Loud Silence [Lirry] EDITING!

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

*Harry's POV*

"Hey, Haz. Did you get what I said?" Zayn said to me, trying to get my attention for the third time.

"Does it look like I did?" I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes as I drove us to our university.

"What? What did you say, Styles?" he asked, colder this time. I knew he gets snappy when we have to go to school. Zayn would rather be anywhere other than school; doing anything else. I, on the other hand, have to be the responsible one from us. But when I say responsible, I just mean getting us to school and back home when we need to be.

We did promise our parents to focus more in university, since we may have just passed last back in high school. They are paying for our schooling, and they expect us to graduate with a degree in anything and get a job in the end. But in reality, I knew they just wanted to kick us out of their house to live on our own.

"I said no," I said louder, just as I stopped at a red light, a block away from school. "Look, Z, I really don't want a part in that again. I just-..." I sighed and looked at him seriously. "I wanna actually succeed in something, not just pass like in high school."

He snorted and looked out the window. "Really? Really, Haz?"

The traffic light turned green and I stepped on the gas. "Yeah actually, so just stop making fun of me," I said, eyes on the road.

"Okay. Let's say I believe you. What exactly do you want to do? What job do you want?" Zayn asked, and I could tell he was looking at me.

"I don't know. But what I do know is that I want to BE something in my life," I answered, turning into our school. "I'm sick of slacking off and amounting to nothing."

"So you're saying I'M slacking off?" he asked harshly.

I shook my head and parked my car, turning of the engine. "I just want to be more, okay, Z? I'm not saying that we're nothing."

"Fine. Let's just get to class then," he muttered, opening the door and slamming it shut.

I sighed and followed him in the building of our first class. Well, at least I finallly told him the truth. He is my best friend.

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"That was the most boring class ever. Ugh. When's our next class?" Zayn asked as we walked out of our first class.

"At 1. We have...3 hours. What do you wanna do?" I replied, looking around.

"Don't care. You'll make me go to class after anyways," he said.

I spotted a building nearby and saw people sitting, on their laptops. Shelves of books and rows of computers were visible as well. Hmm...Library, I guess.

"How about we stay in the library over there? It's close to our next class, it's pretty quiet and we still have 3 hours," I suggested.

Zayn shrugged and followed me towards the building. "What do you think about just giving it one more try. It won't be as bad as the last one. I think the business is getting better," he said as we reached the doors.

"Right. Cuz no one almost got shot or arrested last time," I muttered sarcastically, ignoring his chuckle. "And still no. It's way too risky."

"But, come on! Don't bail on me now, just cuz you want to 'BE something in life'," he said, trapping me in a headlock. We laughed and walked into the library, making quite a scene apparently.

"Shh!" I heard someone say from the front desk. I pulled away from Zayn with a smile. But when I turned to face the person who quieted us, I was pretty...shocked to see whoever shushed us.

He had brown hair, chocolate brown puppy eyes, but boy was he FIT. His shirt was tight enough that I could see it sort of straining his muscles. He was standing behind the front desk, holding a book and looking at us sternly. Not that he looked any less hot. Oh, forget it. He's SEXY!

I heard Zayn chuckle and felt him pull me towards one of the study tables. "Don't let him bug you. He just works here."

"Wait, what? You know him? Who is he?" I asked quite frantically.

"The librarian assistant? Lame title, right? He's some nerd that actually volunteered to work in HERE. I know; can't believe it either," Zayn said, chuckling and making faces at HIM. But who is HE? I feel like I have to know.

"But what's his name? Do we have classes with him?" I asked, looking back at the front desk. Sadly, he wasn't looking back at me.

"Dunno. Just heard that he works here. I think he even gets paid for working at such a boring place," Zayn replied, sounding really bored already.

"So you don't know his name?" I asked again, craning my neck to look at HIM again.

"No. Why does it matter?" Zayn asked, then really looked at me. "Wait a minute. You like him, don't ya?"

"Maybe," I replied, avoiding his eyes and trying to catch the librarian assistant's. "Okay, fine. I do like him. But come on! He's hot."

"Yeah, according to YOU he is. Haz, he's a nerd and he works in a freaking library. How much lamer can he get?" Zayn said, laughing.

"It's not lame. If he likes it then - "I said, but got cut off by HIM shushing us again. Not that I minded.

"Shh!" The librarian assistant glared at us, but went bavk to organizing the books on the front desk.

"Really, Haz? You like HIM?" Zayn asked, punching my arm.

"Well, yeah! I think the assistant librarian thing makes him even hotter," I admitted, whispering now so HE wouldn't get pissed at me. "I just wanna know his name."

"Why don't you just ask him then? You know, just go up and talk to him?" Zayn suggested, nudging me up from my seat.

"What? I can't just - " I argued, but stopped myself when I heard some talking by the front desk. I turned and looked to see 2 guys, a blonde and a brunette, talking to HIM. "Who are they?"

"Probably his friends. Or his boyfriends. Why? Jealous already?" Zayn taunted.

I ignored him and tried to see what type of relationship HE had with those guys.The blonde one was laughing at something the brunette said, and brown eyes was trying to shush them.

Then they suddenly looked over at us, and stopped talking. The blonde's eyes widened and he quickly looked away from us, whispering frantically to brown eyes. The brunette kept eyeing us curiously, then narrowed his eyes at me. He huffed and turned back to brown eyes, seeming to be angry.

Brown eyes looked confused, then looked at us curiously as well. When he caught my eyes, I may have felt my heart stutter. But then he looked over at Zayn I'm guessing and looked kinda scared. He looked away and whispered to his friends, who nodded and whispered back.

"They're scared of us, Haz. Did you see their eyes? Priceless," Zayn said.

I frowned and turned back around to face him. "Yeah. Just great." *Note sarcasm*