zarry // discontinued
Two broken teens. Two depressed lives. One wrong number that changed everything.
[ WARNING : Story contains triggering themes like abuse, sexual harassment etc. ]
[ STATUS : part 1, completed; part 2, discontinued ]
[ A/N : I have updated chapter 16 and 17 together. Make sure you check them both out! Enjoy x
I have also made some changes. I have changed the paintings so that they would fit more in the story. You can ask any questions if you are confused. ]
Zayn is still troubled over everything, when he and Harry come across a blonde staring intently at one of his paintings. The blonde, as if sensing their presence, turns around, looking at them up and down with his startling blue eyes.
"You are the painter, right?" he asks, pointing at one of his paintings.
"Yes." Zayn says, wondering if he wants to buy his painting too. He isn't older than them, but his clothes are branded and the way he carries himself screams 'rich'. So, Zayn wouldn't really be surprised if he whips out a thousand Euros just like that.
He nods his head towards the painting he has been staring at earlier. "What's the meaning of that?"
Zayn is taken aback. He wasn't expecting this. He turns to look at which painting he is referring to. "It's called 'Alone'." he says.
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"'Houses both the sides show that even if you may be surrounded by people you can be lonely'." the rich kid reads off from the description, a strange expression settling on his face.
"Seems like you relate a lot to it." Harry speaks up for the first time. His voice is tentative and cautious as if doesn't want to overstep his boundaries and offend him, but still encouraging him to share.
"I do." the blonde chuckles dryly, no humour evident "I am rich. But at what cost? My parents are always away. My brother lives in America. The only friends I have? All fake. They only want my money... At least, I am not alone with them."
"You are still lonely though, right?" Harry asks, sharing a look with Zayn. Both are thinking the same thing — how they could incredibly relate to this boy; how lonely they were before finding each other.
"I am Zayn." Zayn says, suddenly.
"And I am Harry." Harry smiles warmly, getting Zayn's hint "Will we see you around?"
The guy smiles. "Sure. Now, I have to go." but as he starts walking away, he turns back and with a last smiles, says, "I am Niall, by the way."
