Hypnophobic. 》Ziam AU

15 ➳ Hypnophobic

"You're still moving into the frat house?" Zayn asked, sounding wounded.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Um, yeah about that my dad approved of it and I'm not about to go changing my mind all over the place and make him mad cause then I'll be living at home, so," I laughed, nervous of his response. It was the truth, for the most part. The other part was living with Zayn seemed like the only reason he even associated with me, so if he really wanted me, he'd have to show me.

He nodded, slowly, his eyes not meeting mine and wandering around, as if they were searching for another response, another answer. His tongue darted past his lips as he wet them, clearing his throat and readjusting himself in his seat.

"Zayn... Come on, it's not you," I tried, but he just shook his head, continuing to look down at the table.

"Have you talked to Harry recently?" He asked quietly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused, "what? What does Harry have to do with this conversation?"

"Just— Answer the question," he sighed.

"Ok no not really but I don't see what that has to do with anything—"

"He chopped all his hair off? Just randomly? You think that was out of spite? Fuck no. He's getting laid every night. Probably tired of girls pulling on it. He parties every night. He's either hungover or he's drunk. That's how it goes when you're at a frat house. I would know," he sighed.

I scoffed. "Fuck off Zayn. Honestly. Just fuck off, you don't know Harry.  And you obviously don't know me," I said, pushing out my chair with my legs and stalking off.

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"Harry!" I shouted as soon as I saw the curly haired lad, grinning at him, more to myself at the fact that Zayn was wrong. I would be fine.

I had finally found him holed up in his frat house, surrounded by a group of girls, but there wasn't alcohol in sight, so I felt triumphant as I stalked up to him, smiling, calling out his name. "What?" He snapped, suddenly, as I got within five feet. I froze in place.

"Excuse me?" I asked, taken aback by his rude behavior.

"I said what? Can't you see I'm a little busy? Don't you have other shut to do? C'mom Liam," he sighed, turning in his seat to face the girls again that surrounded him and the other frat boys at the L-Shaped couch. "Anyways, so as I was saying," he continued.

"No, I need to talk to you, and you're gonna talk to me, now," I said, irritated. As much as I didn't want Zayn to be right because I didn't want to be wrong, I wanted my Harry back. I didn't want to believe what I was witnessing.

Harry twisted to look at me, giving me an annoyed look, but then apologized to the girls and the other guys and quickly followed me out to the porch.

"What's your problem man," he hissed at me as soon as we stepped outside, shoving me a bit.

"My problem? What the fuck is your problem? You live in a frat house for less than five months and you think you're little top shit? Huh?" I asked, shoving him back. "You hung over right now? Or drunk? You always are. I never fucking see you. Ever. You've disappeared."

"Fuck you," he said, shoving me back again even harder.

"You little," I hissed, shoving him to the ground this time. Ashton came running out, hearing our little fight telling us to break it up, running to Harry and helping him up, asking if he was okay.