The Twin Rose of Evil (Dark Ziall vs. Narry) [Boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty

Zayn glanced back to Louis and just shrug his shoulder–unconcern about something on them– then turn around to walk away from them and head his way to his classroom, he gripped the notebook on his hand so hard that his knuckles turns to white when he saw Harry and his brother so close to each other.

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The bell rang indicating for lunch. Louis and Zayn plans to eat their food outside the football field and watch some of their freshmen players to do some warm-up for the incoming competition at the end of the month. Both were on the audience bench seat pinpointing who will be the bench players.

"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" Perrie asked as she sat next to Zayn.

"Nothing..." Zayn mumbled then had a bite of his apple.

"I'm not feeling very happy today and it looks like you aren't either," She paused and let out a long sigh, "Did you got scolded because of your mark or–"

"He's just pouting right now," Louis cut him off with a playful smirk on his face.

"Stop it, who said I'm pouting." Zayn muttered, drinking his bottled water.

"You know I'm right about pouting," Louis snickered and continue teasing his friend, "When you saw Niall and Harry standing close to each other at kissing range earlier–"

Zayn stood and grab his tray, "I told you to stop!" He screamed and growled lowly, gritting his teeth.

Louis frowned, "Hey I'm kidding... Why are you being so serious?" He asked.

Zayn didn't answer, only he went to the trash and throw the remaining food and leave them there in the field.

"What's up with him? Honestly–" He sighed, rubbing his temple. Perrie just frowned.

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After the classes ended. Niall– accompanied by Harry– went to hospital to check his bandaged hand if it's healing or not. They were now at the waiting room, waiting to be called by the receptionist to go inside the doctor's room.

"Here–" Harry hold a two piece of pictures on his hand and gave them to Niall, "You can do whatever you want with the pictures, rip them or keep them whatever–"

"How am I supposed to rip them with this hand?" Niall asked raising his brow and his bandaged hand questionly.

"Oh... Right, haha" Harry laughs dryly.

"It's fine," Niall said.

"Want me to rip them instead?" He asked suggestively.

Niall shook his head 'no' and look to him sternly on his eyes, "But why didn't you say at school before?" He asked.

Harry looked down the pictures in his hand, "That's..." He paused, trying to make a good reason about it. "I was afraid you guys might say you don't remember me. You guys don't really care and, and it would be embarrassing if I let you guys know that I missed and liked you for all this years–" He looked to Niall, "You really didn't have any interest with me, right? You forget all about me right?"

Niall's tries to remember all about Harry when they were a child but he can't since he's always alone. All he can recall was their was a delinquent kid with green eyes playing with Zayn.

"No... I don't remember." Niall whispered sadly.

Harry frowned, and went back to look down at the picture and whispered, "You can't even say a little white lie?" He asked with a small smirk forming on the corner of his lips. Hopefully, Niall didn't heard it.

Niall grabbed the photos on Harry's hand and checked the pictures again.

"I don't like this picture. If you're going to keep a picture, you should've kept ones that turned out nice." Niall commented with a disapproving look on his face.

Harry snorted with a chuckle, "What?! You're pretty in there! I couldn't tell you guys apart because you guys had the same hairstyle when you were young kid–"

"What? No. That was only a bit, then my brown hair was flattened and Zayn quiffed up his black hair, remember?" Niall corrected him.

Harry was stunned, his stomach dropped from saying too much.

"Was it? Haha." Harry laughs dryly again, scratching the nape of his hair. "You do look nice with your brunette hair and change it to blond, but if you're obsessed about it, isn't that a problem?" He asked. "Saying you want to go to a salon first when your hand was bleeding so much."

"That's... Because when I was little, Zayn told me flattened hair look nice to me." Niall whispered.

Harry's chest throb for a second.

"I already knew it, but seriously–" Harry glanced to Niall with a disappointed look on his face, "You remember that sort of thing in that kind of situation? A meaningless word Zayn had said a long time ago. A careless actions means so much to you?"

"I'm... Really hurt. Niall." Harry whispered and stood up then started to walk forward and turn left on the corner, leaving Niall in the couch with a sad look on his face. Just as after Harry closes the door, the receptionist called Niall's name to go to the said room.

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When Harry was out in the hospital, he knelt down clutching his long curly hair furiously, cursing out loud.

He can't believe what's happening to himself, he'd never like this before, he can't be jealous over Zayn's little words from his younger brother.

"Fück! Why do I feel like this?!"

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! Kinda busy lately, but it's okay now, I can update three chapters a week, maybe? Who knows? It depends.

It's going to be all about Ziall on the next chapter! More like Ziall drama though. But you'll see someone's true color ;)

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Today's Gif for this chapter is:

Keep calm and imagine Niall kissing Zayn on his music video: