Secrets [Zarry]

Bloody Knuckles

The next morning in science, Zayn decided to sit next to Harry again.

"Hey, do you have a letter for me?" Harry asked, folding his arms and looking at him.

"I left it in my room, it's more than one page and I'm not done yet." Zayn said.

"If there's a deadline tell me." He joked.

"Well, as soon as possible I guess. I'm curious." Harry said.

"Yeah me too, who was that guy you were with last night?"

"Chris, I met him at work. Why?" Harry asked.

"Does he go here?" Zayn asked.

"No. But his friend does, we hung out in his dorm room." Harry smiled.

"What did he do to you?" Zayn asked quietly, his eyes dark.

"What?" Harry frowned at him.

"Uh, what did you guys do?" Zayn asked, trying to seem casual.

"Nope, that's my business." Harry smiled.

"I don't kiss and tell."

"Kiss?" Zayn echoed rather loudly.

"Yeah, you know, like you did to Alex." Harry said sharply.

"Harry-"

"We're done talking about this."

"Fine, I'd be glad to talk about something else. How about I bring the letter over tonight?" Zayn asked.

"I have work. I'll be home for a bit after class though." Harry said.

"Not long." Zayn said, knowing that for a fact.

"I'd rather bring it when you get home from work so we'll have time to talk."

"Chris is coming over tonight, so I don't think that'll work. Unless you just want to drop it off and I can maybe read it tomorrow sometime." Harry said.

Zayn stared at him. "You sound like you don't even want to read it."

Harry sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I don't know, okay?"

"You don't- Harry what the hell? Look I'm crazy about you and this is me making an effort, okay? This is big for me. It isn't easy for me to show my feelings and stuff like that. The least you could do is read the paper I poured my fucking heart out on." Zayn said loudly, suddenly not caring who heard.

He was standing now too.

Harry swallowed, trying so hard not to cry.

He felt so overwhelmed all of a sudden.

"Zayn sit down people are staring."

"I don't care! The only thing in this world I care about right now is you." Zayn said.

Harry's face was red now, and he quietly gathered his things.

He was out of the classroom in a flash, and Zayn followed with a heavy sigh.

The professor didn't say a word, shocked just like everyone else.

"Harry wait!"

"Zayn I don't want to get hurt anymore. This is too serious." Harry said, crying now.

"What is?" Zayn frowned, catching up to him.

"My feelings for you. What you did really hurt and I'm...I don't want to risk going through that again." Harry explained.