Malik For Student Body President {Ziam Student/Teacher}

XV

Thursday and Friday were fine. Louis and I kept away from each other, and Liam cuddled me during our tutoring sessions at night. He kept saying that he was sorry for starting this in the first place. But I told him that it wasn't his fault. I brought this upon myself.

The weather was freezing now, and I hoped for snow soon, to match my mood. Cold, angry, and confused. With Liam things were fine, but as soon as I was at home, or sitting in a lesson, my mind went all terrible and I wanted to punch someone, mainly Louis. It was so weird thinking these things. Louis used to be my best friend. He used to hold me when I cried and tell me that everything was going to be okay. He used to laugh with me, smile with me, make my days brighter. I was scared, really scared, because Louis knew my secret and now that we hated each other I knew it wouldn't take much for him to spill it to the whole school. And what happened if rumors got around about Liam and I?

Friday afternoon I made my way into Liam's classroom, my shirt disheveled and my hair sticking up in all directions. Nothing really mattered to me much anymore, other than Liam, of course. He smirked at me and shook his head.

"When are you going to get over this Louis thing, Zee?" He asked.

"Don't call me Zee," I said, feeling as though a small knife went right through my chest. "Louis used to call me that,"

"Oh, sorry babe,"

I ended up in his arms, letting his kiss over my face gently, "Zayn, babe, you need to lighten up,"

"I'm just...I can't believe Louis could be so selfish," I breathed, "I have been thinking about this for days....weeks. And I still don't understand,"

"Love, Zayn," Liam breathed, "I told you. Love has a strange power over people," I nodded, even though his words did little to calm me. "How about we have a little fun?"

I was about to ask what he was talking about, but then he grabbed my ass, and it was easy to see what he meant and what he wanted. And my heart started pounding because we were at school, in his room, and he wanted to please me right here and right now. "Go lock the door for me,"

I did as he said and ran to the door of his room, locking the door, and then walked quickly back over to him attaching us at the lips and grabbing his tie tightly, pulling him into me further and further.

"Zayn, you're going to strangle me," He rasped out with a smirk. I moaned and pulled his tie tighter, because seeing him breathless and worked up like this was amazing. "Fuck," He breathed, or really whimpered into my mouth. And then he suddenly took control away from me pushing me back so I was leaning up against the wall, and he pulled off my shirt, working down my body. "Did you follow rule number four?" He asked.

My eyebrows knitted together. Rule number four? I wracked my brain for what that was, but I remembered nothing. My heart started pounding and he unbuckled my pants. And then I remembered. Liam hadn't wanted me to wear boxers. Shit.

"You didn't follow my rule," Liam hissed. I squirmed under his grip, feeling that beautiful intense heat take hold of me, and I whimpered. "I told you, no boxers," His voice was like a hiss, and I closed my eyes and pulled my head away from him, not wanting to get in trouble for disobeying his rules. "I guess I have to fix this then," Liam's hands were fast and steady as he pulled my skinnies off, throwing them to the side, my tight boxers following right after. "Maybe I'll have to steal all of you underwear,"

"No," I whispered, my voice shaky and low, "Liam, I'm sorry, I forgot,"

"Oh well, I think you'll remember from now on. Am I right Zayn?"

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