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eight

harry did not talk to zayn for the remainder of school, hell, zayn didn't even see harry for the remainder of school, not in the hallways not even in classes they shared together. and zayn couldn't blame him. he was an ass and he wasn't just gonna be off the hook that easily. but damn he know he fucked up bad when harry literally had to skip class in order to avoid him.

so after school ended, zayn couldn't find harry anywhere, so he ended up going home alone. the pair would usually travel home together in zayn's car, either spending some time at his or harry's house. but he knew harry didn't want to see him at this time. so upon arriving at home, he sluggishly entered the house. his mum greeted him from the living room where she was reading a book, and his sisters sitting on the sofa, watching the telly.

"how was school?" she asks.

"shitty." he says bluntly. trisha frowns.

"language, and why is that?"

"don't really want to talk about it, i gotta do something." he says before walking off up the stairs to his room. he immediately takes out his phone knowing damn well this isn't the way he needs to approach harry, but shit he couldn't help himself. he needed to talk to him somehow.

to harry: where are you? are you at home?

of course as he expects he gets no reply within the next ten minutes. he knows harry won't reply, but he still sends out another text.

to harry: i'm coming over . i'm so sorry about what happened and i wanna make it up to you , please let me make it up .

to harry: i love you .

zayn places his phone back into his pocket and runs a hand through his hair trying to come up with ways to fix this problem. he could always run down to the flower shop and buy him flowers and call it a day. but he knows that that is a load of bull shit. flowers and chocolates don't fix problems, which is why it makes him sick to see it happen in those fucking lame chick flicks that everyone swoons over. harry would probably snatch those flowers out of zayn's hand and slap him with them.

he needed a real apology, not some sappy cliche shit that everyone thinks will fix everything. zayn sucks in a breath, pacing his room for a few minutes trying to get himself together. he pauses for a second. why was he acting like a bitch about this? he just needed to men up and go do what he had to do, which is make up with his boyfriend. not pace his room and stress about.

so that's what he did. picked himself up and walked out of his room, dismissing himself from his mum and telling her he'd be back late. he hops into his car and drives straight to harry's house. when he gets there he sees harry's parents are home. so instead of going to the front door, he goes around back. he's not on good terms with harry's parents and harry isn't on good terms with his parents. lets just say, both of their parents hated the fact that the two of them being together.

it had nothing to do with sexuality, just the fact that zayn was dating harry and harry was dating zayn. with all of their constant arguing and fighting, ons and offs, the two families became fed up and often blamed the other for their child's distress and that fueled a feud. it was like parallel romeo and juliet.

zayn is so glad that he and harry came up with the idea to leave a ladder out back so that zayn could come up anytime, since harry didn't exactly have a magical tree that just happened to be right next to his window. zayn picks up the ladder and places it against the back of the house next to harry's window, before climbing up it. once he's up, he sits on harry's window sill and looking in. he could see harry who's back was to him, and it looked like he was talking on the phone. he sat in the middle of his bed with his legs crossed and head down.