See My Demons (Zarry AU)

Chapter 11

They'd decided to meet after school and head to Zayn's from there. He hadn't had a chance to clean his room or prepare his parents for company or anything, so he was slightly freaking out as he parked in his driveway. All he'd had a chance to do was throw a text his mother's way, hoping she'd be cool with it.

Harry parked on the street in front of the house, shortly after Zayn arrived. "Smaller than I remember it." He commented as he got out of his car, taking his sunglasses off.

Zayn just rolled his eyes, not replying as he headed for the front door. He opened it and walked inside, glancing around. The sink was running in the kitchen, the sound of his sister's and mother's voices sounding from inside. His father must still be at work. 

"Mom! I'm home." He called, walking toward the kitchen as his mother poked her head out. 

"How was school? And is this Harry? My, you've grown so much!" She gasped, drying her hands on a towel as she walked out to give him a hug.

Zayn tried not to make a face. The only reason his mom knew Harry was because she and Harry's mom had briefly been friends when their kids were in elementary school. They weren't anymore, probably because their lives were so vastly different.

"Nice to see you again." Harry flashed her a wide, charming grin.

"We're just going to be working on this project upstairs, mom." 

"Alright. Let me know if you need any snacks or anything." She smiled warmly.

Zayn just nodded and glanced over her shoulder, seeing two of his sisters spying from afar. He gave them a look before gesturing for Harry to follow him up the staircase nearby. He took a deep breath as he walked down the hall and opened the door to his room, walking inside and dropping his backpack on his bed. Immediately he started picking up clothes on the floor, hastily throwing them into his clothes bin before Harry wandered inside, looking around. 

"I dunno, I expected there to be creepy emo posters on the walls." He pursed his lips.

Zayn raised a brow, glancing over at him as he shoved a few of his sketchbooks back onto their shelf. "You clearly don't know me."

"Angsty posters?"

"No."

"Nerdy art posters?"

"Please shut up." Zayn said with an exasperated sigh. "Can we just work on this project?" 

He sat on his bed, kicking his shoes off before folding his legs. Pulling out a pen and his sketchbook from his backpack, he set them on his lap and glanced over at Harry who'd sat on his bed beside him. Zayn watched the way he ran his hand over his curls, pushing them back from his forehead and out of his bright green eyes. The gesture was obviously habit for the other male, but it literally was so attractive...

"What?" 

Harry was looking at him with furrowed brows, clearly confused why Zayn was staring at him like a dumbfounded idiot.

"Oh, um, nothing. Just waiting for your input." He cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back against the wall his bed was pushed up against.

"I dunno. I'm no good with projects." Harry muttered, setting his backpack down on the ground.

"Well... What interests you?" 

Zayn had no idea. He knew nothing about him. He wished he did though.. He sort of wished they didn't hate each other. Why did they, anyway?

"Why can't you just do the project? Make something up." Harry said.