Love & Hate and Friends & Lovers (Zouis/Larry)

35. Exams

“What’s wrong?” Hazza raises his eyebrows, instantly knowing something is up.

“Nothing,” I smile reassuringly. And it’s true. As much as it pains me that Zayn felt so awful about it, it makes me happy. Yeah I am at ease with Hazza. It feels so natural, so good. It’s all I need. He is all I need.

Hazza gives me space when I need it, comforts me whenever I feel lonely and makes me laugh whenever I feel sad. He is just so amazing through all of this and I can’t be more grateful to have such a wonderful person in my life.

It was always Hazza. Hazza was always the one I could count on. He was there for me and did basically everything for me. And now I want to give back; I want to be there for him, love him and make him happy. Yeah, I especially want to make him happy. He deserves it and I want to do it. I want to be there for him as he is there for me. I love him so much.

“I want to grow old with you,” I add.

Hazza looks at me with the biggest smile on his face since ages. It’s his special smile that he only shows when he looks at me. His most loving smile which shows off his cute dimples, make the corners of his eyes crinkle and make his green eyes sparkle.

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It’s a Tuesday, I’m in the middle of my exams and where am I right now? At a hardcore party. It’s a simple, illegal party at a secluded, empty house. It’s nothing spectacular (what can you expect on a Tuesday?) but it is exactly what I need.

I hadn’t seen Zayn for over two weeks, until yesterday at our first exam. As long as I didn’t saw Zayn I could at least try and make a poor attempt of not missing him. And as much as I yearned for him, I slowly but surely felt a bit better, less heartbroken. I still missed him like crazy, but it didn’t hurt so much as the first two weeks.

But then as I suddenly saw him again on Monday and all the pain came rushing back in. Yesterday was the first time he looked back at me as I walked inside the room. When our eyes connected his serious expression faltered and he looked at me with a pained expression. He looked sad, very sad. It was overwhelming to see the pain in his eyes, I just wanted to scream. I was the reason that he was like this. I did it. It killed me so much to see him and his pain that all I wanted to do was go to him, talk to him and even kiss him.

I did nothing.

Instead I sat down on my place and repeated that this is for the best. It’s over, it’s okay. But when the examiner gave me my exam all I could think about was Zayn. I tried to concentrate on my exam, but my vision kept showing me the look on Zayn’s face when our eyes connected.

I couldn’t handle the fact that I caused his sadness and I kept thinking about it even after my exam. I couldn’t focus on studying; I couldn’t even talk with Hazza to make me feel better. There was only one thing that could take my mind off of Zayn and his beautiful face and sad expression, or at least partly. Partying. 

So that is why I’m here at a hardcore party with XTC running through my veins. Hakken on the music, going along with the beat. Dancing like a fool and feeling the bass in my body, like I’m one with the music. The music possesses me. I can only feel the music and there is nothing like it. The adrenaline rush, it makes your go numb, go in a trance. And that is all I want. To forget everything and just feel the music, feel the drugs in my body. Feel the greatness of life.

“HARDCORE TILL WE DIE!” I scream with one hand in the air as I keep dancing.

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I am freaking exhausted as I sit down for my Science Exam. I practically partied until I fell down on the ground. Because of the adrenaline and the wonderful feeling I had during the party I didn’t even feel tired. It was my way to escape and I finally was able to. I finally could forget about everything. I didn’t worry about my mom, about my exams, my future, about Zayn or about Hazza. For the first time in forever I didn’t feel guilty or felt like I let someone down. I felt amazing, like I could handle anything. Like the world was just the beginning of my greatness, I could do all, achieve all.

Unfortunately, that amazing feeling completely dies the next day. When you wake up it feels like the worst hangover you have ever experienced. You feel sad, depressed and unbalanced. Yesterday it seemed like the greatest idea of all time, but at the moment it feels like the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done. Obviously it doesn’t even come close to the stupidest thing I’ve done. I’ve done worse, far worse. The decisions I made this year are proof of that. Basically I’m just such a failure. Ugh.

I don’t look at Zayn this time. I don’t want to see his face or even acknowledge his presence. I know he is in the room, but I ignore it. It’s something I’m not very good at, but at least I can try.

As the teacher walks to my table to give me my exam I want to ignore that as well. Why bother trying? Why sit here feeling fucking miserable when I know I’ll fail my exam and probably all my exams?

All the teachers, especially Ms. Boonstra, always reminded us how your future depends on these few weeks. They say it in the most subtle way possible: ‘if you fail you will be nowhere, you will be forever washing dishes. Is that what you want?’ Basically they say: don’t fuck it up or you won’t achieve anything. And that should make people feel better? It’s bloody ridiculous!

“And it’s time to start, good luck.”

I stare at my pieces of paper. Right now washing dishes seems like a wonderful job. Just something simple. No worries, just dishes. I can’t possibly fuck that up too can I?

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After my horrible exam I ride back to my home. I still feel gloomy and like I can’t do anything right. My instinct is to call Hazza, wanting him near me. But Hazza is working on a project with fellow students and I don’t want to bother him. If I would call him to tell him I’m not feeling well he would instantly come over. I don’t want him to ditch his fellow students because I’m such a fucking mess. This failure needs to handle things without Hazza.  

I arrive home, step of my bike and lock it, and walk to the backyard, hearing laughter. As I move closer I see Tom and Cas playing football. My mother is sitting on a bench, looking at them with a satisfied smile on her face. She is still not back to her old self, but there is a certain light in her eyes.  I see happiness.

“Be careful!” she yells at the boys as Tom kicks the ball in her precious plants.

Suddenly I think back to my own childhood.

We had a swing in the garden, which my father had made himself. It was made out of wood and it creaked terribly. But that didn’t bother me at all, I loved it. I loved the feeling of flying, of going as high as possible. My mother however was terrified of that thing. She always kept an eye on me whenever I was on the swing. She was absolutely sure that one day that thing would break. I laughed and swung while my mother looked at me anxiously. With each cracking sound she screamed frightened: “careful! Not too hard.”

I loved the swing and I didn’t feel any fear whatsoever, until the accident. Apparently (although I barely remember) the rope broke on one side. I fell down and broke my wrist. It was the first time I broke something and I cried loudly, feeling the worst pain a kid could feel. Before the accident I faked a lot of tears and pretended that I fell all the time, but after that time I didn’t. The fun about faking pain was completely gone.

“Hey love,” my mother calls me as she waves at me.

I snap out of my daze and look back at her. She smiles at me with motherly warmth and love. Back then when I broke my wrist my mother was there to comfort me. And even now when I’m older I know she is still there for me.

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