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Harry didn't look broke after Zayn didn't say the three words back.
Zayn and he were now cuddled on the bed, but Zayn had removed his shirt letting to two's bare skin touch.
"I've got to go to bed, soon," Zayn said his breath hitting Harry's tattooed chest. His glasses slightly slid off and he pushed them back up.
"Why don't you just take your glasses off?" Harry chuckled.
"Because, then I wouldn't be able to see you."
"Contacts?"
"Yeah, I wish."
The room was silent for a few moments before Zayn felt a gentle kiss placed in the top of his head.
"Harry?" Zayn asked.
"Hm," Harry responded against Zayn's hair.
"Can you tell me more about yourself?"
Harry seemed hesitant, but spoke, "Sure."
Zayn's millions of questions vanished and he came up blank. "Uh, what's your favorite color?"
"What a deep question," Harry teased.
"So, what is it?"
"Green. And what's yours?"
"Purple," Zayn smiled.
"That's such a girly color, though."
"No it's not!" Zayn demanded.
"Whatever you say."
Zayn rolled his eyes asking, "Where did you grow up?"
"Homes Chapel, Cheshire," Harry said.
Zayn had heard of the place before, his history teacher used to live there.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yeah, a sister named Gemma."
Gemma, Zayn's favorite female name. What a coincidence, he thought.
All was silent for a few minutes.
"I love you, too, Harry," Zayn whispered as he traced random shapes on Harry's chest and that's how he fell asleep; in Harry's arms.
~
The next day, Zayn walked through the halls like he normally did; alone.
He shut his locker when a voice yelled, "Zayn!"
Ignore him, a voice in the back of his mind commanded.
He walked away in a fast walk.
"Zayn!" Niall yelled again. He ran up and grabbed into Zayn's arm.
Zayn jerked back and turned around, "What?!"
"What did I do?" Niall asked straight forwardly.
Zayn looked at him with an icy glare, "You know what you did! Harry didn't deserve any of the shit you gave him!"
The hallway was now empty, all the students ran off to their first block.
"Harry was never there! You're being paranoid!"
"And, now, you're lying. Do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone, Niall Horan," Zayn spat walking the rest of the way to his first class with rage.
Ms. Eva seemed to have seen this expression on his face when he walked in late, so she didn't bother him.
"Okay, guys, today I want you to draw. I know, I know. You haven't had as much experience in drawing, but I think you all will do well. Now, I want you to draw anything you'd like. But, nothing inappropriate for school. Including penises, Marcus," she said giving a look to a boy in the second row of easels.
Zayn sighed in relief, something simple.
Zayn began to draw a face shape.
He drew the only thing he had drawn every since he laid eyes on the beautiful boy.
When he was finished, Ms. Eva came to see if work with a smile, "My, isn't he a looker. What's his name?"
"Harry," Zayn said proudly, "my boyfriend."
"You're one lucky guy, Zayn," she smiled at him moving onto the next student.
Yeah, I am, he thought, but he just couldn't smile.
When Zayn got home he felt empty. It was as if someone had cut out a hole in his chest.
But, of course, Harry was there to cuddle Zayn.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked.
"No," Zayn sniffled.
"Zayn!" Doniya barged into the room making Zayn shoot up and look at her with wide eyes. She raised an eyebrow, "Why do you look so guilty?"
"Erm, because you caught me with-," he closed his mouth noticing she hadn't even spared a glance at his boyfriend.
"Oh my God! You were watching porn! What the heck? At least lock your door first. So, sorry not sorry, for er interrupting you but Ma's asking for you," she shook her head and closed the door.
Zayn broke down, "I don't understand!" He cried into Harry's chest.
"I-I don't know either, Zaynie," Harry said softly petting his head. "You know I love you, right?"
Zayn looked up at him and smiled, "I know but I love you more."
"Don't start an argument you can't finish," Harry smirked.
"Bring it, Styles."
~
That was the last good moment Zayn had for the next week.
Tricia Malik noticed this and, one afternoon, sat him down to talk with him. "Sunshine, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing, Ma, I'm fine," Zayn said emotionless.
"I know that you're not fine? Is it Niall? I don't see him anymore and you never got over to the Horan's."
"I guess you could say it's somewhat Niall," he murmured.
"What happened?"
Zayn looked at his twiddling thumbs, "I don't know."
"This happens all the time in close friendships, all you have to do is-."
"No, you don't get what I'm saying. It's not just Niall."
"Than what is it?"
"Can I show you something real quick?" He suddenly asked.
"Sure, anything," she agreed.
Zayn got up from his seat and told her to stay before walking up to his room. He found Harry going threw his notepad while laying on his bed. Harry looked up and smiled, "Hey, babe."
Zayn kept the frown on his face and asked, "Can you come 'ere for a second?"
"What do you mean?" Harry sat Zayn's drawings beside him.
"Just follow me," he ordered with that same frown.
Harry got up and followed Zayn down stairs. When he saw Tricia his eyes widened and he hissed, "Zayn!"
"Shut up and c'mon," Zayn snapped back.
Tricia sat with a confused expression.
Zayn gripped onto Harry's wrist and stood in front of his mother. When Tricia didn't look at Harry Zayn's bottom lip began to quiver, "You can see him, can't you, Ma?"
"Zaynie," Harry whispered.
"See who?"
Zayn broke down running up to his room.
"Zayn!" Harry yelled after him.
"Go away, Harry!" Zayn yelled back.
Tricia sat there, shocked, still not knowing what was going on with her little boy.
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I DON'T EVEN LIKE WHAT IS EVERYTHING?! WHAT HAVE I DONE HERE?!
I WAS SO EMOTIONAL WRITING THIS LIKE OH MY FUCK YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW! ANYONE WHO IS REALLY INTO THIS BOOK I'M SO SORRY!
And I left you here and there's only like 3 chapters left. (remember short story)
Anywhore, okay that "whore" in there was not even appropriate right now.
anyWAY, is anyone really liking this?
Do I want to know?
Do I really want to know?
Do I really really want to know?
Do I really really really reALLY want to know?
Do I really really really really-
Yes....
BTW I hate dentists and their stupid speeches and their stupid voices telling me about my small mouth needs braces and my need to floss.
Biotch, IDGAF!
Lots Of Love! LOL
Tori xx