Nausea, it was the first thing Zayn felt when he opened his eyes, and a nipple was the first thing he saw, his eyes went wide and pushed himself off of that grip he was in, he fell on the ground with a thud, he looked around the room trying to remember where he was but nothing was there all he could feel was nausea and headache he stood up with a groan and stared at the figure on the bed.

"Harry?" he whispered, then he felt the pain on his ass, something that definitely wasn't from falling on the ground.

"HARRY WAKE UP!" he shook Harry; whole bed was moving.

"Wha?" Harry mumbled, his voice husky.

"get up you dick what have you done?!" Zayn hissed.

Harry was silent for a second till it registered what Zayn meant "I did what you begged me to do." Harry stated calmly, looking deep in Zayn's eyes, he was ready for a world war 3.

"I BEGGED? WH-"

"lower your damn voice Zayn, my mom is sleeping!" Harry snapped.

"I DON'T CARE YO-"

"I said lower your voice Zayn before I fucking gag you." Harry whispered in Zayn's ear when he put his hand on Zayn's mouth, Zayn tried to move but Harry was too strong for him.

"I'll show you a proof of what happened last night but before that, you need to calm down." Harry said, as calm and soothing as he could.

Zayn just nodded, he couldn't help but close his eyes when Harry's lips brushed to his ear.

"good," Harry took his hand off "now tell me what you remember from last night?"

"fuck you styles, stop acting like a counselor or something, just give me a good reason why I shouldn't call the cops you rapist?" Zayn demanded, his ass was on fire and he felt like throwing up, he just wanted to get this over with.

"You seriously need to be taught a lesson, but here watch this." Harry shook his head thinking of how he would teach him good manners if Zayn was his, but oh well.

Zayn rolled his eyes but he took the phone from Harry and played the video, it was him, squirming like a fish, looking straight to the lens and begging Harry to touch him, he was shocked to the point that the phone fell off his hand, he sat on the bed, looking at his hand like a statue, it scared the shit out of Harry.

"Zayn... look we have to talk about this I-"

"where is the bathroom?" Zayn asked, looking pale all of the sudden.

"at the end of the hallway-"

And with that Zayn ran out of room with his right hand on his mouth preventing himself from puking on the floor, Harry was right behind him when he hunched over the toilet, throwing up nothing but acid.

Harry sat next to him, slowly patting his back and drawing soothing cycles on Zayn's back.

When he was done, Zayn sat back down on the floor with tears threatening to fall down, his lips wobbling, he didn't want to admit it but he was scared.

"What happened here? Oh god who is that?" it was Harry's mom, she woke up with the sound of someone running and then the horrid sound of gagging, she thought something happened to her baby.

"oh mom you scared me," Harry gasped, sitting next to Zayn.

"shush Harry, who's is he? Is he ok? Does he need to see a doctor?"

"he is my friend, Zayn, and I think he is ok now?" Harry looked at Zayn for confirmation.

"hi, um- yeah I'm sorry to wake you up." it was definitely something Harry didn't expect to hear.

"Alright honey let me know if you needed anything." And with that, she went back to get some much-needed sleep.

"let's get back in my room," Harry stood up and look down at Zayn "come on."

Zayn's eyes were still glossy, he felt weak, he didn't want to get up. he just looked up to Harry, he didn't know how to say that he can't stand up, he just stared at Harry.

"do you need help?" Harry asked, gently.

"I-" he couldn't control the lump in his throat, he started sobbing not knowing how to ask for help.

Harry was shocked he just bent down and carried Zayn to his room, Zayn didn't mean to cling on Harry but he did. he hid his face on crook of Harry's neck, trying to get some comfort, Harry put Zayn down on the mattress and sat in front of him, he didn't know why Zayn was crying like that, he expected to get punched, not this.

"Why are you crying Zayn? Let's talk about this, you are making yourself sick!" Harry was worried for the boy, his face was red his hair was sticking to his forehead due amount of sweat, this was getting out of hand.

When Harry didn't get any answers he slowly rubbed Zayn's back, out of nowhere Zayn sat on his lap, hiding his face on Harry's chest "I'm not gay." he whimpered.

"so that's the problem? Zayn look at me," Zayn looked up from with innocent eyes, Harry took his chin in his fingers "you are who you want to be, don't let the fear of what people might think change what you want to do, just do it, I'm sure you won't regret it."

