Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Harry POV

Shopping with Zayn was probably the closest I would ever be to torturing someone. He was constantly complaining since we got to the mall. Ignoring us as much as possible. He was waiting for Liam and I outside each store until we were done.

I was still wondering what was wrong with Zayn and that man at school.

- Tell me Liam, the man detective Malik was with earlier...

I immediately saw Liam's face fell.

- Mr. Stevens... He is my art teacher.

- You don't seem to like him.

He shrugged.

- He is a teacher. Did you liked teachers in high school?

- Not really...

I admitted, wishing I had more information about the guy. He was the teacher on Zayn's picture, that I remembered, but why was he affecting Zayn's mood so much?

- Thank you for today Harry. It's the most fun I had in a long time.

- Are you safe at home tonight?

His brown eyes immediately drifted to the floor, unable to answer.

- Let's go see what my partner is doing... you still have my number don't you?

- I do.

- Alright, you can always call me. I'll help as much as I can.

We walked out of the store to find Zayn siting on a bench. He was playing with his phone looking bored out of his mind.

- Tell me that you are done....

- We're done.

- Great. Now let's go.

I rolled my eyes, as we walked out of the mall, a store caught Zayn's attention. It was an art supply store. His eyes were looking at a big case with multiple paint colors and brushes.

- You're painting ?

- Not anymore. Come on.

He simply replied, walking away without another word. I thought it was sad that Zayn gave up on something he was so good at. We drove Liam home and he thanked us again for the day. I was so sad thinking something really bad could happen to the adorable boy tonight.

- So, did you at least pull some information out of him?

- No, but he has my number if he needs help. Now will you tell me what happened at the school before I tell everything to Captain Horan?

- You can't talk about this with the Captain.

- Then, speak!

- Why don't you mind your own fucking business Styles? Who do you think you are to pretend we're close enough for me to talk to you about my life?

- I...Zayn. I'm just trying to understand.

- There's nothing to understand. He pissed me off and I lost it. End of the story.

- What did he told you? You knew each other?

- Yes. He was my art teacher in high school. He was an idiot then and he still is. Why do you care?