"Let's go somewhere this summer."

His arms wrap around me, his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

"Where Zayn?"

"Anywhere with you."

His words tickle my skin and my heart flips in my chest.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I can't take it. He's so precious.

"I'm sorry I hurt myself."

"I'm sorry I hurt you. It's all my fault. I swear he just came onto me."

"I just worry." He runs circles into the small of my back, sighing.

"About what babe?"

"That you still have feelings for him."

It's quiet for a moment.

Silence can be deafening.

His hands still and my heart slows down.

"I'll never love anyone the way I love you. I'm not going to lie to you. I still feel something for him but it's different. It isn't what we have."

"What do we have?"

His tongue runs along his bottom lip. He's deep in thought, his eyes gazing off into the distance.

"A connection that I can't put into words."

"You're an English teacher," I joke. "Try."

"You can't teach people how to love. You just do it. And you certainly can't explain it. Sure, you can write a poem or a sappy song but it doesn't capture the way your heart feels."

I close my eyes, his voice soothing my nerves.

the

scars

i left

are

loud

and

clear

maybe

i'll wake

up

tomorrow

and

regret

the pain

"Did you hear me love?"

I shake my head and his fingers brush through my curls.

And he reads me like a book.

"Never be afraid to show me your scars."

My heart shivers.

the roses

are wilted

the violets

are dead

my heart

is beating

beating

but my

wrists

are stained

red

the moon

shattered

and the

stars

tumbled

into the sea

the world

fell apart

right around

me

"What are you thinking about babe?"

"Nothing," I mumble.

"You're beautiful Harry," he whispers. "I love every part of you. Please don't hide from me."

"I won't Zayn."

He hums, his lips vibrating against my skin. His tongue flicks over the fading bite marks on my neck.

"My mum doesn't know. She can't find out. She would be so disappointed. When I cut the first time she lost it. Besides, how do I explain that my teacher saved me? How did you save me?"

"Liam told me to check on you so I called Ed to take over. I said it was an emergency. I freaked until it dawned on me that you gave me your spare key. I've never been so terrified. You were limp and pale and...there was blood everywhere. It felt like half of me was empty and I couldn't breathe. I started hyperventilating. My mind was so hazy and my fingers were trembling so much I'm shocked I was able to dial for help."

"I'm glad I got stuck in your class," I smile softly. "I wanted to drop it but Liam convinced me not to. I didn't know what to expect but I was picturing an old woman with a pinched face and glasses perched on her nose. A gray bun and a red pen to mark essays. For the longest time I pretended poetry was lame but it isn't."

"You were such a shit."

"I know," I chuckle. "But thank you for keeping me after class and annoying the hell out of me."

know your limits

you're drinking your life away

i won't deduct points just turn in the assignment

please come to class

your words are beautiful

are you okay?

why did you sleep in class?

you sell yourself short

I'm lost in my thoughts but he breaks the silence.

"Your hair is so long."

"Should I cut it?"

"No!" He tugs gently at it, a smirk on his face. "Do you like that?"

I nod, blushing furiously and he chuckles.

"How about the beach?"

"You can't even swim babe." He shrugs and I kiss his cheek. "I'll have to teach you how."

"Don't let me drown," he says jokingly.

"I'm not Mason."

His eyes darken, his neck flinching. "I don't want to talk about him."

"You're so hot when you're mad."

"Is that so?"

"Zayn," I frown. "Do you miss bottoming?"

"No babe, I like making you feel good."

"What about you?"

"Stop pouting Harry, you do make me feel good."

"C-can I try something?"

"Of course," he exhales.

My tongue flicks over my lip, my eyes burning into his. "Jeans off."

His eyes darken and flicker with lust as he climbs off the bed and undoes his zipper. I tug down his boxers, eager to rapture him. Yearning to see his face, twisted in ecstasy, small moans of pleasure falling from his lips.

"Touch yourself," I rasp out.

He stares at me perplexed so I breathe the words on his neck.

"I said touch yourself."

The sight is so obscene I stifle back a moan. His hand wraps around his member, thumbing the head, his eyes closed and pastel pink mouth parted.

His hand falls slack at his side, his eyes fluttering open.

"Harry I can't-"

I breathe warm air over his member, my lips skimming across his head. He sucks in a breath so I pause, just to tease him before brushing his pre-cum with the pad of my thumb and dropping to my knees.

My thumb lifts to my mouth, tasting his saltiness.

"Please."

I slowly lick a stripe up the bottom of his cock before circling his head with my tongue.

He pleads again with his eyes so I take him into my mouth, hallowing my cheeks. He gasps and thrusts forward.

"God, you're so beautiful. So beautiful," he pants.

weat heat

and stifled

moans

my hips

pushing back

sucking,

my head

dipping down

I bob my head quickly, my tongue swirling; etching patterns on his underside. My teeth graze his skin gently and his legs quiver.

My nose brushes his pubic hair before I pull back up, agonizingly slow.

"Harry," he moans. "M'gonna come," he warns. I just look up at him, batting my lashes.

his body

trembling

for me,

i moan

around him

sending small

vibrations

his eyes

squeeze shut,

his hands

pulling at

my chocolate

brown curls

And he spurts his hot load down my throat. His legs continue to shake as I milk every last drop.

"Shit," is all he can muster as he stumbles onto the bed.

I smile softly and kiss his cheek.

"I love you."

"Do you know why I write Harry?"

"No," I whisper.

"Because you exist."

My heart stops and starts again.

"You're a book that I was dying to read."

"Am I?" He straddles my hips, his honey colored eyes finding mine. "So read me," he murmurs into my neck.

he speaks

the language

of the universe,

the stars

sighing

collectively

"I love,

how you like

to tease

Slowly crawling,

while your legs

do the talking,

with knees

that blush,

on wooden floors.

Dropping a pencil

and picking it up."

"I'm not familiar with that one."

"Michael Faudet. His stuff is unbelievably erotic."

"Do you read his poems in class?"

"Of course not."

"I have fantasies about you all the time. You bending me over the desk, whispering dirty things in my ear."

"In my class?"

I nod, laughing mischievously.

"You'll give yourself a hard-on."

"I guess I'm a naughty boy. You should teach me a lesson."

His eyes glisten and his hands slide down my waist.

"I hope you're a fast learner."