Misspelled Love. [Zayn Malik fanfic]

Chapter 9: The conversation

Here's a quick update for you people! (Please re-read this because I edited it a while ago aha!) So far this story's going great, and I hope this will be a successful story someday! Do vote or comment on how I can improve the story. AND do tell me your opinions about ZIA (Zayn and Jia) and JIRRY (Jia and Harry) love teams! MWAAHHHHH Xxx -HAN

JIA'S POV

So I haven't been actually thinking how I will get Harry and I's friendship back the same again. Like, I mean, a normal friendship -- friends, but something more than friends; not boyfriends. Maybe a guy friend? No awkwardness, just being the silly people we were back then.

I sighed to think that I will never get our old friendship back. But, I will try to talk to him in a normal and good way. No fighting, no arguing, just a normal conversation.

As the bell rang, indicating for lunch break, I got up from my seat and I hurriedly seek to find Harry somewhere. Until I remembered; where Harry and I used to hang out a lot when were little -- the music room. The music room is full of guitars, pianos, and other musical instruments and mostly people don't want to hang out there so that's where me and Harry go to when we're bored or we wanna be alone.

My feet walked all the way to the expected room, and as I opened the door I saw Harry strumming a black guitar. He didn't seem to notice me or heard me come in so I decided to sneak up on him for a little while longer.

"I know you've never loved, the sound of your voice on tape. You never want, to know how much you weigh.

You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me."

Harry sang those lyrics to himself as he played guitar. This is one of the main reasons why I fell in love with him in the first place; he was talented, I MEAN LIKE TALENTED. After he sang the song, I decided to maybe talk to him.

"Hey," I walk up from behind him.

Harry turns around quickly and grins. "How long have you been there?"

I sat on the unoccupied seat beside him. "Not long. I just wanted to talk to you."

His eyebrows met and gave me a confused look. "What's there to talk about?" He said and he gave his focus on the guitar, playing some nonsense chord.

"Our friendship. I want it back. Please, Harry."

I continued, "I want us to be best of friends. To be that silly people we used to be. To be happy as fuck and no one gives a damn about what they think about us. I miss those times. I really do."

Harry pulled me into a hug. And with no doubts, I hugged hinlm back.

"So, best friends?" I said after we pulled away from the hug and I extended out my hands for him to shake.

"Best friends." Harry said happily and our hands connected. His warm and soft hands.

I hugged Harry once more from my excitement from the thought that we were okay; And although I missed one thing....

"Harry, can you play one song for me please?" I pleaded.

Harry smiled goofily and said, "My pleasure." he replied then he started to play a melodic tune.

My eyes concentrated on the lad playing a six-stringed instrument right infront of me. Harry hasn't changed at all. And I love him as my best friend -- that is all I can give to him.

"I'm out of touch,  

I'm out of love.  

I'll pick you up you up when you're getting down....