New Roomie (Zarry AU)

Prologue

Harry's P.O.V

I sandwich my head between my bed and my pillow, trying to drain out the music blaring from outside my bedroom window. Why did my parents have to build a unit basically right next to my room? It's not even nice music either; it's that punk rock emo shit. I hate it. And I especially hate the guy who moved in. His name is Zayn, and his skin is covered in tattoos and piercings. I can't even practice playing my guitar properly without his dog barking at my pet cat or him playing his gay music through his monstrous speakers.

"Hey Curly!" I hear him yell from outside my window, "Put your fucking animal inside before I let Bossy tear it to shreds," he threatens.

"Oh fuck off Zayn," I repeat for the fifth time in the past two hours. It's 2am, and I'm the only one in the house that has their bedroom anywhere near Zayn's unit. I open my window and my cat Prince immediately jumps into my arms. I slam the window shut again and Zayn turns his music up even louder. I know he does it to piss me off. He loves pissing me off.

Prince purrs in my arms as I pat him gently. His dog Bossy is a beast, and I would not let Prince anywhere near him. I grab my phone from my dresser and call my mum.

"Harry you could just walk to the bedroom and talk to me," my sleepy mum laughs.

"Zayn's being a fuckwit," I complain,

"Just sleep on the couch again hun, we'll talk about it at breakfast. You have school today. You have that test don't you?"

Shit, the fucking test. Zayn will just be my excuse again.

"Yes I do, and I didn't study because Zayn is being too loud," I say.

"Nerd," I hear Zayn scoff from just outside my window. Was he eavesdropping?

"The couch is comfortable, good night sweetie." And my mum hangs up before I can say anything else.

I groan as I pull myself up from my comfortable bed and grab my covers and pillow and drag them to the lounge room.

"Yeah that's right you pussy," Zayn laughs and turns the music down ever-so-slightly.

I set up my 'bed' and lie down on the couch. I've done this every night for the past two weeks, and my family has done fuck all about it. I finally drain out the music and fall asleep.

.............................

I wake up in the morning with an aching back and a sore neck. This couch was NOT comfortable, and I'm already late for school. I quickly get up and accidentally trip over Prince.

"Fucking cat," I cuss as I stumble back to my feet and quickly get changed in to a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark grey sweater.

I slide my converses on and call Louis to wag and pick me up from here. Still with me on the line, he tells his teacher that he forgot his assignment and he's going to get his mum to get it. I hear the airhead fall for his excuse and he runs out to his car, and pulls up in front of my house ten minutes later.

"You better not be turning into a nerd Harry," Louis chuckles, holding a blunt between his teeth.

"I have P.E this morning dumbass," I get in and light a joint myself.

"I know that you fucking wanker," Louis laughs and drives off in the opposite direction of school, "Buuut there's only 30 minutes left until actual classes start so there isn't a point in going to school today,"

The last thing I wanted to do was a fucking maths test. Oh well, I would have failed anyway.

"Fair enough," I laugh and turn up the volume of the heavy metal CD Louis had in. Now this was real music.