Brampton High (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

The next morning was the most awkward moment of my life. I woke up to the feeling of a soft hand stroking the skin of my arm lightly. It was a simple gesture but it made me feel good. I wasn't used to affection...

I blinked the twice just to finally understand what was happening. I was sleeping on Harry, literally. My head was on his chest and my arm was around his body.

It was the first time in my life I woke up with another person like this. I didn't know what do. I removed myself right away blushing heavily.

- You're alright?

- Yeah ... I'm fine. I'm sorry for... you know... the kiss and this.

I pointed at his body.

- I wish I could tell you that I'm sorry Zayn for kissing you back but no. I'm not sorry. Except if you regret what we did. I know it's kind of weird since I am older...and your teacher...and ...

- Harry, you're rambling.

- I am? Right, I definitely am.

- I will have to leave soon. I need to talk with Liam. We are suppose to go to a party tonight with his brother, I don't want things to be weird between us.

- A party?

- Yeah with the football team. Louis is older than us so we party often with his friends.

- Will you drink? Or smoke.

I laughed softly at the teacher tone in his voice.

- Probably, Harry. It's a party.  

He looked upset for a moment before his face went blank.

- Well then maybe you should go. Luke will wake up soon anyway.

He said showing no emotion at all.

- Alright...

I trailed off, feeling uncomfortable all of sudden. I stood up, puting my clothes on before leaving without another word. I knew Harry was upset with me doing drugs and drinking but I couldn't change everything I was because we kissed once.

I walked to Liam's place, Harry lingering in my mind the entire walk there. I didn't like the way he shut me down this morning after I mentionned Liam and the party.

When I finally made it to Liam, I knocked twice hoping he didn't hate me.

- Zayn! Where the fuck were you? I thought you were dead. Never do that again!

He said hugging me tightly.

- I'm alive... Something happened, I needed time for myself.

- Are you hurt?

- Liam... We need to talk...

He sighed knowing exactly what we needed to talk about. Liam was smart enough to know I wasn't into him as much as he was into me.

He sat on his bed and he waited patiently for me to talk.

- Liam, I know you appreciate me. Like in more than a friend, but.... You're like a brother to me. I don't see you as... a lover. I can't.

- Am I not good enough for you?

- Liam, you are perfect. I... met someone. I like him ... I think.

- Him?

- Yeah. It's a boy.

- Oh... so it's really just me, right?