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Zayn Malik

I sat next to Harry as I got back from the bathroom with Liam walking behind me.

He sat there quietly his whole body tensed and I can see his clenched jaw and maybe, maybe I was a bit scared.

I didn't know what to do. So I repeated his actions from earlier and rested my hand on his thigh. Unlike him though my movements were slow and scared.

He didn't react. At all.

I bit my lip and sighed internally.

"Zayn?"

I jumped taking my hand off when Louis called for my name.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay bud? You look a bit pale."

I nodded "I don't feel so good I think I'm going home."

"I will take you." Liam said and I gulped.

Shit.

Damn it.

"Uh no Thank y-"

"I insist, I have to go anyway." I saw Louis giving me a look that said ' fuçking go you little bitch ' so I just nodded.

I shouldn't feel bad for this.

He should get a taste of what I feel like when he's all over Louis.

Yeah.

It's not like I'm dating Liam.

I nodded and mumbled a thank you as I got up and grabbed my stuff. Without looking once at Harry didn't have to.

I got in Liam's rather nice smelling car. And buckled myself up.

He stayed quiet, The Weeknd's voice soothing my nerves a bit because well he's The Weeknd and I am in love with him.

"So how's college?"

"Good, boring I guess."

He hummed and stayed quiet.

"You okay though? You look a bit uneasy." I bit my lip.

"I'm fine."

"So... Having you in my car really turns me on. You were quite wild that night." he said as I stared at his profile a smirk painting his pink lips.

A blush covered my cheeks as I stared at my lap.

"You're cute."

"No."

After finally arriving to the dorms while being teased the whole ride with red cheeks I thanked Liam for the ride. And went to my room.

I had a shower and laid down.

A book in my hand and I began reading.

I couldn't focus on a single word Harry kept coming in my mind.

"Ugh,"

I grabbed my phone and went on the messaging app.

Me: [Hey are we still on for tonight?]

I waited for a minute.  Three minutes. Five.

An hour.

He didn't reply.

Goodness Harry he is so immature.

I sighed shutting the book and sleeping instead.

I woke up startled when the door was roughly shut. I jumped resting my hand on my heart as it started beating loudly.

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