"Harry you d-don't know what y-you are talking ab-out, I can't be gay!" he stuttered, nuzzling his nose on Harry's chest, Harry chuckled.

"you are too gay, it's unhidable." Harry mused.

"my friends.... They would hate me!"

"then they are not your friends, find new ones," Harry said simply.

"I can't! Oh god, they'll bully me! Yo-you can't tell anyone I-"

"Zayn calm down I won't let that happen,"

"heh, I bully you, you don't fight anyone."

"that's where you are wrong, I didn't want to fight you." Harry whispered as he laid Zayn down and spooned him from behind, he didn't want see his reaction.

"what do you mean?" Zayn asked, he didn't even fight Harry he just tried to relax in his arms.

"why do you think you were my only bully?" Harry mumbled, closing his eyes.

"no way I-"

"let's just sleep, we slept at 5 last night, we have school tomorrow."

Harry did sleep very good cuz he finally got it out of his chest, but Zayn was wide awake, tossing and turning, thinking of how he is gonna come out to his friends and his family, his last option was putting his head on Harry's chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was like a lullaby, he was out within seconds.

Anne had her lunch alone when he saw the boys were sleeping so peacefully she thought they would wake up If they need anything but at 6 pm she wanted to eat dinner and leave for her shift at the hospital so she decided to wake the boys up to have dinner together.

she went upstairs and opened the door of Harry's bedroom, the two boys were still sleeping, she went to Harry slowly shaking him awake.

"Harry wake up baby," she whispered playing with Harry's curls.

"Hey mom, what time is it?" he rasped.

"6:15 honey, wake your friend up to have dinner."

Harry just nodded and fell back on the matters.

"I think I need to leave," Zayn said after some time, he wanted to make sure Harry's mom was out.

"it's late, I can't let you go out alone."

"I'm not a child Harry I can take care of myself." Zayn whispered.

"we'll talk about it after dinner." Harry dismissed the conversation, he just wanted some food right now, he knew Zayn wants to stay too.

Zayn just nodded the smell of food was making him even more hungry.

They both got out of bed, Zayn borrowed some of Harry's clothes and they shuffled downstairs.

"oh finally, you've been sleeping for ages, do you feel better honey?" Anne turned to Zayn and asked him.

"yes ma'am. I'm fine now."

"You can call me Anne hon," she smiled and put some food in the boy's dishes.

After dinner, Anne got ready to go for her shift "boys don't forget you have school tomorrow don't stay up late," she kissed Harry's cheek and left.

"ok so I guess I'll leave too,"

"Yeah... how about no? you'll stay here."

"look it's not even that late, I can call a cab." Zayn took his phone out to call but Harry snatched it out of his hand.

"Nope, first of all, we have to talk about last night and second you haven't done your math homework and I know you won't do it when you get home."

"but i-"

"don't even try... just bring your homework we'll talk when we want to sleep."

Zayn didn't protest, he wanted to stay and figure out why he is getting butterflies when Harry touched him, talked to him or even looked at him.

After one hour of trying to solve math problems, Zayn was back to his rude self.

"Zayn look it's not that hard, just listen to me." Harry tried again.

"You make it sound like I'm stupid! You are just shit at teaching!" he regretted cursing instantly but Harry have had enough and he was in deep when he saw Harry is looking at him too calmly like he knew exactly how to fix the problem.

Harry stood up from the couch and made his way upstairs, Zayn was shocked he thought he would get punished like last time, he didn't know if he should feel relieved or not.

After 2 minutes Harry came back with something in his both hands.

"what are those for?" Zayn asked when he saw the black plastic thingy.

Harry just put them on the table and sat down "over my lap,"

"no Harry I'm old enough to curse! What makes you think that you can punish for it?"

Harry rolled his eyes "no Zayn cursing at people is bad and you obviously don't know that I'm willing to teach you." he made a move to grab Zayn's hand but he backed away.

"the thing is Harry you are not my father or my boyfriend! You don't have any right to punish me, don't you dare to even touch me you pervert!"

"oh but Zaynie that wasn't what you begged me to do last night, I'm sure you remember now," Harry said as he got closer to Zayn "do you remember begging me to touch you? to kiss you? to make you cum? Do you remember how good I made you feel?" their lips brushed together, Zayn was speechless, he wanted to protest more but it was like his mind went blank.

"s-so what? I-I had a lo-lot of one-nightstands," he stuttered, gazing at Harry's lips.

