"I spent my days waiting for you, searching the crowds for your face. I realized our bond was ruined when you walked right past me and tried to avoid me the minute you made eye contact. What happened to our promise?"
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Maybe Harry couldn't depend on anyone anymore. Instead of life getting easier, it slowly got worse. He couldn't care nor get too attached to anyone because it seemed everyone he grew fond of would eventually leave, including his best friend, or so his inner self would tell him, his soulmate.
So many pleasant memories were practically washed away. Cold nights they spent together or sunny days where they would go out and play some football, which usually ended up with Harry winning because Louis liked seeing the little lad happy. Who knew that one day, the memories they once shared would crumble into dust.
Harry's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of the school's bell ringing and his teacher's voice dismissing class. He lets every rushing student out of the class before he enters the congested hall. Loud voices fill the halls, and Harry can't help but get a bit annoyed of all the noise that was occurring. Harry liked peaceful and quiet places. In other words, he liked to be alone, at least now.
He keeps his favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird, close to his chest and keeps his head low, trying to skip over the cracks that were on the floor. He oddly found it entertaining. Before he even has the chance to lift up his head, something hard crashes into him, making him stumble back. Papers that were kept in his book, flying everywhere. As if his day couldn't get worse, there stood a small, still tinnier than Harry himself, figure with the same blue eyes that he once use to see everyday. His breath hitches and he's left with no words. Both stay awkwardly speechless and proceed to stare at one another, that is until a girl named, Ella, grabs Louis and practically drags him away from Harry, who is still on the floor, no one bothering to help him up or help collect the pieces of paper that flew out his book. The rest of Ella's clique follow behind, continuing to laugh and point at Harry. He couldn't stand any of them. His hatred for each one of them was equal, incorporating Louis Tomlinson. Louis never bothered to defend Harry when Ella would make offensive jokes about him. Instead, he'd laugh along. It wasn't too long before the two people Harry hated the most started dating; Ella and Louis. And for some reason, Harry wasn't sure if he was mad at the fact that Ella stole his friend away from him or the fact that Ella was dating Louis. However, he highly doubted it was the second one. Right?
"What a couple of pricks." The boys voice is deep, much deeper than Harry's. Harry jerks his head to the unnamed boy and takes time to examine him. He has light brown eyes and black hair that was in a quiff. Harry also takes notice in the way he dressed; far more presentable than most students in the 8th grade. (I'm not familiar of how it works in other countries, so please don't hesitate to inform me about how the educational stages might work from where you live. )
Both boys then collect the pieces of papers that are scattered across the floor, including the book itself. The boy hands the book to Harry, shooting him a genuine smile. "The name is Zayn."
Zayn helps Harry up and shakes his hand. "People can be so rude these days, huh? Reminds me of how much a shitty and judgmental generation this is."
Harry tightly wraps both hands around his book again and nods, which makes Zayn laugh a bit loud, leaving Harry both surprised and confused. "You're not the one to talk, eh? Well, that's alright."
That was the first in months were someone had actually took the time to talk to Harry. Most people who hardly know him think he's weird for keeping to himself. Is it so wrong though? Not quite. He just didn't like people because he was left disappointed by each one he let in his life. Zayn was right though, he wasn't the one to hold a conversation or talk in general. But maybe Zayn was different. Possibly? If Harry let his guard down and talked to the boy, would he leave too?
"Well, listen, I got to go, but I'll look for you at lunch." He suddenly breaks the silence. Harry says nothing but gives him another nod. "Bye mute."
Harry watches as Zayn disappears into the crowd of kids. A small smile begins to form on his face, however he quickly ducks his head down, trying his best not to show his smile. He didn't like it nor did he like for other people to see it. He realized he never told Zayn his name, let alone reply to him, but he had a nickname.
Mute it is.
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My otp Zarry inspired this chapter.
Q: What's your favorite ship other than Larry?
They'd (Zarry) like to make a toast, but they forgot their toaster. *slaps knee and laughs*
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