See My Demons (Zarry AU)

Chapter 6

Liam: zayn

Liam: zaaaaaayn

Liam: ZAYN

Zayn: wut???

Liam: god i thought u were dead

Liam: where did u go after tryouts yesterday?

Zayn: stayed after and then ran into harry in the locker rooms

Liam: shit u ok?

Zayn: yeah nothing happened

Zayn: he's just an ass

After the run in with Harry, Zayn went home and practically passed out with exhaustion. As he laid in bed he thought about the day, but not without thinking of him. Ever since they were young they'd been like this. But Harry always instigated it. In 6th grade he remembered Harry pantsing him in front of the entire class. Though, he also remembered throwing his pasta lunch into Harry's hair. Every year was like that. They never grew out of it, always hating each other. But lately it seemed different, like Harry was focusing on him more. Especially on this first day of school that he completely ruined. What did Zayn have that Harry hadn't ruined though?

His hazel eyes landed on the bookshelf across the room, where his stacks of sketchbooks were tucked away. The oldest were on the bottom. His first sketches of people and animals were in there. Awful, they're completely awful. But sometimes he liked to look in them and remind himself how far he'd come. Zayn bit his lower lip, sitting up in his black duvet covered bed. He reached over and snatched his sketchbook off the nightstand, picking up the pencil beside it. The clock read 10:30 PM, and he knew he should sleep but there was an itch he just couldn't scratch, that he couldn't sleep off.

The only way to take care of it was to draw. So he leaned back against his pillows pushed up against the headboard, pulled his knees up and rested the sketchbook against them. He put the pencil to paper and started to draw. 

It's not till he heard a knock on his door that he snapped out of his trance. 

"Zayn? Honey, are you still awake? You should be in bed." His mother's voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Zayn glanced at the clock, cursing when he saw it read midnight.

"Sorry, mom. I was doing homework. Lost track of time!" He called.

The excuse is lame, of course, he doesn't have homework after the first day of school. He sighed and glanced at his drawing, his cheeks turning a bright red. 

"Alright well get to bed before your father gets up here."

"Yeah, I will. Night."

Zayn set the sketchbook down and rubbed his eyes, getting up to change out of his jeans and t-shirt and change into a pair of dark gray sweats. He thought about school tomorrow, deciding he'd do his best to make the most of it. He made a new friend, after all. And he reminded himself he needed to get her number tomorrow before he crawled back into bed. 

Zayn: don't forget soccer tomrrow

Liam: i never do you twat

Zayn smirked as he typed up a reply.

Zayn: k (;

Zayn: see u tomorrow

He sighed and set his phone on the floor, plugging it in before setting his sketchbook down onto the nightstand. He stared at the paper for a moment before swallowing and turning off the lamp, lying down for sleep.

The image of Harry's face, sketched in pencil on his sketchbook, stayed in his mind until he fell asleep.