"Let's goooooo," Niall shouts. "I can't believe it!"

"You can't get drunk before graduation, you idiot."

Louis smacks the back of his head and Liam has to break it up. I snatch the beer out of Niall's hand with a sigh and chuck it into the trash.

"Guys let's just get to school and get this ceremony over with. Then we can go fucking insane."

Liam offers to drive because he's a total dad and gives an entire pep talk about how we'll be successful, we just need to stay focused. Don't lose motivation blah blah blah.

"I don't have anything planned. You're all leaving me to go off to uni. I haven't even landed an internship anywhere. Zayn has been stressed about my problems, phoning people to say I have talent. It isn't his responsibility."

"You should be happy he cares," Louis grins. "He wants you to work close by so you can fuck every night."

"Oi, shut up."

It's a serious matter. I need to find a job or I'll be forced to go to school.

We ride in silence all the way to the school, my bad mood killing any conversation.

"My head is throbbing and this stupid cap looks ridiculous."

"Harry," Li sighs. "Don't be that way. Everything will work out, okay?"

"Have you ever realized what bullshit this is, being stuck in school for years only to be confined to more school or being stuck in a cramped cubicle? We work our arses off to do more work. It's just so-"

I trail off in the middle of my rant as a particular person catches the corner of my eye. He's talking to none other than Principal Jones, a beaming smile on his face. She laughs and gestures wildly with her hands.

Maybe school wasn't so bad.

I found something I didn't know I was looking for.

Zayn.

"Hey," Liam smiles and follows my gaze, his arm looping around my neck. "You get to spend the rest of your life with him. If that isn't something to celebrate, I don't know what is."

A warm crimson flushes over my cheeks as I let that sink in. He bends down to adjust a microphone and Louis laughs "stop staring at his ass, it's flat."

I punch his shoulder. "It is not!"

He gives a little smirk before he adds "guess I wouldn't know, you're the expert," he winks.

Niall chuckles, his eyes skimming over the auditorium.

We have assigned spots in alphabetical order but we're still frozen in place, none of us ready to go off on our own.

It's just foreshadowing the future.

They all got accepted at the University of London and Niall is still begging me to give college a chance, reckoning the parties are better.

No amount of convincing will change my mind. I just want to sit in a chair and write until my fingers are numb.

My mum says it's okay but I get the feeling she's disappointed in me.

And that might just be the scariest thing I've ever heard.

Every teenager wants their parent's approval. They want assurance that everything will be okay, that they're going to make it.

Then again, nobody knows.

It's just nice to hear it

You're destined for great things

That doesn't make it true.

My heart is flopping in my chest, my stomach sinking.

Everyone scrambles and I stumble to my seat, my eyes finding my mum in the crowd.

What if I dissapoint her?

The smile on her face when they call my name and I walk across the stage tells me that it's impossible. She's proud of me.

So I smile genuinely and catch a subtle wink from a certain teacher.

That makes it all worth it.

...

"Your poetry collection," he says breathlessly. "Touched the innermost part of my soul."

I throw my arms around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"I'll touch you again, I promise."

"Let's go find your mum, yeah?" He's grinning from ear to ear and doesn't seem to care that people are staring as his hand slips into mine.

"Zayn," I warn.

"Hey, you aren't my student anymore."

"Am I still your favorite?"

He rolls his eyes but answers truthfully. "Yes Harry, you'll always be my favorite student."

"Zayn," I blush.

"Yes love?"

"Would you accompany me to Lou's graduation party?"

His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, his eyes glimmering.

"You want me to be your date to a high school party?"

Harry you idiot.

"Uh, maybe that was-"

"Of course."

"Really?"

I perk up, my dimples popping as I smile.

"God you're so cute. There's the lovely woman that made you," his head dips towards my mum. "Go give her a hug."

He gives me a little push and her eyes light up.

"I'm so proud of you baby."

She kisses the top of my head and my sensitive ass cries like a baby, all over her nice dress.

"Sorry," I sniffle.

He dabs her eyes with a tissue, her mascara smearing.

But she still looks beautiful.

