His Way (Zustin Mieber AU) [Slow Updates]

Chapter 10

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Zayn's POV:

Everybody got assigned a sport or club. We all had to pick the name out of a hat. I guess you could call this process being 'assigned' a theme. I was sent out by my group to pick.

I had nervously stood there waiting for everyone else to go. When my turn came up I reached in and grabbed the last slip. I felt people looking over my shoulder just to see I guess, but I ignored them.

I opened up the slip and it read:

Soccer

Alright, I guess. I heard people say a bunch of stuff.

"Why didn't you wait?"

"That lucky kid."

"Aww I wanted that one."

"Soccer?! I wanted soccer!"

I was just about to tell them that if they really wanted it I was willing to trade, but before a single word left my mouth, Harry and Nathan were pulling me aside.

"Is it true?!" Harry asked excitedly.

"Is what true?" I asked completely confused.

"That we got soccer." Harry continued.

"Yeah, but I think other people would like to tra- "

"No!!!" Harry yelled interrupting me all too fast. "I mean... no cuz well you know... uhm ... it's the easiest and my uhm art skills aren't the best." he said with a blush on his face.

Well I guess I wasn't the only one who blushed around here, and even though I didn't fall for his lie I decided to agree because he looked like he really wanted soccer.

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Harry's POV:

Soccer.

We got soccer.

Now I finally had an excuse to stare at him. Nobody would question it. It was the perfect excuse. Thank goodness I convinced Zayn not to trade.

As we started to make our way over I had forgotten about the art supplies, and from the looks of it, so had Nathan. I guess our minds were linked or something because we both seemed to remember at the same time. We both turned to go back.

When we turned around we realized that Zayn was nowhere to be found.

"Omg! Zayn!" I heard Nathan yell.

He ran off into the distance, for what? I don't know.

That's when I saw him, out in the distance was Zayn, carrying all of the supplies needed for three people by himself.

If it would have been someone athletic or just simply normal you'd think they could handle it with just some minimum struggle. But this was Zayn we're talking about.

One of the most fragile kids I've ever met. I saw as Nathan went and took away more than half the supplies off his hands while Zayn seemed to protest. I finally got out of my trance and ran up to Zayn.

"Here, let me help." I said reaching to take the things away from him.

"No, I can handle it." he said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes and took everything away except the paper.