The Dark Souls •H.S•

•-T.W.E.N.T.Y_F.O.U.R-•

"It's not a lie." His voice, those words, went around my head again and again, day and night. I couldn't sleep, I avoided conversations with my so-called aunt and my friends. I always dozed off as Harry's words roams around my head. I haven't slept properly nor have I eaten properly for three days. I am now on my bed, under the blanket, staring at the ceiling. I didn't really go to school today, and I didn't get any calls from anyone either. I am relieved that no one bothered me but it also disturbed me that no one bothered. I sigh loudly out of exhaustion and closed my eyes.

"Tired?" a familiar voice, which sounded like the person talking to Harry, asked.

"Hmm..." when it finally hits me, I immediately sit up straight and look at the person with wide eyes.

"Oh, it's you." I said, giving out a breath of relief.

"Why? Were you expecting someone?" Zayn asks with a smirk and Harry came into my mind. I shake my head giving his answer and shaking out Harry's picture from my head.

"Wait, how the heck did you even come inside!?" I asked him in total flabbergast, because I made sure the window is closed.

"Uh- well, transportation spell?" Zayn said which came out more of a question, with an awkward laugh.

"Then why the hell was he using the window?" I mutter to myself,

"Uh what was that?" Zayn asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression, I just smile and shake my head again. I then pat on my bed, signalling him to sit down.

He sits on my bed, and I look at my hands. I sense him looking at me so I look at him. This is the first time I have actually noticed his eyes. His beautiful hazel colour is mixed with black, the unique colour makes me want to dive in more and before I even realise it, our nose are almost touching. I quickly back away and look at my hands, I could feel my body heating up in embarrassment. He clears his throat to avoid the awkwardness.

"Uh so, why did you come here today?" I ask him, totally confused because he never came in here like this.

"You didn't go to school so I was worried." He said, and I nod.

"Wait, how do you know?" I ask him, while looking at him.

"I go to the same school as yours." He answered with a shrug,

"What!? How come I never saw you there!?" I ask him, in total shock and confusion.

"I don't really go to school." He said, and shrugged.

"So why didn't you go to school today?" before I could ask him more questions, he changed the topic.

"Wasn't feeling well." I answered, I could feel a lump forming in my throat as I am I reminded of the horrible reality.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asks, his eyes filled with worry and his voice held such sweetness, and I broke. I just couldn't hold it anymore and I broke, he held me as I cried in his arms, telling him everything, if only he could understand.

We sat there, on my bed, for hours while I cry as he tries to comfort me. I stopped crying and just sniffled, we stay like that for some time. Until, I pulled away and look down on my hands which is on the lap.

"Uh, sorry." I whisper, my voice coming out rough after all the crying and all.

"Go wash your face." Zayn said, and I nodded. I went in the washroom, closed the door behind and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, my eyes red and puffy, my lips are swollen as well and my cheeks and nose are red as tomatoes. I quickly wash my face which was covered with salty tears, then wiped them with the towel. I come out and see Zayn standing with a glass of water and a warm smile. I took the glass of water from his hand and gulp the water down, I sigh in relief after drinking the water.