eternity. ♡ zarry ♡

16: good enough

Age 17

Unlike any other Friday, Harry decided to stay after school— forcing Louis to stay with him— to work on homework that wasn't due until Monday.

When Harry had suggested it, Louis didn't even take a moment to think about it before he said a hard no to which Harry whined and whined about until he finally gave in.

The real reason Harry was here was because he overheard— more like eavesdropped— Zayn speaking with his art teacher about a small art gallery being setup in the school gym. Essentially, Harry wanted to see if Zayn was going to have any art there.

So, they sat in the school library with Harry working on Pre-calculus and Louis working on Calculus.

"It's six o'clock, Haz. Can we go now?" Louis grumbled, closing his textbook before Harry could even answer.

"Six? Oh! It's starting." Harry stood and hurriedly shoved his things into his backpack then zipped it closed. "Hurry, Lou. Jesus, you're slow."

"So I'm Jesus now?" Louis asked with a smirk on his lips. He slowly put his things in his bag, which he would've never done on any other occasion, but he loved to annoy Harry.

"Don't flatter yourself. Hurry up."

"Why you even rushing me for?" Louis questioned as they started walking toward the exit of the library.

"Zayn's got this art thing and I don't wanna be late," Harry mumbled.

"Did he even invite you? Doubt it." Louis grinned when he felt Harry's eyes burning into the side of his face.

"He didn't, but I should be supportive, right? Like, let him know I'll be there even if he didn't ask me to be." Harry sighed.

"Yeah, like you failed to do last time. He invited you to his ceremony where they'd be showing off his art at some friggin summer art program and guess what, Haz? You didn't show up." Louis jokingly shook his head in disappointment.

"Do you feel the need to rub that in my face every single time I bring Zayn up?" Harry scoffed.

"Yeah, I do. He clearly doesn't like me— which I dunno why, I'm fucking fantastic— but he absolutely adores you and he makes you happy. So, as your pal, I gotta make sure you aren't fucking shit up with him. You get me?" Louis explained.

They stopped outside of the gym doors that were wide open.

"Do you feel the need to cuss?" Harry whispered through gritted teeth. "How hard is it to replace the f-bomb with fudging? Not very hard at all, Tomlinson."

"Don't go changing the subject now." Louis walked in and smiled at his old art teacher who handed him a small pamphlet. The teacher handed Harry the same one.

"Plus," Louis began, "I get to scold you when you drag me to shit like this."

"Please watch your mouth." Harry glared at him. "And, for your information, I had to work that day."

"You're fudging seventeen, Harry. Get over the cussing, everyone, even your Zayniepoo, does it."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Louis, ready to actually start a fight with his friend. "I don't even call him that," he frowned.

"Also, isn't he your boyfriend or whatever? He should come before your job." Louis opened the pamphlet and began to flip through to find Zayn's name.

"We haven't even really talked about that.. it's none of your business anyways," Harry huffed and crossed his arms. "He knows my family needs—"

"Look, found him," Louis cut him off.