The New Kids

~ 4 ~

Zayn 

As I am on my way to school I walk with my head down and my earbuds in. When I arrive in the schoolyard I don't look up until I walk right into a person. I fall right onto my behind and I unplug my earbuds when I realize its only Harry. 

"Wow, I knew you were falling for me but I didn't realize it was happening that fast." 

He reaches his hand out to help me and I take the offer quickly, "mmhm." 

"You can't even deny it," he laughs showing off his dimples. 

"Hey, don't be cocky about it," I blushed looking down at the ground.  

He put his hands up in defense and nodded making me laugh, we started talking about different things. Whatever we thought of next would become a full conversation. Then Harry mentioned something about a party. 

"I would like you to be my plus one," he raises an eyebrow and gives me cheeky smile. 

"Common, you know how I feel about Louis." 

"I know how you feel, I'll make sure he stays away from you, I'll make it worth your while." 

I think for a second, "I could go, I mean it's a Friday anyway." 

He smiles and kisses my cheek, "Thank you so much, I can drop you off home so-" 

I interrupt him, "Please don't drop me off, you can stay over." 

"Cool, now let's get our asses to class." 

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I slam my locker shut and when I turn Harry is there smiling, "Common, hurry upppp." 

"Okay, here I'll give you my address." 

We get into his forest green jeep and Harry throws our backpacks into the back seat. He starts to drive and I stare out of the window at the moving scenery. The car starts to slow down and I can see my apartment getting closer. He parks in the parking lot and I take him onto the fire escape. We run up the stairs and when we get to my bedroom I open the window closing it when we got inside. 

Harry walks in first and looks around. There are a bunch of posters and pictures scattered around the walls, my bed is more like a really large couch covered in different blankets. I walk in my closet and I rip my shirt off starting to look through my shirts trying to find something more comfortable. 

"I like your room. It has a nice aesthetic to it." 

Harry sits on my bed and looks at all of my posters one by one, he actually looks interested. No one ever sat and took the time to look at my wall and figure out all of my interests. I look away from him and revert my attention to my closet. I pick out my batman shirt and I try it on but the sleeves are too tight. 

"Damnit!" 

Harry looks at me with a confused look on his face, "What's wrong?" 

"My favorite goddamn shirt is too tight," I take it off and toss it onto the ground. 

"Here, let me fix that." 

I watch as he takes out a pocket knife and messily cuts the sleeves off of it. He slashes through a few parts making it look ripped and worn. 

"Try that." 

He passes it to me and I try it on, "It fits perfectly." 

I run at him and jump onto his lap, "thanks." 

"No problem." 

He leans in and kisses my lips softly, I lean in wanting more but we are interrupted by three loud knocks on the door. It's my drunk mother, ever since dad left her for a stripper she has been a depressed mess. 

"Open up fag," she slurred her words. 

My eyes start to tear and Harry wraps his arms around me tighter. He kisses my forehead and whispers into my ear distracting me until my mom went away, probably passing out on the couch. 

I look up at Harry and he wipes a tear off of my cheek kissing me again. 

"How about we get out of here and get to that party?" 

I nod my head and I make my way toward the fire escape of my apartment. We run down the stairs and get into Harry's car. 

"I can't wait for this party, I'm gonna get so drunk." 

He laughs at my sudden burst of excitement, "Oh same." 

We start driving but when we arrive we notice that the party had already started. There were people outside running around the yard holding red plastic cups and the music could be heard from inside. I grab Harry's hand and run into the house knowing exactly where the kitchen was I run into it to find every kind of alcohol imaginable. 

I take my first shot...