Hey y'all. Go read my new book "What lies within Loyalty" it's a zourry book. ZAYN CENTRIC. Anyways... zaddy was looking really good today 😛😍. I'm so ready to finish this book like I barely remember what happened after this so that's why it's taking me so long to write this...
"Huddle up!" Coach blows his whistle, stopping the drill. He's made us go over the play at least 30 times and honestly I'm not cut out for this shit. "If you haven't caught on yet, congratulations. This is the first day of hell week."
Fuck.
My mom briefly told me about her experience with hell week when she went to Murrow and I was 100% positive I'd never want to go through this. "The football players will be joining us today because we will be running the hill." He informs us.
"Not a hill," I whimper softly. "Forgot you were a freshie," John chuckled, patting my shoulder. "You'll be fine, I gotchu." He assures me, shaking my hand.
We lock our belongings into the locker room and walk out to the outdoor basketball courts to wait for the football team. Soon they come into view, my eyes automatically land on Harry. Having forgotten about him for a second, I was surprised when we locked eyes. He was the first to look away however.
Soon I realize that I am the only underclassmen in the group of surrounding boys. Growing insecure, I scan the crowd in search for some type of support person.
Beside me, John is conversing with some senior about some girl. I walk up to him and tug on his shirt. "Yeah?" He asks. "Could you stay with me?" I ask him vulnerably. "Course," he laughs, pulling me into his chest.
"Any friend of Niall's is a friend of mine and between me and you, you're my favorite friend of his," he smiles down at me. "Thanks," I grin widely, poking his side. I have a gut feeling telling me that someone is looking at me, but I brush it off as nervousness and continue talking to John.
Soon we begin our walk to the stadium, where there is a huge walking trail. The stadium is surrounded by wilderness and trees, which is a great place to torture kids according to Murrow athletics.
When we get to the intimidating hill, we leave our stuff at the bottom. "Alright listen up boys!" Coach Williams (football coach, if y'all forgot) yells. "We'll start with calisthenics to warm up. A light jog half way up the hill," he explains.
"Then we'll start a series a sprints, including some with weights. If you do not complete your reps, everyone will do more. Do your shit right and we won't go over time. You may begin your jog," He then steps out the way.
I start jogging, nervousness building in my core making me more anxious. It was quite stupid for someone with such high anxiety to join such a mental game, yet here I am. Someone with anxiety who is deathly in love with sports.
I noticed that Harry and Ashton are right in line with me but a few feet away. Though I refuse to give him any sort of attention with the way he's been treating me lately. The lagging, the whispering and the staring. I'm good off him.
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It's been about half an hour of running and to say I am tired is an understatement. John ended up being in a different sprint line than me, so I don't have a support person. My emotions, exhaustion along with anxiety make a tense and overthinking mess of myself. My face is flushed bright red, sweat running down my back and chest and I'm panting harshly.
"Next group!" Coach yells. Feeling weak, I step up to the line and getting into stance. "Pick up the weights," he reminds us. I look down at my feet and see the 15 pound weights that seem more like 1000 when I'm running. "Uh Harry? You're with the next group," Coach says, making all of us turn to Harry.
"It's fine Coach, I want to go now." He says looking from me to Coach. "Whatever you want to do man," he says, shrugging his shoulders. He blows the whistle and I'm off. I sprint full speed up the hill with the weights, my thighs, lungs and arms burn while doing so. The hill has curves and turns, by the time you get to the top, the coaches are no where in sight.
At the top, I stop trying to catch my breath. You ever get that feeling that you can't catch your breath and you know your overreacting due to stress but you can't stop it? That's how I feel. I feel a pair of strong arms grasp my shoulders turning me to face them.
"Hey, hey. Look at me," the voice says. I look up and meet Harry's concerned eyes. "W-we have to g-go back down," I pant, pointing down the hill. "No, you need to calm down." He says soothingly, running his large hand down my sweaty back. "I don't know why I'm freaking out," I whimper in frustration.
"You started overthinking Zayn. But it's okay, you're okay. Just breathe," he shows me how I should breathe in and out. Soon my heart rate has gone down and I feel relieved. "C'mon, we've got to go before we get yelled at," he mumbles, guiding me back down the hill.
Luckily they believe Harry's lie when he says, "I was teaching him correct form." Then he walks me over to where his stuff is and sits me down on a rock. "Here," he hands me a bottle of water, then sits next to me. "Why do you look so mad?" I ask after a while of him staring no where in particular with furrowed brows.
"I don't understand why they let you come with us today," he sighs. "umm because I have too?" I replied. "No. This specific hell week workout is for upperclassmen, especially not a freshman." He explains. Once he sees the look of offense on my face he then adds on, "not that you aren't capable but they normally work the freshmans up to level of intensity."
"They basically just threw you in with the shark and that just doesn't sit right with me," he shakes his head. "I'll be fine," I try to assure him but it ends up sounding like a question. "I know you will be, but I'm just worried you'll work yourself up into a frenzy like you almost did earlier," he mumbles, puffing air out his obscenely red lips.
"But you'll be there to calm me down so it'll be okay," I grin, resting my head on his shoulder. "Damn, you're so naive." I hear him mumble under his breath. "I trust you Harry," I say, looking directly into his eyes.
"I'm glad," he replies, pressing a hard kiss to my lips before standing up. "Now let's hurry up and finish these laps."
Filler chapter. I needed Harry and Zayn to be back on good terms for what's gonna happen next...
QOTD: When was the last time you had a true crush on someone? For me it was probably back in March of 2020, we were talking all the way until January. But me and my trust issues just had to go and ruin it. AND I TRULY REGRET IT. I DON'T EVER MISS NIGGAS BUT TRULY MISS THIS BOY. Imma try to get back with him soon but I'm still contemplating. anyways-
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