"I believe that needs to stop too," Harry whispered as he laid Zayn down on the couch.

"do you want a kiss Zayn?" Harry asked, coming closer to Zayn's face, Harry just wanted to tame Zayn enough to stop his fighting.

"I-" he tried to push Harry away but Harry took both of his wrists in his hands and locked them above his head.

"you might wanna think about it before answering," Harry whispered to his ear, licking then biting his earlobe, he knew that was his sweet spot.

Zayn closed his eyes and let out a shaky moan, "do you want to be mine Zayn?" he sucked Zayn neck, trying to make him remember no one can make him feel like Harry could.

Zayn was taking everything in, he was just moaning he didn't respond to Harry well not verbally.

"is that a yes Zayn?" Harry asked grinding their clothed dicks.

That was when Zayn lost it, he knew he wanted to feel this way for the rest of his life "yes! Yes, Harry oh god," he threw his head back moaning when Harry stopped, he picked Zayn up and laid him over his knees.

"ok that's good, now back to your punishment,"

To say Zayn was shocked would be underestimated, his eyes went wide and his mouth was ajar, "but Harry- but you- no- let's just-" his voice caught in his throat when Harry landed a hard spank on his bare ass.

"first of all its 'sir' now and second if you let me insert these on you I'll punish you tomorrow," Zayn wanted to roll his eyes on the 'sir' part but he remembered the punishment part and he maintain himself.

"I-I'll be a good boy" he just thought he could dissuade Harry tomorrow.

Harry didn't respond "what are you going to put in me?" Zayn asked, putting his cheek on the couch seat, looking straight in Harry's eyes.

"a vibrator and a ring, don't give me those eyes Zayn," those Bambi eyes could ask anything from Harry and he would give...

Zayn playfully closed his eyes, smiling knowing that he would slide away from the punishment tomorrow.

Harry didn't mind him, he just lubed up the vibrator and slowly inserted in in Zayn's hole, he turned Zayn around to put the ring on him.

"can we skip the ring? Please?"

"no," Harry said simply cuz he knew Zayn wasn't trained to hold his orgasm.

Zayn moaned with a simple touch of Harry "but it h-hurts" Zayn said when Harry was done.

"that's the point, now let's get ready for bed," Harry said as Zayn groaned in discomfort.

They both got under the duvet in Harry's bed, as Harry tried to spoon Zayn, he pushed him away "don't touch me, I'm already in pain." he backed away and slept as far away as he could, Harry was a little mad but he understood, it was Zayn's first time after all.

At 6 am the alarm went off, waking Harry up first, he decided to let Zayn sleep more, he knew Zayn needed more sleep than him.... like a baby.

He did his morning routines and got changed, it was 6:30 when he choose to wake him up.

He knew by just calling him he won't budge "now we'll watch the twink twerk," and he turned the vibrator on, that thing was exactly on Zayn's prostate, so in a second he was awake and literally shaking.

"AHHH," Zayn tried to sit up but the thing was on its highest level so he just went on four putting his ass up high in the air, he wasn't even awake enough to see Harry sitting on a chair enjoying his view too much.

After 2 minutes he started humping the mattress, obviously ready to cum, that was when he remembered why he couldn't cum "Harry please, I'm so close!" he cried out.

Harry just stood quiet trying not to touch himself when he saw Zayn was leaking, he turned it off completely.

"We can't let you cum, remember? Its punishment day!" he sat next to Zayn shaking the controller in his face.

"it's hurting," Zayn mumbled, looking down at his now purple dick.

"now I'll change your clothes then schoooooool!" he ignored Zayn, just wanted to get to school, the best part of today.

They were sitting on the bus to get to school when Harry saw Zayn is shaking his legs "why are you this nervous Zayn? It's gonna be fun,"

"worst day of my life... I'm coming out to my friends... do you know what that means?!" he bites his lips to prevent himself from screaming.

"don't worry about it I've got you,"

"how?! It's not tha-"

"you want to come out? I'll help you through it just relax." Harry whispered as he put his hand on Zayn's knee, stopping him from shaking it.

When they got to school, everyone was looking at them in a weird way, like they were aliens, Harry just took Zayn's hand and led him in the crowd to the locker rooms.

"Zayn I'm gonna use the loo, just wait for me," he said regretting the amount of coffee he had this morning, Zayn just nodded, lost in his own world.