"You're growing up so fast. I remember when you were-"

She stops abruptly and I untangle myself from her, my gaze landing where hers does.

"I took a picture on my phone because moments like these are precious. You don't know what you have until it's gone."

And my mum pulls Zayn into the hug.

"Welcome to the family," I joke.

Only I'm just partially joking.

...

"What is this shit Harry? Ever heard of amaretto or pinot noir?"

"I'm too cheap for that."

I wasn't too cheap for vodka and cranberry juice and a few shots of scotch.

"Well I might happen to have some Chardonnay. Is that...weed?"

He points over to Louis and I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Lou smokes a bit."

"Oh," his face falters.

"Zayn," I tug at his arm. "What's wrong?"

"Would you be mad if I smoked a little? It's been ages."

"I uh...whatever you want. I hate to be blunt but-"

"Wow, you're so fucking chill," Louis says.

Zayn just smirks and sets a spliff between his lips, nabbing the lighter to get it going. I just watch as he inhales deeply, his cheekbones hallowing before he exhales next to my cheek.

I'm in awe at his beauty, completely unaware that he's offering the spliff to me.

"Give it a try babe."

"I dunno," I blush. "I've never tried it."

"Feel babe."

He directs my hand to my chest as he takes a drag. I feel a sharp intake of breath and how his body relaxes as he releases, puffing out a cloud of smoke. His eyes are glossy, his lips obscenely red.

"Inhale, hold and exhale."

I give it a try but a coughing fit ensues and he has to pat my back.

"It's okay," he rasps out, his voice deep.

His lips wrap around it again, his fingers brushing over my jaw before dipping into my mouth.

I'm thoroughly confused but don't want to question it. Louis is observing us now, a stupid grin on his face. His fingers gently part my lips and he inhales deeply before leaning in, our eyes meeting, our mouths nearly touching and he exhales the smoke into my mouth. Unsure of what to do, I swallow and fight back a cough, my eyes watering slightly.

"Zayn that was..." I trail off, noting how scratchy and rough my voice has become.

"Hot," he finishes as he stubs out the spliff.

He bites at his bottom lip and grapples my hand pulling me onto the sofa. His hands cup the side of my face as I straddle his lap. He crushes our mouths together and tilts his head, making me moan deep into his throat. His thumb presses just beneath my chin so my mouth opens letting him slide in his moist soft pink tongue.

It hits the roof of my mouth and tangos with my tongue before tracing the outline of my lips.

Another moan escapes me, my fingers digging into his thighs.

He pulls back ever so slightly, his tongue flicking across my lower lip before he tugs gently with his teeth.

I whimper as he backs away, my lips swollen. His thumbs press against my throat, my breath hitching.

"You okay love?"

I nod, breathless and he adds a bit more pressure, my heart pounding like a drum.

I feel giddy, somewhat light-headed and the sensation goes to my cock, making me tingle.

He must feel me growing hard because he presses down just a tad more and my eyelids close, my breaths turning shallow.

"I wanna see you babe."

This makes my eyes snap back open. I wiggle around, trying to eliminate the discomfort but catch no relief.

So my hand travels to my member, palming through my jeans.

"Feel good babe?"

I nod, the intensity heightened as his thumbs press a smidge harder against the sides of my neck.

A wave of pleasure rushes over me as I fumble with my zipper. My hand delves under my boxers and I rub at my taint. It isn't enough so I dip my finger into my mouth to slick it up before trying again.

The alcohol is starting to course through my bloodstream and the lack of oxygen takes me to an euphoric state.

So I rub and rub until I'm soaking wet and faint moans are falling from my mouth.

I'm certain I'm going to black from the pleasure when he eases up on the pressure and I gasp.

Now I'm fully aware of the sticky mess in my underwear and the glint in his honey colored eyes.

"W-what was that?"

"Erotic asphyxiation."

I nod trying to collect my thoughts and a very amused Louis grows wide- eyed, the simple word "woah" tumbling out of his mouth.

Yeah, I think to myself.

Woah.

A/N: summer and cute Zarry dates...here we come ;)