this // narry au

110. bad habits

A/N: what's poppin

I'm so not ready for school like I don't know anybody at the school I'm going to and I'm so awkward I'll probably just want to run out

And next week I have to go for pictures and getting my schedule and stuff and I'm not ready 😭 idk what to wear for my first day. And picture day. The fact I gotta come up with TWO good outfits like this summer is going by too fast

Also, I've been thinking and I think I'm gonna pursue my (lowkey) lifelong dream of being an actor. Like idk what happened on Sunday but I was just like YO I NEED TO DO THIS ITS MY CALLING and I was thinking about changing my options so I can take drama. SHOULD I TAKE DRAMA IVE NEVER HAD A DRAMA CLASS IN MY LIFE AND IM SCARED OF PEOPLE SO THAT WOULD BE A REALLY BIG STEP FOR ME

I'm actually going to take your advice guys so if you think no say no BUT IF YOU THINK YES SAY YES BECAUSE IF I WANT TO TAKE IT I HAVE TO GO TO THE SCHOOL ON MONDAY AND REQUEST AND TODAY IS THURSDAY SO

ALSO GUESS WHAT I STARTED WRITING THIS NEW NARRY STORY FOR YALL AND IM SO EXCITED FOR IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT THOUGH

I was writing this chapter while watching The Good Lie on Netflix (AMAZING MOVIE HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FROM ME, I WATCH IT SO MUCH) so I don't know if there's typos or not bear with me

110 - Bad Habits

Harry's Point of View.

"I get why he did it."

I recognize the voice instantly and I glance up to see Zayn, standing shyly at my door.

"I don't want to talk about it." I whisper, turning so my back is facing the door and I continue what I was doing earlier-- which was staring at the wall and going over everything that's ever gone wrong in my life.

"Well, we need to." Zayn replies, "I want to talk about this as much as you do but it's not much of a choice at this point."

"Then why should we? There's other things we can talk about."

"Because I can't let you bottle up your emotions like this. Maybe if I was stupid and oblivious, yes, but I know how you get when you don't talk about how you feel." His confident voice lowers a bit, "You explode."

"I'm fine."

"Oh, cut the bullshit, this is me, Harry. Not Niall, not Liam. I'm your best friend."

I sigh and look back up to face him; he hasn't moved from the doorway.

"You can come inside, y'know." I mumble and he obliges, walking towards the bed.

"Move your ass," He says as he pushes me aside and I can't help but let out a small laugh, before we quiet down.

I mimic Zayn and lay on my back with my hands folded on my chest, focusing on the roof.

"He did it for you, not himself." Zayn whispers.

"I said I don't want to talk about it, Zayn."

"If not with me then who?" He replied sharply and I sigh.

"There's nothing to talk about. What's done is done. He controls my life. That's not my job anymore apparently."

Zayn sighs, "As I was saying, he did it for you. You have to put two and two together here, Harry, cmon, I'm the dumb one and I figured it out."

"Don't call yourself dumb." I whisper, "You aren't dumb, you're smart."

It hurt me when he referenced at himself as dumb-- just because he didn't get straight A's didn't mean he wasn't a smart person.