Muse (A One Direction Fanfic)

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Zayn's POV

I dig my fingers into my jeans and watch the barn doors closely waiting for Sky to walk in.

So this is the place where a bunch of high schoolers stash their booze and weed, waiting all week to go to one place: The barn.

The barn, is a abandoned...well...barn. Its in the woods, as most secret places are at our school since its the only thing that surrounds us, the barn is quiet lengthy to get to, though. A pain in the ass and blessing. Pain in the ass to walk to, with confusing turns and what not. But a blessing because no matter how loud the music is, no one can hear us. Also, getting here is a process too its almost impossible for the wrong kind of people "to stumble in" or to get caught unless someone snitches. But our school has; including the middle school, about 500 kids. So snitches are easy to point out and plus my crew are the ones that hook up these rich kids with these kinds of things, were untouchable.

Were untouchable because of many things, for one-We have the deans sex tape with one of staff, where he is fully aware we have. So he cant really say much unless he wanted blow-a-ton to see his little movie. Oh and thats not it, we also have small shit on almost all the teachers. We have about 10 teachers in total, so that wasn't hard to do. Expect for like 3 teachers who are squeaky clean and we actually have to go to their class. But other than that we got everyone on a leash, and no one in 194 has a grade anything less than a A.

Even the brave snitches in the past, did little to no damage. So unless the cops decide to stroll down the outskirts of Maryland, on private property....we have nothing to worry about.

"So are you just going to stand there and stare?" Dee says standing in front of me. Dee is dressed in long dress or a long shirt, I have no clue.

"Problem?" I smirk a little and she smiles. "Nah, do your little mysterious thing." She says standing beside me nudging her shoulder in the middle of my arm.

Dee is much shorter than me, she literally doesn't grow. I swear she has been the same height since freshmen year.

She yells something but I cant hear her over the loud music, so I lower my head and tell her to repeat what she said. "Who are you waiting for!" I nod and rise my head and as I almost say something, Sky comes through the doors with a new kid I have seen around.

Sky is in black skinnies and a band shirt that I cant make out which one. Her hair is straight and looks more darker brown then it usually is. Shes incredibly pretty, I wonder if I ever told her that. Probably not, even thinking about it seems foreign.

I guess I've never observed someone much before, but then again; I never really drew anyone alot before....expect for my sister. I dont let my mind think about her right now, I just continue to stare at Sky and whoever it is thats beside her.

The tall boy beside her has a tight grip on her shoulder then soon drops it to her hips and she blushes.

I always have seen Sky come to barn but not really happy. She likes to dance though, not so much drinking and smoking and but she'd always dance. I think thats why she would come here with the asshole athletes, with muscles as big as their ego and for the girls, their attitude was as tall as their legs were, just so she can dance. She never looked right standing with them.

Ive got to know more about Sky lately and shes smart, she rather dance than shop, she cares was too much about people than herself, she smiles at the little things, just hearing her talk: sounded so nice.

I wonder if she feels bad for me because Christa, or she's trying to rebel out of her circle of friends, or if shes just bored. Most kids choose to stay away from me, but Sky seems to want to talk to me. Talking to her is easier than I thought and its new, I choose to be quiet most of the time.

"Zayn? Damn whatever your on, give me some!" Dee laughs, I shake my head and look down at her. Her eyes were red and her cup look barley empty. "You havent been drinking?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "No but Im high as shit," She eyes my cup "Want me to get you some more?" She offers and I shrug and hand her my cup. She smiles bright and puts her drink on the ground and practically runs to fill up mine.

I look back at Sky and the boy now is dancing with her. I wouldn't be so riled if it wasnt his tight grip that even from here I can tell was gonna leave bruises. What was he trying to do? Hold on to her for dear life?

Dee was coming back to where I was standing but my legs acted faster than my processing thoughts and before I knew it, I was standing infront of the two.

Sky's POV

I hear someone coughing loudly and I smile when I look up and see Zayn.

Harry speaks over the loud music before I do. "Can I help you?"

Zayn does a thing with his jaw and gives Harry a up and down. Then looks at me, leans forward so I can hear him, "Are you okay?" He asks. I feel Harrys glare and somehow I feel kind of threaten but thats all I have been feeling since walking with him to get here anyways. I shake my head, "No. Im okay." I say and even add a smile.

Harry told me about his last girlfriend and how she was his light during a hard time and how she did "something horrible" to him. I dont know if it was his tone of voice or the look on his face but I chose not to press what that horrible thing was. Since we got here, he kept his body close and his hands tight. He's insecure and I think thats understandable. I dont feel unsafe or anything, Harry seems to still be sad and I've made the decision to be as much as a comfort as I can and if that means a bit of tight grips, So be it.

Zayn's expression isnt the same one he always has, the: Not really interested in much, look. It's a worried look. "Im okay." I say again. And he looks at me, "Im gonna be over there," He points to the opposite side of the room by a group of chairs. "If you need anything, or even someone else to walk back-" Harry scuffs interrupting but Zayn doesn't tear his gaze from mine. "Okay." He says, tone light but heavy at the same time. I nod and smile, "Okay." I say.

When he walks away, Harry looks at me. I mean, really really really looks at me. And lets go of me and takes a step back, I shake my head in confusion. "Wait. What did I do?" I yell and catch a few looks from the people around us. I step closer to him, closing the gap between us he has made.

"You said you two werent in a relationship! You lied!" He yells down at me.

His really mad, I reach for his arm and grab it successfully. "We arent, his my best friend." Once the words come out of my mouth, I realize the truth in them. Zayn has really became easily one of best friends. But maybe its because other than Sam, he is the only that I actually get excited talking to.

Harry looks like his volleying between decisions of if what im saying is true or if he is being threatened. I make a bold move and decide to ease his overly blown assumption and get on my tippy toes and kiss him.

I can feel him stiff for a second, then soften. I smile at my defeat. Harry's so fragile and so weak, I almost feel bad. But he likes ME and not because of social status like Luke or any footballer that has said how pretty I was just to have sex. Never fell into the trap though, maybe I can have a real relationship with Harry. A first boyfriend, this is exciting and his so pretty.