Swear On You, My beloved! (ZARRY)

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The whirring sound of the death-on-wheels looking motorcycle brought everyone's attention to the raven haired guy, who was well aware of all the eyes on him. He didn't shy away from all these desperate, wishful gazes towards him but no one piqued his interest. The corridors were filled with busy students, pacing around hurriedly as it was the day of the intra-university debate.

Zayn wasn't much interested in these silly war of words which usually had a pre-planned decision. He simply didn't understand the need to exert all the energies over something so trivial. He wouldn't spare his time even if his life were on the line. It was just his opinion though.

"You know you wouldn't lose your popularity if you dated someone. See all those longing gazes, Malik. Be a little compassionate, will ya", Louis chimed as he and Liam joined Zayn, as they made their way through the corridors towards their block.

"Nah. They're just not my type", Zayn shrugged with a chuckle as his friends facepalmed.

"People might think you're a lonesome, anti-social, cynical old man. What did you even do the Zayn Malik who loved parties and flirting like it was his last day on Earth?", Louis smirked while Zayn just chose to keep quiet.

"You've really changed, Zayn. I can't exactly put a finger on what. But definitely there's something different about you now", Liam narrowed his eyes at his best friend, as though he was trying to understand.

"You guys really -", Zayn was cut off by a very familiar voice.

"Privatizing Social Security can boost workers' rate of return by allowing retirement contributions to be invested in private assets, such as stocks, which yield a better return than the present pay-as-you-go retirement system. This point must be included Niall. Why didn't you tell me my defense was so weak?", Harry's slow yet annoyed voice made him halt his steps immediately.

His golden eyes searched the corridor for the owner of the soothing voice. His eyes finally set on the curly haired angel who seemed to have captivated him in every possible way. Harry was totally unaware of his admirer, since he had his back towards him while he was scolding his best friend. Zayn's gaze roamed around the guy's stiff suit-clad shoulders and he didn't have any doubt that he looked formal and ethereal. His friends noticed that he stopped to look at the curly haired guy but never knew the reason.

"C'mon, Zayn. It's just a boring debate competition. We rather go to the music and art wing instead of these sleep-inducing arguments", Louis coaxed Zayn breaking the trance he was in.

"Actually, I had to make a visit to the office room, guys. You two go ahead, I'll join you in some time", Zayn excused, trying to act genuinely. Liam looked at him for a moment before slowly nodding and walking away with Louis.

Zayn walked towards Harry, looking around at the students, trying to make it seem like a coincidence.

"Zayn, you're here, mate? Going to the debate room too?", Niall questioned excitedly, making Harry whip his head so fast towards the raven haired guy.

"Uh... Debate?", He questioned as though he didn't know.

"Yeah, Harry is gonna be on the team. He's damn good at this. You must come along", Niall spoke as Harry just stood blank faced.

"Uh... Umm.. I'm not sure if y'all want me there", he replied, his eyes looking at Harry expectantly.

"Harry won't mind. You get to see future lawyer in action", Niall convinced as Zayn's eyes looked at Harry for confirmation.

He just nodded his head without a word, silently asking him to come along. Zayn almost got hurt until he saw Harry's action. The three boys made their way towards the elevator, as the Debate room was on the fourth floor and they had less than thirty minutes left for it to begin.

"Oh shit. I left the case file in our class, H. I'll quickly retrieve it", he facepalmed, turning his heel.

"I'll come with you too", Harry said bursting Zayn's happy bubble.

"No. You both go ahead. We've got only twenty minutes. I'll meet you there", he walked back without giving anyone the chance to speak.

The two boys stood quietly, waiting for the elevator to reach the ground. They didn't know what to say or how to break the comfortable silence they had between them. As the elevator doors opened, Zayn gestured Harry to get in before walking in behind him. The doors closed almost immediately as the silence still continued. Silence was golden someone had said but not at this juncture.

"Good luck", Zayn mumbled, his voice lower than usual. He wasn't sure if Harry even heard him.

"Thank you", the other guy mumbled in an equally lower voice.

Neither of the two knew the reason why they just couldn't speak to each other casually.

"Remember that-", he was cut off when Harry cleared his throat before walking out and Zayn followed him behind without talking anymore. Harry walked straight into the room, confidently and phlegmatically but Zayn stayed behind near the door, finding himself a good place from where he could see the stage clearly without a distraction.

The debate had been going on for the past forty five minutes and Zayn zoomed out everyone's words, as he fixed his gaze on the way Harry sat looking so regal and elegant. He always had an aura of poise and grace around him and that's something Zayn always admired. Harry felt eyes on him as he looked around but he couldn't find anyone as Zayn ducked quickly. He sighed in defeat believing that Zayn indeed left.

"Privatizing the Social Security system is a hot-button topic, as we all know", Harry began his part as Zayn literally got lost into the way he spoke. It was different from the usual slow talk as his statements were calculated and strong, while looking so comfortable in his element as though he was born to do this.

"Didn't know the office room was relocated here", Louis sassy voice brought Zayn back to reality. He turned so quickly, trying to act nonchalant.

"Oh. I was just passing through the corridor. Nothing more", Zayn replied coolly while his heart raced uncontrollably.

"Didn't know you were into fake blonde bimbos", Louis teased, confusing Zayn to no end. "Lad, you were totally looking at that blondie. What's her name? Tata?", he spoke not really knowing the truth.

"Tara", Zayn corrected his friend.

"See? You even knew her name", Louis' eyes were wide in shock.

"No. Actually I was only walking by. Nothing much", Zayn tried to convince but failed.

"Louis? Mate! It's been so long", Niall's overly excited voice broke their conversation abruptly.

"You're here? Where's Mr. Topper then?", Louis ignored Zayn for now as he started talking with Niall.

"He'll be here. Was on the debate team", he replied as Harry walked out of the room.

"Hey Mr. Topper didn't know you have such interests too, other than stalking me of course", Louis teased as Harry just rolled his eyes at him. His eyes immediately found Zayn's as he opened his mouth when he was cut off by Louis again. "Do you know that cute blondie there? Tata or whatever?", Louis asked the two friends.

"You mean Tara?", Harry questioned with frowned eyebrows. "I do know her. My opponent though. Why?", he asked curiously.

"Zayn has a crush on her, actually. He was looking at her until I caught him red handed", Louis said, making Zayn's eyes widen in shock as Harry looked pissed off to no end.

"Oh? Why couldn't your friend talk to her directly?", he seethed which went unnoticed by the two boys but Zayn did.

"I don't-", Zayn began as Harry turned on his heel and walked away without sparing another glance to anyone around. He sighed tiredly, shaking his head at Louis before heading in the same direction where the green-eyed guy went.

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