*mature

you touched me
without
using your hands,
you touched me
with your nimble
and gentle fingers,
plucking
at my strings,
my sound
reverberating
through the room

"Harry," Liam leans in close, his breath fanning across my neck. "Did you write that about someone?"

My face flushes as I quickly close my notebook shut. "Don't read my stuff."

He puts his hands up defensively. "Sorry Haz."

Zayn's eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment and he smiles, my heart tumbling over and over. I feel a heat spread to my cheeks and Liam's mouth goes slack.

"Oh my gosh," he whispers. "Mr. Malik." His fingers brush across my neck, misplacing some curls and revealing scattered love bites. "Holy sh-"

"Liam stop," I whine. "He can get in serious trouble."

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

...

"So you guys fucked?"

"Louis," I groan. "I'm serious guys, you can't tell anyone.

"We won't Harry, our lips are sealed," Niall promises.

"You mean your mouth is too full of food to speak," Lou smirks.

"Okay stop it you two. Harry is in love. This is serious." Liam turns to me, a sympathetic look on his face. "I promise we won't ruin this for you."

"Was it good? Did he recite sensual poetry and shit?"

"Louis," I snap.

"I think it's cute," Niall chuckles. "Liam says he'll catch you staring at him in class."

"At what, his nonexistent bum?"

Smack.

"Ow," Lou rubs at his shoulder, a deep frown on his face. "You're supposed to kiss me there Liam, not slap me."

"I'll make it better tonight." Niall pretends to gag himself with his spoon and I let out a small laugh.

"I trust you guys, it's just...I've never felt this way before."

The rain pelts outside and beats a rhythm on the roof. I watch the raindrops shimmy down the window and smile to myself.

some people
are born
to be rainstorms,
their voices
falling raindrops,
their hearts filled
with passion
that rumbles
as fiercely
as thunder,
with smiles
that strike
your heart
like lightning

the whole world
runs for cover,
hiding inside
walls and
under polka dot
umbrellas
but i embrace
your storm
as the gray skies
open up

i make your
thunder silent
as i bite
your tongue,
wet with rain

they were
so afraid
of you
but i loved
you then

they took
you for granted
wishing for sun,
so the leaves
turned brown
and dry,
crunching
beneath their feet
and the grass
burned up,
rivers
running dry

they prayed
for rain
but i had you
all along,
your moist lips
parting mine,
your booming
presence
in my life

some people
are born
to be rainstorms,
chaotic and bold

without you
my dear rainstorm...
nothing beautiful
would grow

I've never loved something quite like the rain.

"I hate the rain," Liam frowns.

My heart weeps for the storm that gives life and is still misunderstood.

My heart sobs for the storm because I know there's so much it wants to say but no one wants to listen.

That's why it lights up the sky and jolts you awake with thundering sound.

"I think it's calming."

The bell rings, pulling me out of my reverie and I stumble mindlessly to my next class, my heart still drenched with rain.

...

We sit on the bench beneath the windowpane, his arms enveloping me.

The window clatters as the wind howls its song, a shrill cry in the midst of thunder.

It falls in steady sheets, never stopping for a second.

"This is what happens when we hush the sky. It doesn't want to hold its tongue, it wants to speak."

My fondness of rain grows stronger with each droplet that falls from his mouth.

"Kiss me," I mumble.

So he does, making it rain inside my mouth.

I taste the hot heat of his mouth.

t h e s o f t s o f t h e a t

My hands fist in his hair as I kiss back greedily. He slows things down, his tongue curling around mine and I could cry at the sweetness.

His hand moves down my sternum and splays over my hip beneath the thin material of my shirt.

And he shallows my moans, his fingers carding through my curls.

My hand moves to his upper thigh, my thumb rubbing circles into his jeans.

He pulls away, his knuckles brushing across the pale sliver of skin between my shirt and the waistband of my jeans.

"The world could be on fire and i wouldn't even notice. I wouldn't even care because I have you."

"And it isn't on fire," I confirm cheekily.

"Harry," he sighs. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"He wanted the ocean but I gave him the sea."

I could cry enough tears to drown an ocean.

"Wasn't that good enough? Are they not one in the same?"

"Nothing is ever good enough," he gazes out the window, his face dejected.

He gets up suddenly and fumbles for a cigarette carton.

"It's pouring."

"Don't care," he mumbles and saunters outside.

smoke drifting
into me
and choking
my heart

"You'll always be enough."

He taps out his cigarette with a sigh as I say

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y o u
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"I'm not him Zayn."

"I gave him the world," he winces. "But I wasn't his world."

"I was thinking, I've never really liked sand."

