See My Demons (Zarry AU)

Chapter 13

Buzz. Buzz.

Zayn furrowed his brows, rolling in his bed and pulling his pillow over his head. What time was it?

Buzz. Buzz.

He sighed and pulled the pillow off his head, grabbing his phone where it was charging on the nightstand and unplugging it. Who was texting him this early in the morning anyway? He checked the time to see that, actually, it was 10 in the morning.

Harry: morning sunshine

Harry: i'm on my way over

Zayn sat up quickly, eyes widening. "Wait. What?" He hissed, throwing the covers aside and scrambling out of bed. A million questions were running through his head, the main one being why the hell was Harry coming over to his house? It was Saturday. One of the two days of the week he could get away from school and everything Harry. He'd had strict plans to lie around and sketch all day, and maybe go to the skatepark if he was feeling up to it. There was also the fact that Harry never just came over to his house uninvited.

He hurriedly changed into some jeans and a t-shirt, tossing his sweats into the clothes bin. "Zayn! Harry's here to see you!" His mother called from downstairs.

"Shit." He snapped, looking around frantically before hurriedly running his hands through his hair to make it look at least somewhat decent. Which honestly didn't do shit, but it was better than nothing. He put deodorant on last and opened his door.

"Coming!" He called as he walked down the stairs, tugging at his t-shirt a bit. It was a little bit too big, dipping down below his collarbones. He'd got it from Liam, a present from when his friend had attended a Guns n' Roses concert and hadn't been able to take Zayn. Needless to say it was worn to death. He got to the bottom of the stairs and saw Harry sitting on the couch in the living room, his lips pursed and his eyes wandering like he was waiting in a doctor's office or something. His bright green eyes landed on Zayn and he smiled, moving to stand.

"Your mom said I could stay for breakfast, said she's making pancakes."

Zayn glanced toward the kitchen with a sigh before looking back at Harry. "What are you doing here?" He asked seriously.

"Well I thought we could finish that project. Since you know, it's due on Tuesday. And I got things I needa do tonight."

The way he got all smug, grinning like he was keeping some secret, made Zayn uneasy. Yet, also curious. What was he doing tonight? And why the hell did he care?

"Things that are more important than homework?"

"Yeah, actually... You should come." Harry suggested casually.

Before Zayn could open his mouth and reply to that weird request, his mother was calling them in for breakfast. She went to the bottom of the stairs and called for the girls before returning to the kitchen. Zayn went and sat at the table, Harry sitting next to him. Trisha placed a plate stacked with pancakes in the middle of the table before placing plates in front of the boys and in all the empty spaces around the table.

"Did dad get called into work today?" Zayn glanced back at his mom.

"Yes, unfortunately. He won't be back till late."

He nodded and returned to his pancakes, drowning them in syrup just as his sister's came barrelling down the stairs, running to the dining room.

"Oh my god, you can't like him he's gross Wali. Especially if he doesn't like The Notebook." Safaa huffed, plopping down into her seat.

Waliyha shot her a look, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as she sat down herself and started to put pancakes on her plate. Wait. What guy did Waliyha like??