Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 15

Chapter 14 had a some errors. Might wanna read it again. Some parts of it at least. I'm so messed up, everything's complicated even I am frustrated with this. There are just some issues happening at school and it kind of made me... I don't know how to say it, but tired or angry are the words close to it, maybe? I apologize once again. This chapter might be really shitty, rather than usual. I'm just not feeling all too well. And by the way, Edward looks like 2013 Harry and Harry looks like his 2012 self. Just wanted to make it clear.

- A

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Edward opened his eyes, but felt arms around his waist, a chest behind his back, and hot breathing against his neck that sent shivers down his spine. "Z - Zayn? " He asked quietly, getting no reply, meaning Zayn was still asleep. Carefully trying to untangle himself out of his hold, Zayn's arms around him only tightened. The frustrated boy only huffed.

"Ugh, Zayn... " He gave up on leaving, and stayed back where he was. Right against him, being held closely while he felt warmth and comfort through his body. He let his eyes close as he met the darkness, once again, drifting off to sleep..

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"Okay, number twenty eight.. locker number twenty eight.." Harry mumbled to himself. This school was big, and it wasn't helping him at least one bit. He felt their stares and eyes on him when he walked in, and blushed in a light shade of pink, feeling embarassed. He wasn't used to that much attention, although there were many incidents and times where girls, and even guys walked up to him, all flirty and touchy. But he obviously rejected them.

One night stands weren't for him. He wanted to be with someone, who would love him and not because of his looks. The lad was told he was quite attractive. But he shouldn't be thinking about his love life right now.

Harry continued walking, but fell flat on his bum, he had walked too fast, and ended up bumping into someone.
His things were now sprawled out on the floor and the only thing he could say was,

"Oops.. "

"Hi.. " Was what he got in return, and a smiling stranger with captivating blue eyes that drew him in, like he was being pulled forcefully closer to this boy. Face flushing red, he quickly says sorry, and picks up the books and papers on the ground. He couldn't help but want to look up and stare into those eyes, because he was honestly intrigued by him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a hand was on top of his, making him blush and get flustered even more. Harry wasn't the type to be outgoing and open to what he felt. He'd rather stay back and let everyone mingle with eachother, because he could care less, even if he felt lonely sometimes. There was just something different...

About this boy. And he just couldn't stop this sudden attraction to the blue eyed beauty. Harry must admit, that this guy, was really handsome, as he put it. But he already did when he first laid eyes on him.

"I'm sorry too, but one question though. I have never seen you here before. Are you new? If you are then, my name's Louis. Louis Tomlinson. " Louis said, holding out his hand for a hand shake.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles. "

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Zayn was going into the lunch room, not knowing what he was about to see. As usual, no one had paid attention to him, and like always, he would ignore them as well. He levelled out their voices and playful teasing, only focusing on getting to his friends.

"Hey, Zaynie! Over here! " This made the students look at him, and he put his head down, embarassed. Niall's yells became louder, even. Zayn walked faster, trying to remove the attention he was given.

"Niall! What the fuck? That was so fucking embarassing. " He complained, pulling at his messy hair. The Irish lad only chuckled, putting a fry into his mouth.

But then, the room was quiet. It was as if they were afraid of what came in that they didn't make any noise, scared that it might attack. "Holy shit.. " And there he was. Standing and laughing with Louis. Edward was smiling brightly, and continued giggling, maybe because of what Louis had said. There was this anger that lit up in the shielded eyed boy when his eyes landed on them.

But he ignored that strange feeling. Because right now, all he wanted, were answers. Edward looked different. He wore a white shirt and blue skinny jeans, his curls hidden under his green beanie. Zayn was confused to say the least.

He's never seen Edward wear something... Different. He always had wore all black. Black boots, black jeans, black shirt, and his leather jacket. Zayn was speechless, no word ever coming into mind.

"What? " He whispered to himself, still in the middle of confusion. But how come Louis wasn't even fazed by it?

"Wait, isn't that... Edward? "

"I don't.. it's so confusing. He's never worn anything like that before. Let alone smile or laugh. Smirks and dark chuckles were his specialties. " Liam was like a lost puppy, with a frown on his face, while his eyebrows knitted together. The whole cafeteria was still silent, other than the laughter by the two, who made everyone's jaw drop.

Zayn just glared at them, a burning feeling tugging at the bottom of his heart, irritation starting to rise as he continued watching the two interact with grins on their faces.

"Fuck this... " He stood up from his seat, not caring if he left his bag, leaving with anger and frustration built up. He didn't know why he was suddenly mad about the fact that his best friend and the bad boy who he saw sad and broken, were acting like they've known eachother for many years. It shouldn't have mattered to Zayn, because it wasn't like he had the right to claim Edward and take him all to himself. He wasn't selfish. But at that moment, he didn't want anyone near him.

He was frightened and overwhelmed of what he saw. But he shouldn't feel like this. Edward could do whatever he wanted, be with whoever he wanted, and talked to anyone he wanted. There was just something calling out to Zayn, that maybe someone would steal Edward, and he couldn't handle that. Not one bit. It would be too painful for him. He wanted him to be his, and only his. Though he knew he would never feel the same way.

Zayn felt like he was going to cry, but all he did was slide down the wall, wrapping his arms around his body.

"Fuck these feelings... " He said, frustratedly

"Fuck these feelings I have for you.. "

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