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Niall's Pov:

I didn't need a stupid tutor! If a teacher can't encourage me to do my work some stuck up snob wont have a chance either! Why can't people see I want to be left alone?! It's not hard to see! I didn't mix with education, I couldn't understand it. I had dyslexia, I took my time why can't people just bloody leave me alone! This so called tutor doesn't even have a teaching degree, So why should I trust him? Why does he get to be in control of my work/education when he doesn't even have a degree?! I tried to talk my parents out of forcing me to have the tutor but they didn't really give a shit how I did at school. See my parents cared more for my brothers future then mine. I love music for me it's a way of life, I can sit down, pick up a guitar, Strum some cords and appreciate the blissful sounds filling my ears. Of course to my parents this was a bunch of crap. They didn't care for anything I did, nothing I ever did seemed to please them, Which is why I gave up trying. In a sense I became a bit of a prat. If I can't make my parents proud whats the point in trying? This past year has been a rough one for me I care not to go into it. Nobody would be here when the tutor arrives maybe I could just not let the dude in? Then again the head would find out and my ass would be thrown out faster then I could say the word tutor. 

Since I had the tutor I decided there was no point attending school today. 4:30 on the dot the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes before walking to the door, I had all my arguments planned out but once I opened that door all my arguments flew out the window. I opened the door to a sight I didn't expect. There was boy there with tan skin, The most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I'd ever seen, The amazing jet black hair done up not a hair out of place, I don't know who this boy is but fuck me he was gorgeous I've never seen anything so perfect. 

"Niall Horan?" He asked his voice was just as angelic, I think I died and went straight to heaven. No joke, I was on cloud nine right now. 

"Yeah?" Was the only word I could get out. 

"Hi, I'm Zayn Malik, I'm well urm your tutor" He said with a small smile on his face. Your actually having a fucking laugh! He was my tutor! My tutor was sex on legs! Maybe spending time with him won't be so bad. Wait! Niall! What are you doing! You don't need a tutor, You don't need to talk to any fucker about your life! Don't get to close to him Niall! I mentally yelled at myself. 

"Well you better come in then" I stepped aside allowing him entrance to my house. As he walked in I couldn't help but stare at his ass, Fucking hell I wouldn't mind having that all up on me. I mentally slapped myself, teenage fucking hormones,I took a deep breath before walking into the sitting room with him. 

"Well Niall, I suppose we should start of with what subject you have the most difficulty with" He said.

"None of them!" I argued.

"According to your grades you need the help" Zayn replied.

"Listen I don't need a tutor and I don't need your help!" I shouted getting defensive.

"Look I know you don't want to do this, And to be quite honest neither do I. But I've been asked by my dad to give you some support with subjects so were both going to have to get on with it" He said calmly.

"Fine" I replied before rolling my eyes. We sat down and he started going through my English essay marking pretty much all of it wrong! Tell you what hes bloody lucky hes got one pretty face otherwise I'd punch him straight in it! He explained to me what I was doing wrong and went over all my spelling mistakes, I felt like I was five years old, This was so embarrassing. Two hours later we finally finished up. 

"Listen Niall, I know about your dyslexia. But you can still do work just as good as the rest of us, You just need to try harder so, Here's my number call me anytime were not in a session and you need help" Zayn said smiling at me.

"Cheers" I mumbled before showing him to the door. 

Zayn's Pov:

Niall Horan there was something about the boy. He had a brain there but there was something holding him back, Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was screaming for help on the inside but not the out, I wasn't going to give in to his act, I would find out what was holding this boys potential back. Even though I had no idea it was going to take me down a long dark road where my loyalties to Niall and myself would be truly tested.