Illusion (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 6

Zayn's POV

I was woken up from my medicated sleep by my alarm clock ringing through my empty flat. I rolled over in my pull out bed and turned it off before getting out of bed. The weeks had flown by since I moved in here, and now it was my first day of college. I had created some sort of schedule with sleeping and eating. I looked healthier, but I still had a small fear of sleeping because I didn't know if I would wake up and have everything change. I don't get dreams because I take my medication to knock me out for seven hours, but it still scares me.

I got showed up and shaved a little before getting some black jeans on and a black shirt that dipped low enough to show off the tattoos on my chest. A few of my necklaces I had on were on full display, as the small bits of chest hair I had. I went on with getting my small bit of hair fixed up, then went to take my morning pills. I put my other ones in a my wallet because I wouldn't be able to come home after my classes to take them because I had to go to work.

Jace and I had been texting and calling each other over these last few weeks just getting to know each other. It's nice to say he's actually like a friend to me and he also understands me in some ways because of his brother. He told me about his little brother before he committed suicide, and I have to say, I feel lucky that my schizophrenia isn't that bad. Jace told me he hadn't talked about his brother in years, which made me feel really good that he trusted me with something like that.

I got my messenger bag and my folder that told me which classes I had and where I had to go for them. I made sure to send my mum a text that I was going to school now before I left my house. Just as I locked my door, a loud thump came a little bit down the hall and an Irish voice cursing. My head snapped over to see Niall was on the floor trying to put CDs back in two boxes he must have dropped that broke open. I didn't hesitate before going over and helping him. His blue eyes looked up at me and his cheeks became a light shade of pink.

"I'm so clumsy. I fall over my own feet all the time." Niall explained to me with a chuckle. I smiled at him and started putting the CDs back into the box. He began doing the same thing I was doing until the whole mess was cleaned up. I got one box in my arms while he got the other box in his.

"You don't know clumsy until you've met my best friend Harry. He falls over nothing all the time, but he's six feet tall so he has legs that go on for days that he can't quite control." I told Niall, knowing he wouldn't remember the friendship I created between him and Harry. Niall giggled at my statement before looking at me closer like he was trying to figure me out. Me, on the other hand, didn't want to be figured out by him because he already thinks I'm crazy with the first impression in had on him.

"Where were you going with these?" I asked him, hoping that could change the subject. Niall looked at me like he didn't even remember he was holding boxes in his arms or that he was going somewhere. I lifted the box I was holding to show him what I was talking about, making him nod that he understood my question.

"I was going to walk down the street to my music shop. It's not very far, so I can just take them like I was planning to." Niall told me as we both started to walk down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the button with my elbow and waited for the doors to open.

"I'll help you. I was going to be an embarrassing hour early for class anyway. I have allot of time." I told him, kind of lying because I needed that hour to find my class but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't help him. We both took the elevator down quietly, then I started following Niall a little at which way to go to his music store.

"So you're going to the university here? What are you studying?" He asked me after we had been walking for a few minutes. I looked over at him and felt myself feel sad because he doesn't know that I'm studying art like the other Niall did. I just huffed and continued to look straight ahead as we walked.