Zayn had been back to the club three times a week just to see those mop of curls. He thought he was starting to become addicted to the boy. It's just,the way the other boy makes him feel. It's amazing.
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"hey man,did you do that essay for my Thomson?" Liam asked. The boys were in their second year of uni,and they were already having trouble with turning in assignments. It was a lot easier back in high school. Zayn was studying art. He had always lived art since he was a kid. It was his peace serenity.
"no,I totally forgot to do it. "Zayn said pulling out his half finished essay. "you knew it was due today Zayn!what has gotten into you. You miss classes,forget assignments,and you space out during a lecture."Liam was always Zayns 'father' when it came to school. He's watched over him since the ninth grade. And here they are now,university students and zayn still needs reminders on things.
"I'm working on it now Lee. I've just had a hard time focusing,you know I just got out of a relationship. "zayn knew Liam wouldn't believe him. He also knew that using the 'I just got out of a relationship'thing as an excuse was wrong because in all honesty,Harry's the one keeping distracted. But he can't just blame Harry for everything.
Liam raised his eyebrow and faced forward to the professor.
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Zayn had spent his Saturday lounging around doing nothing with josh. They were playing FIFA for a while,but then josh became a sore loser every time zayn would win. He would call him things like 'twat' or 'imbecile' or even 'fag'. He would throw a tantrum over not winning and kick around the controller. Zayn would just sit there and wait till it all passed by. It happened every time. This one time,zayn,josh,and Liam were playing infamous2 and josh died numerous times. He unplugged the television and threw it out the window. Listening to the television crash to the ground.
Now they were sitting on the couch,watching a movie that was playing on the television. It was probably one of the most boring things they have ever done.
"hey,do you have any food?" josh asked sitting up and looking over to zayn. "I should have something. "zayn said,eyes glued to the television. Zayn couldn't get his mind off Harry. It was becoming a daily thing. He was all zayn would think about. It frustrated him.
"you have no god damn food zayn!"josh yelled from the kitchen. Zayn got up,making his way into the kitchen only to find josh eating crisps in one hand and making a sandwich in the other. Zayn raised an eyebrow. "I have no food because you eating it all you...you...yo-" "save it zayn. "zayn dropped his head in defeat. "I guess I'll go to the service station and pick up some snacks. "
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Zayn had arrived at a nearby service station. Inside he made his way towards the crisps,picking up some Cheetos,and some chocolate. He heard a group of males walking in. They had thick Swedish accents. Zayn sneaked a peek of the group,and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Or maybe who for that fact. The same mop of curls that keeps him up at night were standing right in front of him. Zayn didn't want to make eye contact,so he averted his eyes and walked quickly to the cashier,asking for a pack of cigarettes also. Zayn hoped he would get out in time but was to late. He felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist and hot breathe on his neck,giving him goosebumps. "Boo. "Harry whispered. Harry took zayns hand and spun him around so they were chest to chest. Harry had a big cheeky grin on his and zayn was just to shocked to respond. "so we meet again Z. "Harry said,looking zayn from head to toe. "u-uh-uhm Harry. What a surprise. "zayn said with a fake smile. "hey curly,who's your boy toy?"one of the males with the thick Swedish accent asked. "his names zayn,John. "Harry said looking into zayns eyes as he answered. The man made his way towards him and Harry,making Zayn tense. He was huge. Muscle and all. "I'm John,you taking care of Harry?"the man asked. Zayn didn't answer. He hadn't even soaked up what was happening right now. "we barely know each other John,he's just...a former client of mine. "Harry said with a sinister grin.
Zayn had finally managed to wriggle his way out of that awkward situation,saying he had to meet his mother somewhere. His shirt had smelt of Harry for the rest of the night. Mint and coconut. Nice.
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