Drawn Out Dreams. [A Zarry Fanfiction.]

Chapter Twenty Three

Harry Styles plodded into the sixth form common room with a lazy smile on his face. He had had another refreshing lunchtime with Zayn, and he had to admit, the more lunches that they both had, the brighter the day seemed for him. An hour with Zayn Malik a day in their tiny little art closet really could refresh his mind, Harry guessed that that was one reason why he kept going back to hang out with Zayn.

Those big brown eyes full of innocence reminded Harry that not everything in this world was screwed up or messed up, and it wasn’t all bad. There was still something precious, something to look forward too. Harry supposed that that was one of the main things he admired most about Zayn, that pure innocence that he carried with him, it was almost enough to make Harry wish that he could see the world through the other boy’s eyes, too. But then he realised how truly fragile the boy was, and quickly thanked whoever was listening up high that he was born as he was. 

His green eyes quickly made contact with Louis and Andy first. The two boys were sat on a couple of sofa chairs in the corner of the common room. Those chairs in particular were basically known as their little group’s chairs, and they always sat there together. The boys were sprawled out messily across the small space, their bags half open on the floor and spewing their contents of books and pens across the rough carpet of the common room.

A smirk was slapped onto Louis’ face, as his blue-grey eyes were hooked onto the mobile phone in his hands. Some new girl was on the scene for either Andy or himself, and the two were reading the texts messages that had been exchanged. They had a habit of doing that, comparing ‘notes’ as such, boasting against each other on who had scored the most. Andy was sat watching Louis excitedly, even though his eyes kept scanning across to the third person sat on the small sofas.

Liam Payne would be sat with a face like thunder. His dusty brown hair was perched above his head framing his perfect yet miserable face. His brown eyes looked misted with annoyance, and Harry couldn’t help but smile. Liam’s mood swings were fairly laugh worthy at times, especially when they were over something silly.

Hearing the boy curse and moan after losing a piece of work or his phone deciding to not co-operate really was something that made Harry chuckle, but only behind closed doors. The last time he had laughed at one of Liam’s ‘baby tantrums’, as they called them, he had ended up being shunned for a week. A very long, awkward week.

The first to look up and see Harry coming over was Andy. He flashed a grin in Harry’s direction, before looking back at Louis. Harry flung his bag down and flopped down onto the small sofa with a sigh. Louis looked up at him with a cheeky smirk, passing the phone in his hands back to Andy.

“Hazz!” Louis greeted, and Harry smiled back, before two cold brown eyes suddenly torpedoed into his own, and the curly haired boy looked up to be met with the cold look that Liam Payne was sending him.

“You alright?” Harry greeted them all, looking away from his moody best friend and towards Andy and Louis instead. Liam would stay quiet, and Louis leaned forward.

“Yeah, but we’ve been trying to track you down all lunch! Liam,” Louis started, and Harry slowly glanced over to Liam, as the boy finally spoke up. Brown eyes flashed a hint of mischief, and Harry wondered what exactly he had missed when he had been in the art closet with Zayn, avoiding the rest of the world as much as possible.

“Made you lunch. But we all forgot that you were in Business revision, and you kind of went AWOL for a bit.” Liam chuckled, and suddenly his harsh facial features melted into a soft smile. As Andy and Louis chuckled a little too, Harry couldn’t help but wonder why one minute Liam looked like a broke kid in a sweet shop, and then a rich kid in a sweet shop the next.