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!! 03. Shy boys.

God, shit, fuck, ahhhhhhh.

When Harry turned his head to the blond man and let his mind drowning in those blue eyes, he didn't realize that they were looking at him. Directly.

Harry turned back to face the front of the class, as he felt his cheeks heat up. He opened hurriedly his notebook and start writing the name of the lesson, and some other stuff to keep himself from crying. He felt terribly embarrassed by his action and wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

The anticipation of what this man could think was killing him. The frustration of his action was building tears in his eyes, and he struggled to keep his breathing even. 

That was what his life looked like with social anxiety. Never being able to feel normal in public, as if every single person around him was watching his every move, and was going to attack him as he did if he was doing something wrong.

Taking a glance at this total stranger was wrong, and he was afraid of what the blue-eyed man could do to him. 

But now he had to calm down, to breath and to stay alive for the next hours of class. 

He only pulled his head up when the teacher entered the classroom. She was a young and beautiful woman, passionate about her job and every hour of class that she gave, was so interesting that Harry thought he wanted to marry this woman. She was living his dream, and she was giving him the motivation he needed to accomplish his it.

"Okay class," her voice was sweet and soft, "Open your notebooks and books. Today we are going to study my most favorite love story," she said with a huge smile.

Harry agreed with her choice. He loved this love story too, and talking about literature used to pull him out of the real world. So he closed his eyes and copied her facial expression, and suddenly the boy wasn't a problem anymore, he only thought about love and words and kissing under the rain. Only for the moment.

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"Tomorrow we'll talk about how the author describes love through his characters. You can go, class." the teacher dismissed the class, and after being temporary in love with the teacher for talking for two hours straight about his favorite book, Harry realized that he needed to go out of the classroom. Right now. He didn't want to run into this curly lad because he didn't want to explain himself for this eye contact and get hurt.

He packed his stuff back in his grey bag pack and nearly knocked the gross couple out of his way to run away and hide in Zayn's arms.

But there were a lot of people going out of the class at the same time. Too many people. He felt the blue eyes on his back and knew that they were following him. He tried to contain his tears as he was bumping into other students that weren't happy by the action.

Once he was out in the hallway and was sure to not run into the blond guy, he walked as fast as he could to the bathroom. He checked if anyone was here and locked himself in one of the stalls.

He threw his bag on the floor and sat on the toilet. He couldn't hold the tears anymore and start crying in silent. It wasn't sad or fear tears. It was anxiety tears. He needed Zayn. He needed to breathe and calm down, before doing an episode.

No, it wasn't one. It couldn't be. But it wasn't far from being one.

He heard the door of the bathroom and footsteps. He tried to hold his breath.

"Harry ?" it was a familiar voice, "Harry, love it's me. Zayn. I saw you walking in here," his voice was soft and full of love for his best friend.