Mental. (Zarry)

Step 1: Talk to him.

Harry's pov

I can't believe Louis would cheat on me, again!! I forgave his ass twice already since he insisted it was "a mistake" or "I didn't mean it" like alright once maybe twice he probably was tempted, but three times!? There's definitely a problem. To make it worse he won't leave me alone to think things over.

We're currently in art class and Louis won't stop nagging with "sorrys" which makes me uncomfortable no, not about his nagging that's livable, it's the feeling of having someone burning holes in the back if my head. I just don't find the will to turn around, why would I anyway?

As I was lost in my thoughts Louis tried hugging me but accidentally topping the paints over, all over my shirt. Great just great!!

"Louis!" I hissed standing up trying to get the paint off of me which I'm not succeeding in might I add.

"Fuck Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean t-" he started apologizing

"Just, shut up. Leave me alone." I said walking towards the teacher to retrieve the hall pass she had already started writing out obviously aware of the predicament.

As I started walking out I still felt those eyes staring at me, perfect. Make me even more self cautious you twat.

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Louis pov

Ugh stupid Harry being difficult. Don't get me wrong, I love that guy, I really do, but goddamn he's such a drama queen! As he left the class a guy in a leather jacket from earlier in the morning, Zach I think his name is, walked to the front of the class.

"May I have a hall pass?" He asked Ms. Moore, obviously the art teacher.

"And why exactly do you need a hall pass Mr. Malik?" She questioned.

"Just give it to me." He stated cooly causing Moore to roll her eyes and start writing out a new pass.

"Here. Be back in 15 minutes tops, if not your name will be sent to the office." She threatened.

"Okay?" Zach replied walking out of the class after snatching the pass from her.

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Zayns pov

Now, if I were Harry where would I go if I had a stain in my shirt? Bathroom? Or locker room? Wait, how the hell am I supposed to know?? I asked myself chuckling at my own internal conversation. I'll check both.

I went to the restroom down the hall and walked inside

"Harry??" I called, no response, huh probably not here then, obviously.

"Well then Zayn, off to the locker room." I said to myself walking out of the restroom.

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Harry's pov

Oh god out of all the shit that could've happened it just had to be paint. I thought to myself shaking my head as I took out the extra t-shirt from my locker moving my cleats aside to do so.

As I pulled the shirt out my cleats came with it falling to the floor. Whatever I'll pick those shits up later I said to myself as I tugged on my shirt. As I finished tugging it down there was the same guy from the morning, holding my cleats, just like earlier. I screeched, obviously a manly screech.

"Bloody hell man! You scared the hell outta me mate!" I said chucking after my fear wearing off.

"Sorry man, Moore sent me to check on you. Here's your cleats babe." He said as if walking in on me changing was nothing.

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Zayns pov

I had to lie alright! It was the only way to cover up m me following him. I sure love the way his petite body just-

"I actually don't know your name mate, I mean my cleat elf has to have a name right?" He joked while taking his cleats back.

"Oh yeah uhm I'm Zayn." I said extending my arm for a hand shake

"Zayn? Nice name. I'm-" he started but I unconsciously finished his sentence

"Harry. You're Harry." I said. Making him look at me oddly. Shit Zayn think quick!

"Well who doesn't know the name of the footies captains man?" I said laughing nervously. Nice save Zayn nice fucking save.

"Oh yeah of course." He mumbled looking down sadly.

"Is something wrong babe?" I asked obviously mad why the hell is my baby sad!? Do I need to kill a bitch!?

"No nothing is wrong, just problems with Louis." I nod showing him I'm listening. He surprisingly told me everything after we sat down on the locker room floor. There were benches around but I dunno I guess he perfers the floor to sit, maybe for other things too..Zayn. chill this ain't the time for this.

"And yeah..but why do you call me babe anyways??" He questioned causing me to stop nodding

Well shit.

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