Secrets [Zarry]

Bad Idea

On Monday morning when the three of them got to class, Louis, Niall, and Liam automatically started talking about the party.

Harry kept his eyes down, drawing circles on his paper while the class waited for Professor Feathers to get his shit together.

Zayn was in a similar position, drawing a small cartoon person near the bottom of his paper.

Harry's eyes eventually ended up on Zayn, watching him.

He wanted to speak to Zayn but suddenly wasn't sure how.

It used to be so easy.

Well, sort of.

Harry sighed, looking back at his paper.

While Harry wasn't paying attention, Zayn pretended to be scratching the stubble on his face so he could turn his head and look at him.

Zayn wanted to talk about what happened at the party but he had no clue how to bring it up.

He also had no clue what to say about what happened, but he needed to talk about it at least.

It was all bottled up inside of him, driving him crazy.

Before Zayn could get away with staring, Harry looked up and caught him.

"You're wearing your hair up." Zayn blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"Yeah." Harry said quietly, a small smile on his lips though he wasn't sure why.

Zayn smiled some as well, clearing his throat and turning his body so he was closer to facing Harry.

"Um, I'm sure you remember we have an astronomy test this week." Zayn said.

"Oh shit." Harry said, his heart dropping.

No, he certainly hadn't remembered.

He was far from prepared.

Harry spent that class either being confused, or staring at Zayn.

There was no in between.

Zayn chuckled at him. "Well I know I need to study, but...I don't really take notes in that class."

"I do but I never understand the material." Harry admitted.

"I sort of do." Zayn shrugged.

"Congratulations." Harry chuckled.

"Oh, no I'm not- this isn't a random thing, I have a point." Zayn chuckled.

"Okay." Harry blushed, amused with him.

"I was hoping we could study together. If you don't want to do that...I was hoping you'd let me borrow your notes for a bit. Either one." Zayn said casually.

"Sure." Harry nodded.

Zayn blinked. "So....are we studying or are you lending me your notes?"

"Oh, uh, whichever you want." Harry stammered.

Zayn internally screamed. "Okay. Um, does three work for you?"

"Three what?"

"In the afternoon. To meet and study." Zayn clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Where?"

"Your place or mine." Zayn shrugged, staring at him.

Harry hated the fact that he blushed after hearing that statement.

Zayn smiled, noticing this.

"Um," Harry began with a shy chuckle, looking away.

"I think yours would be better."