It's So Wrong || zarry au

Chapter Two

I want to randomly remind everyone that I'm going to try and pace this. So don't expect daddy smut right off the bat ;)

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"I don't like you," Harry snapped at Niall when he sat down in the cafeteria for lunch. His face was supporting a giant scowl.

"What did you do this time, Niall?" Jason, a friend of Harry's, asked from across the table. "Did you send him nudes?" 

Fiona, another friend, laughed from beside him.

Niall blushed a little, "No." He turned back to Harry. "And, I promised this would be the last time."

"Fuck you," Harry replied. He wasn't mad at Niall, honestly. He didn't really care about sharing answers -- although, he mainly did it for the sake of Niall's education. He had just had a bad morning. He rolled out of bed twenty minutes late and had to throw on joggers and a t-shirt before running to school. Not to mention, Missy decided to spill her litter box all over the bathroom floor, so he had to clean that up before leaving. Zayn and Anne left for their own work about the time that Harry wakes up, so a ride wasn't an option and neither was the bus because it passed his house when he was trying to clean up Missy's mess.

"Quit being so snappy," Fiona laughed moving her patchy-dyed purple hair from her shoulder. "We all have our bad days." She had always been so understanding. She knew that Harry wasn't mad because he had to give Niall answers.

"You need a lay, mate," Jason said tilting his milk carton towards Harry before taking a drink.

"I'm just fine," Harry murmured looking at the table still scowling.

Niall threw his arm around Harry, "I could hook you up with a bloke."

Harry shook his arm off of his shoulders, "I'd rather you not. The blokes you know are asses."

"You're one of the blokes I know," Niall teased.

"No, I am the bloke," Harry answered finally cracking a smile.

"He smiles!!" Niall said a little too loudly. 

"Shut up!" Harry hissed not liking the extra attention a few people gave them. "I know you're Irish and all, but it won't hurt you to be a little quiet."

"It wouldn't be too much fun, though," Niall winked causing the rest of the table to laugh.

"Why am I friends with you people?" Harry asked ducking his head to hide the light blush over his pale cheeks.

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Zayn's going to pick you up today.

Harry read the message with a deathly glare situated on his phone. His blood boiled at the thought of a ten minute ride with that ass.

"Yo, Harry, what did your phone ever do to you?" Niall asked with his head propped up my his arm. He raised an eyebrow as Harry turned the glare to him. "Yikes, mate, what's up?"

"Nothing," Harry mumbled replying to his mother with a 'no im fine with walking' .

Niall leaned over quickly reading the messages. "Is the husband picking you up today?"

"No," Harry hissed jerking back from the fake blond.

"Then what crawled up your ass and died?"Niall asked leaning back in his chair.

The curled haired teen shook his head focusing his attention on his mother's reply. 

That's nonsense. He'll be there when the bell rings.

Harry gripped his phone tightly. "Niall can you give me a ride home?"

"No can do, I've got footie after school," Niall answered with a shrug. "Plus, I'm catching a ride with Josh as it is."

Harry frowned. Damn. 

"What's so wrong with this lad anyway?" the Irish bloke then asked curiously. "What's he done?"

"Ruined my life," Harry muttered crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Okay class! Break is up, let's get back to work!" Ms. Stanley said standing up from her desk after letting the students have a few minutes of free time in the middle of class like she did everyday. 'Helps them stay focused' she says. 

Harry sighed not bothering to argue with his mother anymore. Wasn't worth it. A ride with Zayn would completely kill him on the inside, right?

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Harry wrapped his old-black coat tightly around him as he exited the school building. It was mid-October. Translation: chilly as hell -- not that that statement made any sense. "I'll see you around, mate," Niall said patting Harry on the back. "And don't worry, you'll live." Harry shot him a look. "Okay, and if you don't I'll say beautiful things at your funeral."

"Go to practice, Niall," Harry said with an eye roll as he fought back a grin. 

"Bye!" Niall exclaimed as he ran off to the footie field. 

Harry sighed letting a small smile fall on his lips. Oh, what would he do without that idiot?

As he got closer to the parking lot he could see a slick black car with a dark silhouette beside it. When he got close enough he narrowed his eyes. Oh look it's Daddy Dearest. 

Zayn caught his eye sending him a smile. Harry did nothing but stomp to the passenger side of the car. They both got in the vehicle. It was silent as they both buckled their seat belts. Zayn then began to pull out and he spoke. "I got off work early so Anne told me to come get you," he explained.

"Yippee," Harry said subconsciously. Zayn sighed heavily not even bothering to talk for another few minutes.

"Do you want to pick up something to eat? I'd hate for your mother to come home-."

"Sure, that's fine," Harry answered. 

"Okay," Zayn said softly. "We'll pick up whatever you like."

Harry glanced at him wondering if this guy was being genuinely nice or just trying to earn daddy points. "Taco Bell," he then said blankly.

"Great!" Zayn said beaming at Harry.

The teen felt borderline bad for wanting nothing more than to throw the older man out the window. But, those thoughts soon slipped away as the memories of his parents divorce echoed through his mind.

It was this man's fault.

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Calm tf down Harold you're being ruuude

or just a hormonal teenager

anyway not the point. this is chapter two and yes this WILL get somewhere in about ten years okay sHUT UP

Tori xx