Anything Can Happen (Zarry AU)

Chapter 3

Quick note before the chapter starts:

I know it may seem boring right now, but I promise it'll get better! Setting up the story is always the most boring, trying to define each character that you want to portray. If you stick with it, however, things will get a lot more interesting. Even this chapter has a little bit of drama in it!

Thanks for reading. :) Now read, read, read!

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“Um, hi.” I said, feeling slightly awkward.

“Sam? How do you know Zayn?” Harry asked.

“Oh, we bumped into each other in the hall. And I invited him to the party on Friday.” He smiled triumphantly.

“Oh, you mean at Dean’s house?” Harry asked, and he looked a little disappointed.

“Yeah. It’ll be the best party of the year!” Sam exclaimed.

Harry turned to me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure you want to go to that? They can get a little intense… Even I prefer not to go to those.”

“Aww, don’t be a buzz kill, Haz! He’ll have fun!” Sam looked at me expectantly.

“Err, yeah, I guess so. Are you going, Harry?” I turned to the curly haired boy.

“I am now.” He muttered.

Surely I hadn’t heard that correctly, I don’t know why my decision swayed his at all. “What?”

He just shook his head and mumbled ‘nothing’ before getting up and walking over to a table of girls that instantly welcomed him to the conversation. But he didn’t look to be as enthusiastic as they did, for he just sat there with a blank look on his face with the occasional glance towards me and Sam.

“Trust me, babe, you’ll have a good time.” Sam grabbed both of my hands in his and smiled warmly at me. I returned it weakly before pulling away looking down at my hands that were twisting themselves together on my lap.

“Do you know Liam?” I finally spoke up.

“Who doesn’t know Liam? He’s that fag that hangs out with Niall.” He spat malevolently.

“Harsh. Why?” I was taken aback by his words; Liam seemed to be a great guy! Who wouldn’t like him with his calm demeanor and puppy dog look?

“Him and his boyfriend.” He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I gasped. “You’re homophobic, aren’t you? But that doesn’t make sense; you were practically flirting with me seconds ago!”

“It’s different.” He mumbled.

“No, it’s not. You-“ And I froze, immediately understanding. “You’re jealous.” I smirked.

“Nooooo I’m not.” He whined.

I reached over and pinched his cheeks. “Sammy’s jealousssssss.”

And then my eyes widened and I let go of him, picked up my bag, and walked away. Why do I keep letting myself do that? These people will die if I get close to them, so what’s the point? Liam, Niall, Louis, Eleanor, Sam, even Harry. Sweet, kind Harry will be dead because of me. I slumped down on the wall outside the cafeteria and put my head in my hands.

I sat there, drowning in my own thoughts for about ten minutes before the bell rang again. Students rushed past me, not even sparing a glance before strutting down the hall, happily chatting to their friends. I wish I could do that; be close to someone, even if it’s just one person. The first one to come to my thoughts was the curly haired boy with electric green eyes. Did I have a crush on him? Maybe so; but I can’t act on it. So I’ll just have to forget about him.