Liam's P.O.V

When Ashton introduced me to Zayn I thought one thing. Cute.

I honestly don't think I have seen anyone else that cute, in his dress and his little hair all tied up not to mention the earrings.

Of course he was nervous as hell, everyone is afraid of us so I expected him to be.

I'm late to my second period so I walk into the class room letting my eyes fixate on the one and only him.

He's sitting all proper in his desk, his shoulders back and his chest up, the dress is low cut and shows the bumps of his chest bones. I walk past a row of desks and take a seat next to him smiling because of how embarrassed he seems to be.

"Mr. Payne let's not be late next time" Mrs. Whoever the hell, I don't care says.

I only nod and lean back in my seat slouching, my legs covered by black jeans are parted and I rest on arm on the side of my desk. I watch Zayn's honey colored eyes look at me then to my arm. I have lots of tattoos all of them have a significance maybe someday I could tell him. (Zayn doesn't have tattoos btw he's basically Japan Zayn with no tattoos)

He looks away once he notices that I'm looking at him as well and focuses back on the teacher. She is cool I guess I hate teachers and school in general so its hard to like anything really and this year, since I couldn't be in P.E I have to pick Art instead and then my weight training class. Who even takes art anymore this is fucking ridiculous.

"Ashton what class do you have next?" I ask him putting my hand on Zayn's desk. He scoots away from it, his posture still rigid.

"I have art with Zayn and Louis" he says making me sigh in relief that I won't be in that stupid class alone.

"Why are you taking art? Its so fucking stupid" I tease which makes him clear his throat, shaking his head at Zayn.

"I-i-i like a-a-art.." Zayn mutters holding his baby hands together.

Wow he's little and damn way to blow it.

"I was just making fun of Ashton, I really mean I just don't find interest because I don't understand it." I explain.

Ashton's mouth drops open because if it had been anyone else I probably would of cussed them out on how their opinion doesn't matter. Zayn nods and bites his lip making me want to groan because his big brown eyes are looking at mine and his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion.

"So why did you move schools Zayn?" I ask trying to start a conversation but Ashton outstretches his large hand and smacks the back if my head.

Ouch. Zayn snaps his head to Ashton.

"Its fine Ash, he didn't know, its okay." His soft voice explains making my heart speed up a bit. I hate that I have a soft spot for him. I barely even know him.

"I-i g-g-ot bullied" he says playing with the end of his dress which I want to rip of his body. I frown at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt my poor baby.

"Yeah but you're here now so its all good" Ashton smiles. Well I'm sure glad.

The teacher says a few other things and passes out a book which I toss to the floor when the bell rings. Haha reading, fuck that.

I wait at the door for Zayn and Ashton and walk with them to art. Zayn is holding Ashton's hand which makes me jealous. It shouldn't really since he isn't mine yet but it still bugs me because I don't want anyone holding his tiny hand.

I take the time to notice his little painted nails, I guess the color is purple but I feel like if I ask he will answer with "lavender" or something and make me feel stupid.

We walk inside a large room covered in paintings and artwork from what I assume is from previous students. I let Zayn walk in front of me and I pay attention to his legs swaying in the clunky shoes, that still doesn't do shit for his height. We take a seat at the large table in the back much like the others and I take a seat with Zayn in the middle and Ashton beside him. Louis stomps in and sits across from us cracking his tattooed knuckles. Zayn flinches a bit his golden eyes wide with fear. Awe my baby's scared. Comfort him, hug him.

My mind screams at me but I just stare at him. I don't want to make him too uncomfortable.

"Haha don't be scared love, I won't hurt ya, I only beat the shit out of the people that fuck with me" Louis smiles poking Zayn's prominent cheekbone. Mine. Zayn blushes and let's out a small squeak. I chuckle

Awe.

The art teacher walks in its a guy with a beard and and large glasses, he has a cup of coffee in his hands. I roll my eyes. Fucking hipster.

He says his name but I don't give a shit so I turn my attention to Zayn who's intently watching Mr. I don't give a fuck. He looks so fuckable right now and his hands are holding up his head and his eyes follow the teacher as he explains shit and points out different paintings which makes Zayn's eyes light up in fascination making me want to coo at his adorableness.

The teacher finishes talking and gives us all a piece of paper to draw your favorite thing.

Its a stupid concept and I roll my eyes put grab a pencil from the middle of the table and draw a box with not so straight lines and a button in the bottom. That looks like a phone right?

I sigh and look over at Zayn who has his tongue out in concentration as he sketches a woman that looks a lot like like him the same smile and eyes and he sketches three more girls around her.

He's actually really good so I sit there in shock at the sketch he just created. He finishes and puts his signature on the bottom before dating it and turning in.

I look at my own paper and frown. What the hell mine looks like shit. I hear a giggle, one of the most beautiful fuckings sounds and I turn to see Zayn standing beside me.

His nose is scrunched up and his eyes are crinkled his tongue slightly poking out of his white, straight teeth. He covers his mouth which makes me frown harder because I have no idea as to why he would cover up that.

"Its supposed to be my phone" I murmur shaking off an upcoming blush I feel. You are tough Liam don't be soft for him he's not different. Oh who am I kidding he's completely different.

"H-h-here" he pauses and takes my pencil leaning over me to touch up the messy lines and fading them into a shade to make it look more dimensional. He shades one part of the screen and a little bit on the button to make it look reflective.

After he finishes his slides the paper back over to me and hands me my paper so I can sign. I'm at a loss for words that he helped me and also because I'm watching him turn in my paper.

He skips back fiddling with his yin yan earring again and scoots closer to me.

"Thanks" I murmur flicking at a random tattoo on my arm. He smiles again which makes my heart go into a frenzy.

"N-no problem L-l-liam" and with that the bell rings and he leaps up tugging Ashton with him, blushing and giggling as he leaves me astounded.