See My Demons (Zarry AU)

Chapter 9

2 weeks later...

"Zayn. You need to eat." 

Zayn blinked and glanced up, his mom giving him an expectant look. There was a full bowl of soup in front of him, steaming hot and untouched. He picked up his spoon, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, sorry." He grumbled before starting to eat.

It's been 2 weeks since he shared that kiss with Harry in the locker room. And ever since he'd been going mad as a million questions raced around in his brain. Harry had been avoiding him like the plague ever since. Half the time he'd been absent in art class, and had kept his distance at soccer practice. Zayn didn't know whether he should approach him or not, but he decided against it each time. Maybe it was best they never address whatever happened, no matter how much it killed him to figure out what the hell happened.

"Is everything alright, son? Everything going okay at school?"

Yaser looked concerned, as he always did when his education may be on the line. Zayn nodded, forcing a smile that didn't meet his eyes.

"Everything's fine. I'm just tired. I'm going to finish my homework and then head to bed. Thanks for dinner." He said before taking his bowl to the kitchen and heading upstairs, ignoring the murmurs of his sisters and parents at the dining table.

Zayn sighed as he sits on his bed, pulling his laptop into his lap to pull up his essay. He mindlessly started typing, trying to focus on his assignment before his phone suddenly started buzzing beside him. He furrowed his dark brows, glancing down to see a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey

The dark haired lad picked up his phone, confused as he slowly typed a reply.

Zayn: who's this?

He chewed on his full lower lip as he waited for a reply. Years seemed to go by before his phone finally buzzed again.

Unknown: rather not say..

Zayn: i rather u would?

Zayn: do i know u? how'd u get my number?

Unknown: asked around

Zayn: ??

Unknown: you hate me

Zayn: ... harry?

Zayn's heart was racing, beating furiously in his chest and threatening to come up his throat. It couldn't be Harry texting him. That'd be insane. Wouldn't it? He stared at his phone screen, waiting for a reply. But it never came, and after about 15 minutes he set his phone aside with a loud sigh and leaned back against the wall. It was nearly impossible for him to focus on homework now. He shut his laptop and rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling before his phone suddenly buzzed again. Zayn snapped his head up and quickly grabbed his phone.

Unknown: yeah

Zayn: why are u texting me? you've been avoiding me for weeks

Harry: figured maybe we should talk

Harry: also wanted to make sure you haven't said anything to anyone

Zayn: no i haven't told anyone..

Zayn: have you?

Harry: fuck no

Zayn: gee thanks

Harry: it's not you it's just... well okay it's partly you. but you know that kid ricky?

Zayn: the one who gets beat up all the time by your friends?

Harry: yeah. anyway, he's gay. so, don't rlly want to be the next ricky. know what i mean?

Zayn: then why did u kiss me?

Harry: i don't know

Zayn sighed and pushed his raven black hair from his forehead. This was getting more and more confusing by the second. He still had zero answers, and wasn't sure if he and Harry were on different terms now or if they still hated each other. Needless to say it was a huge cluster fuck.

Harry: why did you kiss me?

The question caught him off guard. Zayn blinked and ran his fingers over his stubbly chin. Why had he? If only he actually knew. He furrowed his brows and typed a response.

Zayn: i dunno it just seemed like the right thing to do..

Zayn: do u still hate me?

Harry: yeah. do you still hate me?

Zayn: yeah.

Harry: good. night, zayn

Zayn: night.

For some weird reason, he found himself smiling. A gesture he was trying to fight, but couldn't. It was genuine and real and refused to leave his lips. And he had a feeling Harry was experiencing the exact same thing.