Drawn Out Dreams. [A Zarry Fanfiction.]

Chapter Eight

Zayn Malik was sat patiently under the dusty old window of the art closet. The mid-May sun was lighting up the room, so much in fact that it had started to warm the small closet up. Every so often, the sounds of the lower years playing outside on the school grounds would drift inside, and make Zayn jump a little, and then chuckle at himself silently. He had done this everyday since Monday. He’d sit and wait in the art closet, every lunch, in hope that maybe Harry would walk in and take a seat next to him so they could spend lunch together. Harry hadn’t shown up so far, but Zayn knew he was probably busy. A boy as popular and lovely as Harry probably made plans for lunch that day, and followed them through. But, Zayn would sit here for a whole hour, patiently waiting in hope that his new friend may show up and they’d sit together. Maybe even share a bag of Doritos with him, if it was all right with Harry, of course.

Zayn gasped a little as the door to the art closet clicked open, but his teeth quickly sank into his bottom lip as he sent a wide grin to Harry Styles. He immediately shuffled up even more to one side on the old couch pillows under the window, in readiness for the curly haired boy to sit next to him.

“Oh hey, you got new glasses!” Harry spoke as he closed the door behind him that following Wednesday lunchtime. Zayn smiled as he rearranged the glasses on his nose. Harry made his way over and plonked down on the cushions with a sigh of satisfaction. He turned to Zayn with a wide grin.

“They suit you, much more modern and cool.” Harry chuckled. Zayn smiled back widely, wriggling his toes a little as he sat with his knees pressed against his chest. His drawing book was peeking out from inbetween his knees and chest, like a baby kangaroo and it’s Mother.

“They’re my spares.” Zayn told Harry quietly, as Harry got nestled down next to him. He stretched his legs out in front of him, before he pulled out his food.

Zayn watched him with a quiet intrigue. He liked watching Harry’s movements.  Harry’s blazer sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, so as his hands delved around in his bag, Zayn could see all of his bones and muscles move and contract together. He saw the bright blue watch strapped around Harry’s wrist, the tiny padlock tattoo sneaking out from underneath it. Zayn sat and wondered how Harry had been able to get the tattoo, before deciding that Harry must have been eighteen. He wouldn’t get a tattoo if it were illegal, that would be naughty, and Harry just wouldn’t do something like that. 

What brought Zayn back from his wondering stare on Harry’s arm was a slight hum that came from Harry himself. Zayn looked up and met a pair of green eyes that were twinkling.

“Were you looking at my tattoo?” Harry asked with a slight smirk, which caused one of his dimples to be more prominent than the other. Zayn smiled once again, out of pure enjoyment of seeing Harry’s dimples pop out from his cheeks, before he nodded to answer the boys’ question. 

“I got it when I hit seventeen last February. Turns out you can get into the tattoo parlours pretty easy if you play your cards right.” Harry chuckled. Zayn’s eyes widened a little in shock.

“But Harry! That’s bad! You’ll get into trouble!” Zayn quickly burst out, his voice quiet but urgent. He didn’t want Harry to get into some sort of trouble, what happened to people who got tattoos under the age limit? Zayn brought his knees closer, hoping that Harry wouldn’t be taken away by police cars with flashing lights, which seemed to flash around in triumph.

“Zayn, it’s only a little tattoo!” Harry chuckled, as he looked at the boy with playful green eyes. Zayn’s face was full of worry, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle due to it.

“It’s alright, it’s only little and easy to hide if I ever do get into much trouble, but I won’t.” Harry spoke comfortingly, his deep voice flowing with care as he patted Zayn’s arm. Zayn nodded a little, gullible to Harry’s words of comfort. Harry smiled back one last time, before he turned to the small lunch box in his lap. He opened the lid, and Zayn once again found his eyes stuck onto the boy’s large hands, as they opened the lid. Harry pulled out a couple of wraps like the ones he always ate and placed them on his knee, before he pulled out a second set of wraps. Zayn giggled.