The two of them stand there and stare at each for a good long moment. Zayn doesn't know what to say, hoping Harry will just walk off. But of course, he doesn't. Instantly he feels on edge, narrowing his eyes as he tightens his grip on the strap of his backpack.
"I hope you don't think you're making the team." He said, walking closer to him.
Harry is taller than Zayn, by a good 3 or 4 inches. He's not muscular, but he's also not as thin as him. Honestly, he's just bigger all around. Zayn wished it wasn't so intimidating, but it was. And he hated when they had these stupid confrontations.
"You're an asshole." Zayn answered flatly. "Would you just give it a rest already?"
He was so done with his constant pestering.
"No. It's too much fun." He smirked.
"Fuck off."
Zayn made to push past him, but Harry moved in front of him, causing him to run smack into his chest. He grit his teeth, nearly two seconds from punching the asshole right in the face. He stepped away quickly, furious.
"What do you want, Harry?" He demanded, his voice raised.
Harry seemed to be surprised by this, his brows shooting high. They've fought before like this, just the two of them. Never have they been physical, but Zayn's positive the time for that will come. The other male's constant pestering, and his constant biting, was becoming exhausting. When it came time to graduate, Zayn would be over the moon to get away from the curly haired boy who refused to ever leave him alone.
"Well?" Zayn cocked a brow, getting uncomfortable with him just staring at him like that.
"Nothing. Just would watch your back if I were you." He said cryptically, pulling his bag further up his shoulder before he left the room.
All Zayn can do is stare after him, blinking, wondering what the hell that meant.
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See My Demons (Zarry AU)
Fiksi PenggemarHis name was Harry Styles. He had thick, brown curly hair, dimples in his cheeks, and bright green eyes. There was only one word Zayn used to describe him: evil.
