S.A.D || zarry au

six

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        I was nervous as hell to talk to Zayn.

        Why?

        The normal. And, honestly, I'm only going to try and be a normal kid for two reasons:

        1: I don't want to dissapoint Liam

        2: Zayn Malik was freaking hot

        I walked into second block and spot a smiling Zayn with that bandage still on the bridge of his nose. I was still curious to what had happened to him. I mean "a misunderstanding" does not tell me why his nose was knocked out of place.

        I tried to keep the blush off my face but that didn't work very well.

        "Hey, Harry Styles, feeling better?" was the first thing he said as I took my seat.

        Did he just use my full name?

        I give him a confused look and he adds, "Your friend, Liam, told me that you were sick yesterday."

        Oh, right, I was "sick".

        "Oh, yeah, uh just tired from fighting that c-cold and all," I reply stupidly.

        He hummed and continued to just stare at me. It was if he was trying to memorize ever detail of me. I like it, but I don't like it.

        "Would you feel creeped out if I continued to flirt with you? I mean, you're so damn adorable and it's kind of hard for me not to," he bluntly says.

        "W-what?" I ask shocked.

        "Okay, guys! Today I want to spend most of class time on this project," Ms. Peterson said.

        Right, the project.

        "So, basically, I'm going to let you guys pick any school appropriate topic to write an essay on. I expect it to be at least five paragraphs. I know that some of you worked slower than others so I'm giving you two weeks on this. And, not to worry, I'm going to give you some class time to work on it. So you don't get to choose your partners." The whole class groaned. "You'll be working with the person sitting at the same table as you."

        Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Zayn look over at me and grin.

        "So I'm going to give you guys today to discuss what you want to do and I'll give you a few minutes at the end of class on other days after this one. Go on, now."

        "So," Zayn said facing me.

        I turned his way but didn't make eye contact and looked at the table.

        "Got any ideas?" He continued.

        "Erm, eating disorders?" I reply mentally face palming.

        "That's a bit broad. We'd have to narrow it down to one type."

        "I guess," I whisper.

        "You're a bit awkward, aren't you?" He chuckles. "It's cute, thought."

        My nerves got the best of me and my hands started to shake lightly. Uh oh.

        I quickly put my hands in between my thighs trying to hide their shaking, but I believe Zayn already saw.

        "Harry," he says softly, "are you okay?"

        "F-fine."

        "I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention."

        It's not his fault. I'm a freak.

        "N-no. Um, can I be excused?" I ask.

        "No need to ask," concern is laced in his tone as he spoke.

        Ms. Peterson said nothing as I silent left the room and headed to the bathroom to calm myself down. I locked myself in a stall.

        What the hell is wrong with me?

        Oh, right, I'm fucking mental.

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Wow this was short, haha.

Sorry I didn't get to post this before but it wasn't finished and I fell asleep.

But, hey, I've got a few more chapters already written and all I need to do is upload them!

Oh, btw, I just want you all to know that every time I read your comments it gives ME feels! Like you guys just make my day constantly! Thank you for that.

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Tori xx