Mr. Payne looks around. His eyes meet with mine for half a second. I almost pass out from how perfect he is. He sighs. "Alright, it's something the school psychologist and the guidance councilors want every teacher to give their students. Honestly, I don't care if you lie on it. Just know that if you are having a problem, it's never too late to get help. Hand them in to me when you're done." He walks to his desk and sits.
I start working on my 'test'. I guess on every question that takes longer then thirty seconds to think about. I'm pretty sure I'm the last one to finish. I almost groan out loud when I flip it over and there are more questions on the back.
A
B
C
D
C
B
A
There. I'm done. I stand up and walk over to Mr. Payne's desk. He looks up at me with his chocolate brown eyes and I think my heart stops. He is pure perfection.
"Finished?" Mr. Payne asks me. I nod with a kind smile on my lips. He is one of the few people I smile for at this school. I hand him the paper. "I just have to look it over before you sit down. Gotta make sure you answered all of the questions." He sighs. I look over his face, analyzing the way his eyes scan across the paper, the way his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. I notice he glances at me then looks back at the paper.
"Is there something wrong?" I question.
"Um... why don't you come see me after school? The period is almost over and I don't want you to be late for your next class." As if on cue the bell rings. "Have a nice weekend, everyone. Remember your reports are due on Wednesday."
"Yeah, no problem." I say coolly even though I'm doing internal backflips.
~time skip~
"Hey, Mr. Payne." I greet as I walk into the room after my last class ended. Mr. Payne looks up at me from his book.
"Hello, Zayn. What can I do for you?" He asks.
Well, for starters, you can f-ck me in the a-s, I think.
"You asked me to see you after school. So I'm here."
"Ah, yes. Your guidance counselor should be here in a few moments. You may take a seat, possibly start on some homework before she gets here." He motions over to the desk then goes back to his book. I nod to myself and sit at one of the desks.
I feel like I'm in detention. In all honesty, I probably should be in detention right now.
"Well I guess it's just us, Zayn. It turns out your guidance counselor went into labor today."
"Well it's about time. She's been pregnant for like a year." I laugh. I watch at Mr. Payne puts away some papers into a binder and stands up. He picks up a bag from behind his desk.
"Follow me." Mr. Payne instructs. I stand up without hesitation and may or may not have checked him out as I walked behind him.
"Where are we going?"
"Library." He states simply. I pick up my pace so that I'm walking next to him.
"Really? 'Cause it looks like we're walking out of the school." I point out as we walk out of the front doors of the school.
"Public library." He walks up to an old-looking car. I get inside after he tells me to.
"The library is under reconstruction, so it won't be open until next Friday." I say after he pulls out of the school parking lot.
"You're kidding."
"I live right across the street, so no, I'm not kidding."
"Wow. Okay then. Would you mind if we went to your house?" He asks. As if I'd pass up the opportunity to have the hottest teacher ever in my house.
"I still have no idea what this is about, but sure. Why not?"
~awkward time skip~
"So you can see why there was a problem, yeah?"
So apparently the random answers I put for that lame personality test showed that I was on the verge of have a major depressive episode and experiencing PTSD or some sh-t like that.
"Yeah, totally." Not. "But I'm obviously fine, so I don't see the point in having to checked up on twice a week for the rest of the school year."
"It's just precaution, Zayn." I sigh and put face in my hands while placing my elbows on the kitchen table, which is where we are siting. Mr. Payne- or Liam, as he told me to call him when we're not in school property- places his hand on my shoulder. "If you want me to be the one that checks up on you, I'm sure we can have it arranged that way." I look up from my hands.
"Yeah. I'd like that." I look at him with a small smile on my lips. "Especially considering my counselor is gonna be out for a while."
~another awkward time skip~
"You really didn't have to stay this whole time. I'm fine."
"Yeah but like I said earlier, it's all precaution." I shrug and walk into the laundry room and grab two swim trunks. I close the door and quickly change into one of them and walk out.
"Hey," I get his attention. He opens his mouth, probably going to asking my why I'm in a swimsuit, but I cut him off. "Wanna go swimming?"
"What?"
"Put it on and come outside." I hand him the suit.
"Zayn? Zayn! What are you doing!?" Liam shouts.
"Going for a swim." I reply without looking back at him.
"What!?" I ignore him and jump into the pool. When I resurface, I move my hair out of my face and wipe my eyes. I noticed that Liam walked over to the pool. "You're going to freeze." He states.
"Maybe you should jump in. You can keep me warm." I suggest. Liam pretends to think about it.
"Hm. How about no?"
"Well could you at least help me out?" I ask. I reach my hand out to him. He sighs as he bends over and takes my hand. As he tries to pull me up, I put my feet against the pool wall and push off, pulling Liam with me.
"What the hell, Zayn?" He says after his head comes above water. I can't stop laughing. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. My glasses are wet and this suit is dry clean only." Liam complains.
"I'm sorry. You should've put the swimsuit on." I swim closer to him. I move his glasses from the tip of his nose to the top of his head. "There." I say quietly. I've never been this close to him, or anyone really. I look straight into his eyes, and he looks back at me.
It doesn't take long until I have my lips pressed against his. It takes less time for him to pull away and ask me what I was thinking.
"Well I was thinking that you're extremely hot and since our faces were so close together, I'd might as well kiss you." I lean in to kiss Liam again, but he pushes himself away from me.