He chuckles, his eyes glimmering as he pulls me in for a kiss.

"Me either," our noses bump together. "It's so irritating. Kind of like you but at least you're cute."

"Ouch, just punctured my heart."

"Wasn't aware you had one," he smirks.

"Well you should be, you occupy most of it."

"I may be your English teacher but you always know exactly what to say."

"Well you won't like this but I need to head home."

"Okay," he pouts and kisses my forehead. "Be safe."

"I'm just driving home Zayn."

"I'll say it again, be safe."

"I will," I sigh defeated.

"Good. I love you."

"I love you too."

One more quick kiss, this time to the cheek and I walk out the door with a jittery heart.

...

"Sorry mum, I was studying with Liam."

"It's okay," she kisses my forehead and informs me that dinner is in the oven. "Just be sure to call or text me next time."

"I know, I'm sorry. It slipped my mind."

She smooths out my ruffled curls, her fingers grazing over my neck.

"Harry," she says firmly. "Are these bite marks?"

"Mum," I groan.

"Who's the lucky girl? You aren't fooling around are you? If you are wrap it up."

I blush furiously and she just smiles knowingly.

"Don't freak out."

"Oh God Harry, if you got a girl pregnant. I'm kicking your lousy ass to the curb, you can-"

"I'm gay."

"Oh," her voice falters. "I guess I wasn't expecting that. I'm not mad at you. You're still my baby and I love you no matter what. Okay?"

She secures her arms around me and I let out a sigh of relief.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, jolting me and Zayn's name flashes across the screen.

I can't remember giving him my number.

She lets out a sigh as I wriggle free and head down the hallway to my room.

"Zayn?"

"Thank God you picked up!"

"How do you have my number?"

"I have a file of student's emergency contact information. That isn't the most romantic way to get someone's number," he chuckles.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just heard sirens close by and freaked out. I guess it's silly but I was worried about you. Hearing your voice is such a relief."

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"This is the diminuendo."

"What?"

"You were the maestro and you made me crescendo."

I close my eyes, my breathing steady. My chest rises and falls as his voice fills my ears.

"Now it's getting gradually quieter," he whispers. "Can you experience a crescendo and diminuendo at the same time?"

"I don't think that's possible," I laugh.

"So the diminuendo directly follows the crescendo?"

"Precisely."

"Can I make you crescendo again?"

My heart thuds against my chest. I make sure my door is closed and respond in a hushed tone "are you hard?"

"A little yeah. I'm stroking myself right now," he giggles.

"Are you drunk on a Monday night?"

I can feel him pout through the line. "I'm lonely. Please babe."

"You're the worst teacher ever. This is completely inappropriate."

But my free hand trembles as he murmurs through the line.

"Pretend it's my hand, I'm caressing your cheek, bringing my finger down to your jaw."

spine
tingling,
sighing
as my
eyelids
flutter
closed

"It's moving to your neck and your chest. I'm fondling your nipples."

mouth
falling open
rolling my
sensitive
pink bud
between
long, pale
fingers

"Just rub gently babe and give a little squeeze."

A small whimper escapes my lips and I pick up on his shallow breathing coming through the line.

"What I would do to suck them."

visualizing
his cherry red
lips,
forming
a tiny 'o'
his teeth
gently grazing

"My hand travels lower, admiring your inked skin, that butterfly and those pretty leaves."

How does he remember so distinctly?

My eyes open for a moment as I peek at my tattoos.

"Tease yourself babe, trail your finger down your toned abs. Have you reached that little trail of hair a your belly button?"

He has every inch of me memorized.

"Yes, Zayn."

"Lower babe. Slowly, slowly. Don't rush love. My hand wraps around your member."

My now throbbing member. It pulsates as my breathing grows heavy.

"I'm stroking up and down, over and over and over-" his soothing voice keeps flowing and I feel lightheaded. "I want you, my star. Burst for me."

I can't believe I'm masturbating and I certainly can't believe I'm having phone sex with my teacher.

"I bet you look like a mess, such a beautiful mess."

I shiver as his voice grows raspy, laden with lust.

I begin fucking my fists the friction unbearable.

"Ohh God Zayn. Z-zayn," his name falls from my lips in a moan.

"So beautiful," he echoes again.

Every muscle tenses as I clench up, my jaw clenching and toes splaying.

"Imagine me sucking you off, the warm, wet familiar heat of my mouth."

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"Best Monday ever," he pants.

I gaze down at the cum that spurted out onto my hand and my stomach.

What a damn mess.

The line grows silent, my room becoming still for several moments before he says in a hushed tone

"d i m i n u e n d o"