Drawn Out Dreams. [A Zarry Fanfiction.]

Chapter Eleven

Liam Payne and Harry Styles walked down the high street after their small, yet deep conversation on the bench. The subject matter was past gone now, and they were both back to simply talking about anything that came to mind, whether it was Andy and Louis’ daily schemes and charades, or simply an annoyed conversation about a certain teacher that was being an arsehole at that particular time. Liam and Harry always had something to talk about.

They strolled down the street, dropping into Costa to grab a couple of drinks before continuing their walk through town. Cars and buses were continuously bombing around streets. Every so often, there would be a slight car horn, of a stubborn driver that seemed to think that the streets belonged to them. There were the cyclists that seemed to bike around the cars as they all stopped in a line at a red light, using the jams like some sort of obstacle course like they were getting some sort of pure enjoyment from it. Some of the cars stopped only for zebra crossings, which had small gatherings of school children with high backpacks and long school skirts waiting patiently to cross the hectic roads of Bradford.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the slight helplessness of the lower years. There was something about the lower years that seemed so innocent. Whether it was the way that they seemed to scurry down the school corridors in fright that they would be told off for being late to lessons, or whether it was just the fact they seemed to live in this bubble where all they saw was the big bad people of the world. In a busy school corridor qt the change of lessons, the lower years eyes would scan the crowds and spot out the loud bullies first, or the tall teachers that bellowed and screamed at the students who were wearing their uniform wrong, or being too loud as they made their way around the school.

As Harry took his green eyes away from the crossing, he couldn’t help but feel his mind go back to the image of Zayn Malik. Whenever Harry and Zayn were locked up in that little art closet, Harry always felt like some busy driver, the experienced out of the two, the one who had somewhere to go, something to do with his life. He offered the bag of Doritos over to Zayn, like a driver would stop and let a schoolchild walk across the road at a crossing.

Of course, Zayn was like those small school children. Big brown eyes that were full of wonder, yet at the same time, they were full of hurt. It was obvious that things had happened to him over the years to turn him into the person he was today, along with some other factors, Harry supposed, but even though his eyes seemed upset, the small innocent smile on his face was almost refreshing.

Zayn’s eyes were like a rich chocolate brown colour, but dark cracks of a deeper brown colour seemed to go through them, like the cracks to reflect on his past. Harry knew that if it wasn’t for the constant guilt he found around Zayn, or this certain feeling of protectiveness, that Zayn’s eyes would be the reason that Harry kept going back to hang out with him. Those perfectly cracked eyes kept him running back. Every single time.

“Earth to Harry!” Liam called, pulling him out of the way of a cyclist that was heading down the path. Harry stumbled a little, leaning on Liam’s side, before he found his balance and shook his head to bring himself from his deep cloud of thought.

“Sorry, dude, don’t know what the hell came over me.” Harry chuckled, once he had regained his balance. A wide grin spread across his cheeks, forcing both of his dimples to pop from his cheeks as if to say their own thanks to Liam. Liam simply rolled his eyes, even though the smile on his face told Harry that he was only being playful.

“Don’t worry, lots of people seem to start day dreaming about me while they’re in my presence. Was it the long beach walk this time, or maybe the wedding? The wedding one is always popular,” Harry quickly cut off Liam’s ego with a shove into the ribs. Liam yelped, before sending a frown in Harry’s direction.