"Do you have any idea how wrong this is!?" He yells. "You're seventeen. I'm an adult and you're a minor. No only that, but I'm also your teacher. It's so wrong on so many levels. We can't do this." His voice softens at the end.
"I'll be eighteen in January." I move closer to him.
"It's April, Zayn. And I'm like seven and a half years older than you. Doesn't that sound weird to you?" He moves back.
"Yeah, now it does. But when we're in our fifties and sixties, it won't seem so weird." Liam now has his back against the pool wall. "Just kiss me." Liam shakes his head, looking down. "No one has to know." As I gently place my hand on his shoulder, he looks up at me. "Please?"
"Ah f-ck it." Liam leans in and connected our lips. I clasp my hands together behind his neck as I pull him closer. He hesitantly places his hand on my hips.
After about a minute or two, I pry Liam's lips open with my own and slide my tongue into his mouth. Liam tenses up when I do this, but he quickly relaxes and runs his hands up and down my sides. I unclasp my fingers and reach my hands down to unbutton his suit jacket. Liam starts to dominante as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue while pushing his suit jacket off. Once his jacket is off, I toss it over the edge and continue to make out with my high school English teacher.
Damn, I thought, this is really illegal. But I don't care enough to do anything about it.
"I don't know what worse." Liam says as he pulls away a few minutes later. "The fact that we're doing this," he motions between us. "or that I'm enjoying it."
"Well if you're enjoying, then we should continue doing it, yeah?" He lets me kiss him again, but he doesn't kiss back. I pull away with a questioning look.
"I'm sorry." Liam looks down as he makes his way out of the pool. I follow behind him and quickly grab two of the extra towels we keep close to the pool. I hand him one and quickly dry myself off with the other. The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"Let me get you some clothes." I walk into my house, up the stairs, and into my room. I cringe as the memories from my childhood creep up on me. I quickly change into a black tank top and dark grey sweatpants. I grab Liam a similar change of clothes and head back down stairs. "There is a bathroom over there. If something doesn't fit, just let me know." I give him the clothes and show him where the bathroom is. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water, thinking about the events that just occurred.
I kissed Liam F-cking Payne. I kissed my English teacher. I kissed a twenty four year old man. Oh sh-t, this is bad.
I don't care.
I almost choke on my water when Liam walks into the kitchen. His hair is still dripping and he looks so f-cking hot in my clothes. I'm trying so hard to not pounce on him right now.
"So, I should get going now."
"Yeah, of course. I'll walk you out." I turn and walk to the front door. I slip on some slippers while he puts his shoes on and I open the door for him.
"I'll see you Monday." He says before opening his car door and getting inside. I decide to wait for him to drive away, but when his car doesn't start I walk over. "I think the battery died."
"Do you wanna just stay over? You can call a tow truck in the morning." I suggest. Liam thinks for a few seconds before agreeing. I guide him back into my house and into the living room. "Be right back." I walk over to the hallway closet and take out three pillows and two blankets. I close the closet door and walk back to the living room. I give Liam two of the pillows and a blanket before walking to another couch and putting the rest there.
"What are those for?"
"Me."
"Wait. You're sleeping down here too?" Liam asks.
"I usually do. I hate my room." I put the blanket on the other couch.
"Why?"
"I don't exactly have the best memories with that room." Liam looks at me with a questioning look on his face. "My dad..."
"Did he..." Liam doesn't say it, but I know what he's asking. I nodded my head slowly.
"It started when I was eight and went on until I was fourteen." I look down awkwardly. Liam walks over to me and places his hand on my shoulder.
"I am so sorry that that happened to you, Zayn. I really am." He says. I look up at him. It takes every ounce of my power to not kiss him.
"You don't have to be sorry. I'm pretty much over it. Whenever I think about it too much, I either get a tattoo or a piercing. I've been thinking about getting a tongue piercing next. What do you think?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Um, well... I, uh." He stutters. "Don't you think it would make things difficult. Like eating, drink, and um,.. kissing?"
"Would you kiss someone with a tongue piercing?" I inch my face closer to his and look from his eyes to his lips.
"Well I... it depends, I guess."
"So you have no problem with a lip ring, but a tongue piercing might be a deal breaker?" The corners of my lips turn up as I look back to his eyes. His pupils were blown and his eye color changed to dark brown.
"Yes?" His statement sounds like a question. I finally stop fighting the urge and attach my lips to his. Liam hesitantly kisses back, but when he does he wraps his arms around my neck. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss. I moan quietly when Liam takes charge and pushes his tongue into my mouth.
"F-ck." I whisper as I slip my hands under his, well my, shirt. I can feel his defined abs under my fingertips. After a few minutes of heated snogging Liam pulls away sharply and starts muttering to himself.
"What the hell am I doing? He's seventeen. Oh god. I'm going to get in so much trouble." He sits on the couch and puts his face in his hands. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.
"Technically, you can't get in trouble if no one ever finds out." I try to reassure him. "I know I won't tell anyone." He just shakes his head. "We don't have to be serious. And, when I graduate, if you want something more, we can be more."
"I don't think we can. It's not right." He finally looks up from his hands. "I'm sorry."
"You know what? It's fine." I say, even though it's totally not fine. I get off the couch and walk over to the other one. I adjust the pillow and lay down. I drape the blanket over myself and turn so that my back is facing Liam.
Some stories don't have a happy ending.
Whatever.