Say Something (Im giving up on you) || Zarry

prologue

LETTER-LATER.COM

written on: feb 17, 2011

to be sent on: feb 2, 2015

"dear harreh,

    I have a confession to make. the first time I saw you, I didn't liked you that much. or maybe not at all. There's something that tells me that you're a big pain in the arse. aha!

But I, as much as I hate to admit it at first, always knew that you had something special in you.

I remember the first time you talked to me. I would never forget that. We were having a conversation for the first time and you've already confessed your love for me. aha, which was by the way, weird because we only 'ave one class together.

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*flashback*

"Zayn! Zayn malik!" Zayn was on his way to his locker when he heard his name being shouted. He stopped and turn around to see who was calling him. He was a bit dissapointed when his eyes landed on a tall figure making its way to him. "yea, Styles?" the curly lad stopped, shocked at the mention of his name. "you know me?" he asked, his voice deep but surprised. "we 'ave chemistry togetha, styles." zayn wasnt surprised that that the lad didnt know they even had a class together, since, well, he's popular. "now what did you want from me?" zayn asked, already feeling awkward. "ofcourse I know that. I know we have chemistry together. I just didn't expect you to know my name." Zayn rolled his eyes, how could he not know the name harry styles? he was forced into knowing him since almost everywhere he goes, girls, and even boys would talk about him in school. "anyway, I uh..." harry trailed off, a blush creeping up his face. zayn raised an eyebrow, a way to encourage harry to continue. "I uh... I.. uhm, do you believe in love at first sight?" harry asked, looking straight into zayn's eyes. "wha-love at first sight? really, styles?" zayn asked, the annoyance in his voice getting more audible. he started walking but the other lad grabbed his left arm, causing him to stop and turn his head around a little to give him a dont-push-it look.  "yea, love at first sight, zayn. I think I fell in love-at-first-sight with you."

*end of flashback*

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I could always feel your stare almost everytime of the day, harreh. youre such a creeper aha! I would try my best to glare at you and give you the 'fuck-off' look, but you would just smile at me, showing how killer of dimples you 'ave. you were really adorable. For some reason, I got used to it and would return the smile subconsciously.

you will always sit with me during lunch breaks, begging me to go out with you but I will always give you the same 'NO', but you never gave up. you jus dont know when to give up, do you?

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*flashback*

"for the millionth time styles, NO." zayn said as he eat a spoonful of his strawberry yogurt. "why?" harry questioned as fast as zayn said no. he was used to zayn's answer. "styles, Im not gay." zayn sighed, trying to sound as less offensive as possible. dont get him wrong, harry has became, uh, in between of stranger and friend to zayn. harry's not a stranger to zayn because, well, he knows the guy, they would spend a lot of time together at school, but more of like harry chasing after zayn. not a friend because well, obviously friendship is not what harry wants. zayn would actually consider harry his friend, but he wont dare speak about it because harry it will encourage harry into what his doing. he got used to being harry around. "whats wrong with being gay?" harry asked, looking at his food. zayn could clearly see how hurt he was in his eyes. "nothing, styles. i have absolutely nothing againts gay people. its jus that i dont swing that way. so lets just drop it, yea?"