Harry was washing his hands when he heard it, the crowd chanting 'fight, fight, fight'

He ran out to see Zayn pushing a small kid to a wall, punching his stomach, he was angry yes, but more than just being angry he was disappointed.

He just took the controller out of his pocket and turned it on, low speed, just a warning.

Zayn stopped for a second, his fist in the air, he turned around and saw Harry's tall figure in the crowd, looking at him with threatening eyes.

Everyone was waiting for the punch land on the poor lads face, he had to do it, and he did.

All Harry could see was red, he sat the vibrator on its full speed, watching Zayn fall on the ground hands around his stomach, acting as if his stomach is in pain.

People's eyes went wide, no one dared to get closer to the moaning and sweating lad, but Harry did, he made his way towards Zayn, he sat in front of him, making him lookup.

"what's wrong Zayn?"

"i-it hurts," he cried out, he was afraid people might see the big tent in his tight jeans, the embarrassment was killing him.

"let's get you out of here then." Harry picked Zayn up with ease, if it wasn't for the amount of pressure on him, Zayn would've protested, but he just wanted out.

Harry took him to one of the empty classes and closed the door.

"what the fuck was that Zayn? You just made your punishment even worse."

"I-I didn't w-want to do i-it!"

"don't tell me those so-called friends of you asked you to."

"p-please I-" he wanted to cum, he was loaded from this morning.

"and you accepted?! I don't even know how to punish you!" he had all his 'ingredients' in his house.

"n-no ple-please, just t-turn it off," Zayn was shaking, Harry made him stand up straight.

"no," Harry said thinking about a good punishment for this situation, ignoring Zayn mewls.

"the collar, that's it." he whispered, taking it out of his bag.

Zayn was standing next to the teacher's table, his hands on it trying not to collapse when Harry came from behind, trying to put the collar on him.

"Zayn! Don't move."

"wh-what i-s this?! You c-can't do it!" if it wasn't for the ring, he would've come 3 times by now.

Harry took some of the Zayn's hair in his fist, stopping him from moving "ow."

"Zayn don't even try to test me, I'm so mad that I won't hesitate to spank you in the schoolyard." Harry spat directly next to Zayn's ear.

"i-it's too much!" he cried, tears running down on his cheeks.

"maybe next time you'll remember this before bulling," Harry snapped and leashed Zayn.

"I want you to wear this the whole day if I see you behave, I'll take it off tomorrow," he said as he turned the vibrator down.

"let me cum. Please, please, please," Zayn ranted, he was positive that he would pass out if he doesn't cum.

Harry thought about it for a second and turned the ting off "not now,"

"y-you can f-fuck me, b-but pl-"

"I know I can fuck you, you are mine to use after all," he said as touched Zayn dick, hard, to see how close he is to orgasm.

"let's take this off," Harry unzipped Zayn's jeans and with one hand in Zayn's boxer, looking at any sign of cuming he took the ring off, slowly.

"don't cum, not just yet." he was trying to train him now, to see how long he can hold it.

Zayn nodded, closing his eyes.

"let's get to class we are late." Harry demanded, it was literally his first time being late, ever.

The hallway was clear; no one was there to see Zayn in that collar.

Harry knocked on the chemistry class door, slowly opening the door.

"Mr. styles why are you late?" the teacher asked "is that Mr. Malik? is he ok?" she asked when he saw how drained of energy Zayn looked.

"Sorry ma'am I was tutoring him, we just lost the tim-"

"since it's your first time, I'll let it slide, take a seat please."

They sat at the end of the class since all the other seats were taken.

10 minutes later Harry saw Zayn was talking to some guy next to him, making fun of someone, he decided it was time for a good, long-lasting orgasm.

So he turned it on, Zayn sat up straight, looking at his right to Harry, when he saw the smirk, he knew he was in deep.

"ma'am, can I-"

"no Mr. Malik no going out for you." his plan flopped.

Harry texted him "now you get what you wanted, cum for me baby."

When he saw Zayn read the text he turned it on the full speed, Zayn put his head on the table, his hand on his lips, he was so close.

Harry knew he came when he heard the very desperate whimper, probably the whole class knew what happened, when Zayn looked up his hand on his crotch area, obviously still coming.

"be ready to thank me later baby ;)" Zayn read on his phone, looking down at his pants, then at Harry, hoping that Harry could solve this wet problem.

Harry was happy cuz he knew he helped Zayn come out, it was the hardest way, but they both enjoyed it.