Not Perfect - a 1D fanfic

CHAPTER 2

It's the next morning and I am at my place in my class. My freaking cut burns and I ignore it.

But to be honest, I like the way it burns. I like the pain.

I look out of the window and see Zayn standing. I go out to say hi. But as soon as I reach him, I see his tears are running down his face.

"Oh My God, Zayn!", I exlaim, "What happened?!"

He sees me and quickly wipes his tears and smiles.

"Oh, nothing", he says, "It's all good."

All ISN'T good.

"No Zayn, what happened, man?", I ask.

He shakes his head. Bell rings for homeroom.

"I gotta go", Zayn smiles and says, "And so do you......in your class. See ya!"

"But Zayn....", I start to say but he leaves.

I enter my class and sit at my place. What had happened to him? Mrs. Carter walks into the class and it begins.

When it's finally break (the morning one), I hurry downstairs to the canteen. I see Zayn and Harry sitting, laughing and grinning. Harry spots me and waves. I wave back and go join them.

"Heyyy guurrrlll", Harry says, in a valley girl accent with his British accent melting away. I stare at him in horror.

"Don't do that again", I say, "I like the British-accented Harry better."

He laughs. Zayn's laughing too. But is he really laughing inside? No. At first I decide not to discuss about what I had seen in the morning in front of Harry. But then, they ARE like brothers, right?

"So, Zayn", I say softly, "What happened in the morning?"

"What?", Harry asks, looking at me.

"Oh, nothing", Zayn smiles and says to both Harry and I.

"Yeah right, Zayn", I say, "Don't hide it from me, I can see your fake smile. You seemed to be in a bad mood yesterday and you were weeping in the morning."

As I say this, Zayn tears up and starts to sob.

"Zayn", I say, patting his shoulder.

"Bro?", Harry says, surprised.

He gets up from where he was sitting and comes across the table to Zayn's side and holds him from the back.

We go to a garden like place behing the staircase that ais behind the canteen because anyone hardly hangs out here as Zayn doesn't want to talk about what is bothering him in front of everyone.

"Okay", he begins, "As you can tell, my name is ZAYN MALIK, actual spellings  z-a-i-n. My grandfather was from Pakistan and so I have this name." He gives a pause.

"Yeah", Harry says, "I know."

"That's cool!", I exlaim. It is, I had no idea.

"That's what you think Anna", Zayn says to me, "a few people in my class tease me about it everyday."

"What?!', I exlaim, "Why would anyone tease you about THAT?!"

Zayn shrugs. "That is why I came out of my homeroom", Zayn says, "I can't tolerate them."

I feel anger well up inside me. I can't cry, I have gone weak, so I get angry. Why is this world like that? Why is everyone so cruel? I have seen my loved ones suffering, especially my mom and now, my bestfriend.

"I gotta go wash my face", Zayn says and leaves. I punch the wall.

"What if they removed this division?", I say, frustated and angry "What if they thought of  Zayn not as an *Asian* or *British*,  but just human?? What if they thought about him as one of us beacause he HIS... but just because of this one little thing...?"

A tear trickles down Harry's face. I soften down a bit.

"Hey", I say to Harry, "It's okay." Even though it isn't.

"I've never seen him cry like that", Harry says.

"Maybe he needed to finally vent", I say to him, "share his problems and feelings."

"Yeah", Harry says, wiping his tears, "He doesn't do that much. He is quite mysterious that way."

I am in my class now. It's a sub. I think about break. How Zayn had come back with a smile and said everything was fine.

Amazing.

You never know, Harry might have problems too.

Just because someone doesn't say it, doesn't mean he/she isn't suffering. Just because someone laughs a lot, doen't mean that they are happy-go-lucky.

Take my mom for example. She doesn't talk to anyone about her problems and keeps a smile on her face. But all of need to to talk about our emotions, eventually.

I hope Zayn's doing alright. I really, really, hope so.

It's lunch and I am with Zayn and Harry. Harry just cracked a very unfunny joke.I am fake laughing. Zayn isn't even trying.

"C'mon bro!", Zayn says to Harry, "You can do much better!"

Harry pretends to look offended. I laugh. Honestly, I have never laughed so much with anyone than I have with these guys.

I hope my  mom's having fun too. My heart sinks. How can she have fun? Am I serious? I feel guilty. How can I laugh when she is sad?

"Uh.....you alright, Anna?", Zayn asks.

Did I really let my bad mood show? Am I that weak?

I smile and I start to say no but Harry interrupts. "Uh......maybe not, Zayn", he says.

He tells him the time he saw me trying to control my tears.

Oh yeah, shit.

"Maybe you need to vent", Harry tells me, throwing my words at me.

"You have us now", Zayn says. *You have us now.*

That made my tears well up in my eyes. I gulp and hold them back.

I smile and say, "No, it's cool, that's sweet, though."

"You know", Harry says, "I came up here the first time so you could have someone to talk to."

I look at him, quite surprised, kinda annoyed.

"So", I say "THAT's the only reason?"

"I mean", Harry says, softly, "but, like, you seemed like a cool person, so we decided to hangout. And you know be.....like.....BFFs!"

I smile at that, and laugh slightly.

"You ARE cool", Zayn says, "you just don't seem so"

This is too much. They actually like being in my company? Is that what it is?

"Thankyou guys SO MUCH!", I say, with gratitude. I completely mean it.

"You don't thank friends", Zayn says, putting his arm around me as I fist-bump Harry. I have friends, I have people who care.

~THIS IS NOT THE END GUYS, I'LL BE UPDATING A NEW CHAPTER~