he's real || zarry au {COMPLETED}

six

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        Monday morning, Zayn sat on his stool in first block spaced out in his own world. His mind was off questioning what had happened Friday. For a moment after him and Harry went home, he wondered if Niall wasn't just trying to "joke" around. That's when he asked Harry a question that Zayn thought was dumb.

        "Harry, you-," Zayn tried to find his words, "are you..human? I mean- was Niall just..or was he-"

        "Zayn, I'm a person and I'm not invisible," Harry answered in a whisper. Zayn could tell that Harry was so upset about what had happen, where as Zayn was more extremely angry.

        So Niall was being a undiplomatic dick, Zayn thought to himself.

        The way Harry was treated piqued Zayn. He hadn't spoken to Niall, not even when he tried to approach Zayn in the hallway. What had Harry ever done to Niall to make him treat him so sour?

        But, Niall did look the way he always did when he was concerned or confused. Why, though?

        Does it matter, a voice in his head began to sneer, he still treated your boyfriend like a worthless piece of shit. He deserves a nice shiner on his face.

        "So, Zayn, how's that project coming?" Ms. Eva asked snapping Zayn out of his thoughts.

        It startled Zayn and he gulped, "Good."

        "Are you sure?"

        "Yeah, it's taking some time, but I'm slowly getting there," he fibbed. Considering he was having problems with Niall and everything with Harry, that project was the last thing on his mind.      

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        That evening, Zayn was alone in his bedroom. He was sitting on his desk chair with his feet on the the desk and his notepad in his lap. He drew over the paper carefully making sure to get every detail of Harry's face perfect as possible. He smiled at his finished work when a voice alarmed him.

        "Hey, Zaynie."

        Zayn hugged his notepad against him chest and he felt Harry turn his swivel chair around. "Hey," Zayn smiled.

        Harry's eyes flickered down to Zayn's notepad, "What 'ya drawing?"

        "Nothing," Zayn says unconvincingly.

        Harry slightly grabbed the notepad where it was still in Zayn's hands but it was visible to him.

        "Awe," Harry cooed.

        Zayn blushed deeply.

        "How'd you do this so well? I mean, I didn't model for you or anything?" Harry asks.

        "I've always been able to draw things from memory," Zayn shrugs as his dark cheeks turned into a light pink.

        "Well, I want to model for you anyway."

        "W-what?"

        "I know one thing you haven't been able to draw from memory," Harry winked.

        "W-what are you-"

        Before Zayn could finished his question Harry pulled his shirt over his head making Zayn's eyes about bulge out of his head. His wide eyes drifted over Harry's perfectly sculpted torso, all the way down to his delicious v-lines that disappeared into his jeans. Tattoos were scattered all over his front and then Zayn noticed something, "You look like a garden."