Just keep running (L.S.)

4.

The next couple of days pass normally like any other. Harry's classes were boring and un-necessarily long, and the professors were all rude and prude. He actually wonder's if he's going to be like that when he grows up and becomes a professor to a school like this, but then again Harry knows he wouldn't fall down in this kind of career path because quite frankly he still doesn't like people nor would he ever have the right mind set to teach people before his patience would run thin on ice.

He doesn't know what he wants to be though. Just anything that doesn't involve teaching adolescents. He's really into science and bio chemistry, so it will most likely fit a description of that essence.

His mother always wanted him to do something fun like become an author and what not- and even though that doesn't sound bad, he really would like a solid career where he can get money and not live in a shitty old apartment complex. Maybe he'll take it up as a hobby though.

Liam's been acting strange. Not the usual Liam Payne whose an annoying roommate and has a dead hopeless crush on his best friend and blushes like mad whenever said crush pays the smallest attention to him. To be quite honest, Liam isn't really showing much of any emotion these days, and Harry isn't really one to worry about anything really. Especially when it comes down to people-- but Liam just isn't the Liam he met, and Zayn seems to have noticed this too. Harry was called by Zayn specifically to meet him down at the library found in the campus a little over an hour ago saying it was urgent. Harry had cocked an eyebrow at that because Zayn and Harry never really had a solid conversation with each other. Sure, they've hanged out together with Liam, but Harry's pretty much always the third wheel in those type of situations. He doesn't really mind though, but he's pretty sure he's just brought along by Liam for emotional support or so Liam won't feel bad about leaving Harry by himself. Probably a little bit of both.

The Library in the campus is a old two story high building. The inside looks ancient and full of wisdom with all the books displayed in the bookshelves, and it's usually partly crowded with students doing last minute assignments or simply by a couple of bookworms reading their novels. Harry is one of those bookworms on most days when he's not in his room huddled under the sheets.

It's not hard to find Zayn sitting down on the top level of the building with his nose in a book. He's near the railing where you can look down at the ground floor from up above. He gets up there with ease and full of curiosity as to why Zayn asked him specifically to meet him there and why at the library. He never really expected a football jockey to even know what a Library was and there was one at school but then again, he should really stop underestimating people that don't have his own brain capacity. Plus Zayn's an artist. So not brain lost like the others.

Harry slides a wooden polished chair over the clean carpet of the top level. He attentively takes a seat while looking expectantly at Zayn whose now put down his book with a look of worry sketched over his face.

"So uh," Harry stalls for a moment when seeing Zayn not speaking a word. "You wanted to speak to me?"

Zayn nods silently, tapping his fingers on the wooden desk while having his eyes looking around the place; paranoid or cautious. He doesn't know. "There's something wrong with Liam, and I know you know it too."

Harry is silent, eyes still on Zayn until he nods. "He hasn't called me Harriet." It may not sound like such a big deal to an outsider of Liam's and Harry's friendship (if you can call it that.) but that's sort of where Harry started to notice that Liam was acting off. "In fact," he licks his lips, eyebrows being furrowed together. "He hasn't called me that since the night of the game."

Zayn's eyes cast down to the table, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You're not telling me something, Zayn." Harry says; voice slow and holding a bit of edge to it. "What happened after Louis and I left?"