Who Do You Think You Are? {Larry/Ziall AU}

Chapter 8: Zayn, the Bald and the Beautiful.

Chapter 8: Zayn, the Bald and the Beautiful.

The month of December was a difficult one for Zayn and Harry.

Not only did they have to tell twenty schools about the Mardi Gras style Winter Ball, within the space of two weeks but they also had to go to school. They left Parkdale High during free periods and lunch to tell other schools about the ball but even though they were quite punctual and sneaky – in regards to their identity – they slipped up a couple of times. Needless to say it resulted in some very awkward situations.

Take, for instance three days into the project:

“Hurry up Haz! We’re going to be late for Lit!” Zayn yelled as they pelted down the hall, books and pencils in hand.

“I am but these pants are killing my jewels!” Harry shot back, the few students that were just walking into their classrooms sniggered.

“Your problem Haz, you insist on wearing skinny jeans!” Zayn shouted with a hint of laughter in his voice, then, finally, they entered their classroom just in time.

“Nice of you to join us, Zayn, Harry. Just in time though, I’ll let it slip. Sit down” Ms Staley said with an annoying chirp in her voice. The two boys went and sat on either side of Niall and Louis at the back, they had made a habit of doing that in their classes with them.

“Can you just leave us- wait are you wearing lip-gloss?” Niall had started, cutting off as he had turned to Zayn. Zayn’s eyes widened as he touched his lips, realising too late that he hadn’t wiped his gloss off.

“Umm, yeah? I get like, really dry lips and umm only this stuff can help” Zayn rattled off. Niall just rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like ‘cream puff’.

Or a couple days ago when they had had a Ball Forum in the morning at a different school and both had to wear beanies for the rest of the day:

“Zayn, I feel unoriginal, uninspired” Harry shouted melodramatically, getting a few stares from the students on the neighbouring tables.

“Haz, if you want to draw attention to the fact that your hair has a whole fuckin’ tub of heavy duty hairgel and my hair is as flat as a pancake then go ahead, be my guest” Zayn growled, the voice of reason. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you wear a snapback, hmm? Now we look the same” Harry whined a little further, just to wind Zayn up now.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry that I have to wear that scratchy wig, I’ll wear a hat next time…” Zayn trailed off, realising that Louis was walking right by their lunch table to go throw the rest of his food in the bin. He gave Zayn a quirk of an eyebrow and continued to the bins.

“Great, now I'm a bloody bald, dry lipped freak!” Zayn threw his hand up in exasperation.

Apart from those unfortunate slip ups, December had been a month of change.

A lot of the student body actually didn’t have a problem with the Winter Ball, taking friends and joking about it. About eighty percent of the school had just accepted the fact and were having a laugh about it, even the guys which astounded Harry and Zayn. The other twenty percent of people were adamant on escaping the ‘dreaded ball’, those were mainly the jocks and cheerleaders. No surprise there.

A few things that had also astonished the boys were the amount of people that have gone up to their table and asked the girls out. The Lunch of the announcement had one girl sidling up to their table.