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Zarry - I Need You

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Harry cursed repeatedly, practically running down the nearly empty halls to the nurse. He’d just gone into heat for the first time, he knew he’d missed taking his suppressants a few times this month but he didn’t think it would be this much of a big deal.

"Ms. Teasdale, Ms. Teasdale!" He shouted, knocking loudly on the nurses closed door, willing her to let him in before an alpha picked up on his strong scent.

Thankfully, she opened the door on the third knock. “Mr. Styles, how’s it going darling? Your mum, good?” Ms. Teasdale was a close family friend, his sister was best friends with Ms. Teasdale. They’d gone to the same university, only Ms. Teasdale was a year ahead of his sister, Gemma.

"Fine, they’re fine. Can I come in, please?" He begged, wiping away the few beads of sweat that were threatening to drip down his forehead.

"Come in, have a seat." She stepped back, opening the door fully and pointed towards the table that doubled as a bed, shutting the door behind him. "You forgot to take your suppressants didn’t you? Harry, I know your mums reminded you numerous times. Unless you want to be bonded, you take those bloody suppressants." Ms. Teasdale scolded, tutting her finger at a very sweaty Harry.

He nodded his head, shifting around uncomfortably on the table as he felt his trousers become slightly damp. “I know, I’m an idiot. I got caught up with footy practice and stuff, I shouldn’t of blown it off so many times.” He huffed, running a quick hand through his pushed back curls, squirming around more on the table. “Can you give me a pill or a shot to hold this off?”

Ms. Teasdale shook her head, digging through the cupboards for something. “Sorry, love. You’ll have to ride this out, I can send you home for the rest of the day. But you need to keep taking your suppressants, daily.” She handed him a few pads, “These will help with the leaking, and make sure to change them out hourly because you’ll leak quite a lot seeing as this is the first time you’ve actually allowed your body to go into heat.”

He nodded, taking the pads from her and gave her an uncomfortable smile. “Thanks, Ms. Teasdale.”

She put her hand on her hip, shifting most of her weight onto her right side. “Harry, we’re on a first name basis. Call me, Lou. I swear I’ve been round your house more times than my own.”

Harry smiled genuinely, showing off his shallow dimples. “Thanks, Lou. I’ll make sure to tell Gemma you said hi.” He got up, shoving the pads into his backpack and mentally reminded himself to stop at the toilets before he went home.

"No need, I’ll see her tonight. It’s Friday and girls night at half the clubs in London." Ms. Teasdale smiled, scribbling some things down on her silver clipboard.

He cringed at her words, imagining her and Gemma going out and trying to pick up guys. “On that note, I’m going to leave. Bye, Lou.” He shouted over his shoulder as he slipped out the door, shutting it behind him and glanced either way down the—luckily—still empty halls.

Harry made a beeline for the boys bathroom, running into an open stall and grabbing one of the pads from his backpack. “Bloody hell.” He grumbled under his breath as he pulled down his trousers to find his boxers completely soaked.

He sighed, peeling the pad open and sticking it to his wet boxers anyways, pulling them back up uncomfortably. Then shuffled out of the stall to wash his hands, wetting his face and drying it before he glanced at himself in the mirror.

"Sweet jesus!" He cursed, grabbing his heart when he noticed the dark haired boy, stood by the door, staring at him in the mirror. "How long have you been standing there, Zayn?" He questioned, slightly out of breath as he finished drying his face and hands, tossing the paper towel into the bin.