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Study Break

The first week of December carried various meanings.

Time-wise, it was the last month of the year, in which people try to send it off with a bang consisting of bold acts, good times, and festive fever.

Weather-wise, it was a freezing, unsettling winter wonderland (minus the wonder) featuring unpredictable but still very much cold weather where one day it was snowing like mad, reaching up to the knees, one day where everything was frozen solid and slippery, and another day where the air was so icy, it went through the barriers of layered-clothes, reaching the heart.

Holiday-wise, it was both exciting and nerve-wrecking with the big 25th coming up so soon, so much to do and little time to get it all done.

Academic-wise, at the small private college Zayn attended with his friends, the first week could be summed up in one word: hell.

Pure, unbearable, please-put-me-out-of-my-misery hell. Caused by the one thing, the bane of every student's life at the end of the year: finals.

Now being in his third year of college, Zayn still didn't know which was worst: pre-finals or finals week itself. Both were the cause of lack of sleep (and sanity), both heightned blood pressures up to the danger levels, both resulted in various cursing and break-downs.

It was because of the awkward timing, Zayn felt like he was drowning in the sea of tasks and assignments. Like the ticket to the London he had yet to book, which he needed to do before the prices went up (again) and all available seats were gone or risk the wrath of Liam-

-and also Mom who made it clear she expected to see all their faces at the Christmas dinner. The Christmas gifts he still needed to purchase for Louis, Harry, Niall and his still too-thin wallet to do it all. He needed to check his schedule later on today to know what days he was working and figure out how much studying he'd be able to squeeze in. He still had a mountain of current assignments he needed to get done on top of everything else-really, why classes were still going on when everyone's focus was on next week remained a mystery to him. Finals to worry about-

Ding!

Groaning, Zayn rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

And a boyfriend who didn't understand the meaning of boundaries-or patience-that continued to send Zayn texts despite Zayn ignoring the previous others. Not out of spite, but because he had too much stuff to do and couldn't afford the distraction.

"You might as well answer it, Zayn," Harry said, typing away on his laptop, working on his presentation for his Nutrition that was due Sunday at midnight. "Or he might send in a SWAT team."

Ordinarily Zayn would brush off the warning but knowing Liam, it was a possibility. He was known for being erratic, putting it kindly. And missing too texts from him may cause him to jump off the deep end. Admitting defeat with a sign, Zayn pulled away from his history notes and pulled out his phone. Sixteen text messages within the hour waited for him.

"Uh," Zayn muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. "That's a new record."

Across from him, Louis snickered, earning him a kick to the shin. Among the litter of messages were the following:

Leeyumm ❤️: My fingers are THROBBING trying to work out these buttons. I hope you're happy, Zayn.

Leeyumm ❤️: Remind me again why I didn't get the smart phone? All I have to do is speak and it will do everything for me-you should take notes.

Leeyumm ❤️: How is it possible the one day where we're both free of classes and work, my boyfriend can't be reached? Explain Zayn.

Leeyumm ❤️: Each message you're avoiding, Zayn, adds another day you're going Christmas shopping with me.