Harry's POV
He must be going crazy. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would find himself making out with Zayn Malik. The guy was revolting, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he glared at him, the veins that popped out in his neck when he got pissed off at him... Fuck, it was hot. So hot. And it was even hotter that he was completely oblivious to the effect he had on people, Harry especially.
"Hello?"
A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and the curly haired boy glanced up in confusion. "Huh?"
"I was talking to you, man. Jesus, what's the matter with you? You've been somewhere else lately I swear."
Jared shook his head, annoyed. Lately the pair had been hanging out less, talking less. Jared was busy with football practice, while Harry was busy with soccer. And then after school Harry was now going to Zayn's to work on their project. Though, he had plenty of things in mind other than working on homework.
"Sorry. Just been busy as hell." He muttered, picking at his lunch as his green eyes watched Zayn from across the lunchroom.
He was sitting with his friend Perrie, who lately he was inseparable from, and a guy he assumed was Liam. The way he was laughing, maybe at a joke one of them had told, made Harry start to smile.
"Yeah alright."
Jared got up, not saying much else as he left Harry at the table to himself.
Zayn's POV
"That's disgusting!" Zayn laughed, holding his stomach as his cheeks started to hurt.
"I'm just saying!" Perrie insisted.
Somehow they'd started talking about this date Perrie had gone on last night, and she was describing the dude's nasty habits in detail.
"Like why would you pick your nose at dinner? In front of a pretty girl?" She huffed and shook her head, resting her chin in her palm.
"Maybe that's his way of flirting." Liam said in amusement, chuckling.
Lately things had been crazy, with everything going on with Harry, so Zayn had decided to try and keep his distance. He'd spent more time with Perrie and Liam, hanging out with them in his free time. And the other half of his time was spent at the mosque, with his father. The old man had been pretty happy with him lately, glad to see he had decent friends and good grades. So Zayn didn't exactly want to pursue things with Harry right now... He could only imagine how badly it would all go to shit if his father found out. He wouldn't be surprised if he disowned him, even. Being gay in his eyes was the worst sin of all. And he didn't know what he would do if he lost his family.
After lunch Zayn went about the rest of his day, avoiding Harry till he finally was able to leave and get home.
"I'm home!" He called as he walked through the door, shutting it behind him.
"Hi, son."
Yaser was lounging on the couch, reading the newspaper as he always was. Zayn swore he was one of the only ones that did. Usually people just read the news on the internet or watched it on tv... But not his dad, he was sitting around with that newspaper every single day.
"School alright?" He glanced up from behind his glasses.
"Yep."
"Your friend not coming over to work on that project with you today?"
"No, not today.." Zayn said as he made his way to the stairs, resting a hand on the banister.
"Alright. Do your homework, your mother should be making dinner soon."
He nodded and hurried up the stairs, shutting himself up in his room. He sighed and dropped his backpack on the ground, opening it up and pulling his sketchbook out along with a pencil before plopping down on his bed. He lied down on his stomach, opening his book to a blank page.
Lately he only had one muse, each page in his book the same thing over and over again. He would probably die if anyone ever saw, if anyone ever got a hold of his sketchbook. Zayn never let it out of his sight, to be honest. He sighed happily as he started sketching, tilting his head slightly as his pencil traced out the curves of Harry's face.
{ Sorry this chapter is short, lovelies! Having a bit of writer's block and needed a bit of a filler chapter. The next update should be better I promiseeeeee. And if you have any requests for things you wanna see go ahead and lemme know?? Okay ily xoxo }
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See My Demons (Zarry AU)
FanfictionHis 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.