Two days passed after that, I had moved on clearly, I avoided him as much as possible, just only stayed in canteen till my lunch was finished, stop stalling my time in the locker aisle, even stopped looking at him whenever we would cross across each other. I shut my locker, saw Him crossing by me and all my will power, my strong desire to ignore him was broken with his one look.
Maybe I still do care.I got in the class, submitted the assignment, again trying to get back with my academics, can't let him to ruin that. I sat on my seat near the window so I can easily procrastinate by looking outta window and find my inspiration to draw.
Zayn, how many times I've told you to stop with this nonsense drawings of yours! It's gonna lead your career path to nowhere. You have no future in this drawing.
You better take business and finance as your majors and stop wasting your time with this art. It's pathetic and I DON'T WANT YOU TO CONTINUE WITH THIS MESS YOU'VE MADE.
I'm gonna dump your art supplies so you better not distract yourself and focus on your studies.I remember how much I cried that day after my mom's. I shut my eyes, tried not to remember much about that day, but yeah after that I stopped drawing. I still draw but only to free my mind.
"Zayn, you better tell me what's going on with you, I've been noticing you and I know something is wrong" I don't even remember when I got outta class, he's right, I am being absent minded.
"Nothing... It's just.. Umm.. My Dad, he's being difficult, taunting and yelling to focus on studies and don't get distracted"
I looked down.
"Yeah.. Hey you know what, crash at my place today, you and me we'd finally get some time and just shit bout our lives"
Lou chuckled, "I'll ask Niall if he can make it".
I raised my brows " Yah sure, dad gonna be soh much more disappointed" I chuckled too.
"Chill mate, see at my place then"
I nodded.I came back home, dropped my bag and sat on my couch. I wanted to sleep, I've not been sleeping much because of Him and studies. My phone rang I checked,
One unread messageHarry -
Yo, what you doing?.My heart stopped, did he really text me!! Or have I seen something wrong. I rubbed my eyes. It was Him. I smiled like an idiot. Not again Z, don't be excited.
I'll reply him after an hour.I got up from the couch went to my room, cleaned it cause it was messy af fuzk. Ughh I can't do this anymore.
I took my phone and opened our chat.Zayn-
Just got back home, cleaning my room.
What about you?I threw it on the bed, cause I know he'll take his time to reply like 4hrs something. I rolled my eyes. I heard the notification sound. I quickly grabbed it.
He replied, damnn since when did he reply me this fast.
My hands were getting clammy.Harry -
Pfft, nothing just getting bored.
Do you have any plans for right now?Damnnn what does he mean by that!!! Chill Z just act cool! Don't let your gaurd down.
Zayn-
Umm, not really, just have to finish this assignment.Harry -
Sweet, finish that and come to my place.
Cool?Zayn-
Oh okayy, around 5:30?Harry -
Make it 5.I rolled my eyes, obviously has to be his way.
Zayn-
Okayy, 5 then.Harry -
10th floor, Blue Heights, Bailey Avenue.I turned my phone off and headed to study table and completed my assignment.
I was getting ready, what should I wear??
Jacket? Nahh it would be too much, I'm just going his house.
I picked my black T and black jeans cool, simple yet decent.I was already running late, I don't wanna reach late, ughhh why am I so much bothered with his 'disappointment'.
Chill Z, don't be harsh on yourself.I was standing outside his building. I went inside, pressed the lift button, got inside it. Started doing my hair, my T shirt, rubbed my face with hands.
I was standing outside his door, I rang the door bell. He took some time obviously.
He opened the door, his hair were messy, yellow T shirt with black sweatpants effortlessly Hot.
"Come in" I nodded, went inside and he shut the door.
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Fanfictionall he knew that He just drives him craZee ~New at writing #2 bottom Z :D #1 compulsive #5 control #1 persuasion #1 gaslight #1 controlling