199 Letters And Counting (Sequel to 199 Letters) (BoyxBoy

Chapter 6

A/N

Just to put this out there, if you comment in the future or already have on the first two chapters, I won't reply. Because of the fact that I did not write them, it just doesn't feel right. But, every other chapter I will respond to your comments. Unless you are someone who jumps into reading the story late and comments on every chapter as you catch up, then I'll only reply back on one comment. Unless they're questions which I will answer each. So, yeah, now you know and don't feel bad if you see responses for everyone else but you just because you happened to comment in the first two chapters. Though, I do read every comment. Thanks and you may now continue reading! :)

~JD Xx

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Knock, knock, knock Zayn faintly heard from his attack converted art room. He paused, turning off the soothing classical music he had playing and listened again for the noise. Sure enough, after waiting a moment he could hear the knock, knock, knock from downstairs. Zayn knew he wasn't expecting anyone but he figured Liam must have been. It was like he had been waiting because the third knock didn't really echo like the rest. It sounded cut off as though someone had just opened the door.

Shrugging to himself, Zayn turned back on the old music and went back to his sketching. He wasn't expecting the knocking to return, but on his attic door. He cursed to himself for the tear he made in the drawing for jumping before calling for whoever it was to come in. He was even more surprised that as the knocker walked in, it turned out to be Harry.

"Harry," Zayn greeted, turning down his music, "whats up? I didn't realize you were coming over."

Harold sighed as he sat in the empty chair next to his friend on the opposite side of the easel, "Neither did I. Paul just showed up saying Louis called Liam and he's expecting me."

Zayn nodded, taking the torn paper from the easel and walking to the left side of the room where he could throw away the old sheet and get a new one. Zayn thought about what Harry said for a moment.

"Isn't Li on a date with Danni?" Zayn asked, vaguely remembering something like that coming up. Zayn missed Harry's wince at the word 'date' as he tore off more paper from one of his many rolls laying on the ground. But, as he turned around with the new paper, he didn't miss the shrug Harry gave as an answer. He also didn't miss the tired look on Harry's face. And the way he seemed to be holding what looked like an old rag for dear life. "Is everything alright?" Zayn asked as he sat back down and replaced the new paper on the easel.

Harry shook his head, "No, not really. But I don't feel like talking about it so don't ask."

Zayn nodded, respecting the younger boy's wishes. Though, he did worry for his friend. The way Harold spoke had almost an angry edge to it's seeming worn out fabric. It wasn't like Harry to get really moved by anything. Normally he was good at holding things in and coping. Zayn didn't agree with the method but he didn't want to be nosy and pushy and get Harry to spill. So, he stayed silent as he began his drawing over again.

"What are you drawing? And what did you throw away?" Harry asked as he watched Zayn in mesmerization.

Zayn chuckled at the question, "You actually. Before and now," he tilted his head to the right side of the room where there were a pile of papers, "I've already drawn the other boys. All I have left is you."

Harry smile for the first time since the meeting, "Good timing on my part then, yeah?"

"Yeah," Zayn agreed; sneaking a glance at the curly haired lad before drawing those curls in.

Harry took the hint and moved himself so he was right next to the easel. Though, he didn't get too close so he could still watch as Zayn worked his magic. It amazed Harry to see the lines create an image. He considered it magic 100%. Next, Harry watched Zayn chisel out his jaw and other contours of his face. The picture was beautiful, even if it wasn't meant to be. It was elegant and soft without looking.. girly. And in only a few hours Zayn was done with needing Harold there. Though, as they listened to Zayn's music in otherwise silence, Harry found himself in too much pease to want to leave. At least for a little while, this let Harry forget everything going on.