Blinded (z.h)

f o u r

"And these are some of the literary devices you should be using in your essay. Which, by the way, is due next week," the professor said from the front of the lecture hall.

As I scribbled the list rolling off of his tongue into my notebook, I turned to look at Niall, who had his chin rested lazily on his fist and was practically drooling over Harry.

"Niall!" I whisper-shouted as I gave his arm a small nudge. "Pay attention!"

Niall turned his head to my notebook and scanned the entire page, which was covered in black ink and words. "Oh shit, sorry, lad. Do you mind, uh—"

"Sending you the notes? Fine," I scoffed.

Niall smiled cheekily at me and wrapped his arms around my bicep. "You're the best, Zayn."

"I know I am," I sneered as I softly pushed him away. "Obviously not to you, though," I muttered to myself, making sure I wasn't loud enough for him to hear me.

"What?"

"Is this something you would like to share with the class, Mr. Horan and Mr. Malik?" The professor asked, taking us out of our own little world.

"No, sir," I spoke up, knowing Niall would be too embarrassed to even look up.

"Okay, then I would suggest you save the romance till after class. Am I wrong?"

"No, sir," I replied as I furiously blushed, this time in an even lower tone. I quickly glanced over to Niall, whose face was a deep shade of red.

We spent the rest of the class taking notes and not saying a word to each other.

"Alright, class is dismissed," the professor finally said as he clasped his hands together, then going back to his desk to sit.

I picked up my bag from the floor, and when I looked up, I saw Harry walking towards us as Niall's eyes lit up, a beautiful sparkling blue color.

"Hey, Niall. Hey, Zayn," Harry waved.

"Hi, Harry," Niall greeted back, trying to hold his excitement back. It seemed like he was about to explode, though.

"So, Niall," Harry started. "I was wondering if you were available today. I was hoping you could maybe help me with my essay like you said you would."

"Of course, Harry," Niall beamed. His whole face was shining and he looked fucking gorgeous. If only he was mine.

"Great! Let's go to the library then. You coming along, Zayn?" Harry asked, finally acknowledging me.

I shook my head. "No, sorry, I have a lot of work to do."

"Suit yourself," Harry shrugged, then turned to Niall. "Let's get going then, Niall."

"Okay," he replied. When Harry turned around, Niall looked at me with an oh-my-fucking-God-this-is-actually-happening face, which in response I gave a forced smile.

Harry and Niall strolled out of the lecture hall, leaving me to walk alone to our dorm.

I couldn't believe it. Niall was finally getting what he wanted: Harry.

I wanted to be happy for him, but how could I? How could I even bare to watch the love of my life fall head over heels for someone else?