S.A.D || zarry au

two

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        "You don't have to go today if you don't want to, Harry," Mum said to me as I walked towards the doors with my bag on my shoulder.

        "Mum, it's been two days, I've got to go back eventually. It doesn't matter anyway. Barely anyone even knows I exist so it'll have blown over by now," I answered opening the door.

        "Okay, baby, have a good day."

        "At school? Impossible," I laughed lightly, "Bye, Mum, I love you."

        "I love you, too."

        I got on the bus and everything seemed to have been normal. I put in my headphones and waited until we arrived at the school then got off. Only, today, I went to the cafeteria where everyone was having breakfast and I found Liam eating by himself. The sight made my chest ache. I mean, it was my fault. I made him be alone.

        Liam and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember and we used to have some casual friends that we normally spoke to. But that all changed when my disorder started taking action. When Liam went to talk to someone else I would walk away or keep my distance.

        Every time Liam tries to become close to someone else, I start getting distant. Like, he'd invite both of us to his house and I'd make sure to have an excuse. Or, if he was talking to them in the hallway I wouldn't bother going over to him at all. It gets to a point where I won't even say a simple "hi" to Liam, so then he has to practically let that person fall on their ass and come back to me.

        I don't know why he does, though. That's something I have yet to figure out.

        "Hey, Liam," I smiled sitting in front of him.

        He looked up from the book he was reading and quickly swallowed the mouth full of food he was supporting. "Hey, Harry. How are you feeling?"

        "Like shit," I answered bluntly. I mean, I was. That anxiety attack gave me the biggest migrane in my life and a huge stomach ache that only went away last night, but it was still sore.

        "No kiddin' I heard you hit the ground hard."

        "I wouldn't know I was too busy having an anxiety attack," I roll my eyes. I knew what Liam was doing. He was trying to mask that he was extremely worried. After being best friends with me for all these years he's learned that I hate all pity and empathy.

        "There's a new kid," he says randomly.

        I look at him interested, "Really? Boy or girl?"

        "Boy."

        "Name?"

        "Zayn Malik."

        "What grade?"

        "Ours."

        "Where'd he come from?"

        "God, Harry, I don't know everything," he chuckles, "You seem a bit too excited for just a new kid. Wondering if he'd be interested?"

        "For one; I don't know what the hell he even looks like. For two; have you forgot I have a anxiety disorder that circles around social things?"

        "Maybe he's the one person that will try and approach you."

        "It doesn't matter. I won't get a word out without running to the toilets hoping that the damn thing would swallow me whole."