S.A.D || zarry au

seven

I combined what was suppose to be chapter eight with this one because a 500 word chapter is just unacceptable!

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        I felt so embarrassed when I walked back into class. No one really stared or anything. It was just the fact that Zayn was and he looked so curious and concerned.

        I sat in my seat and he didn't speak but he did stare like he always did.

        I felt so humiliated. I just wanting to disappear into thin air.

        The rest of the class I kept my head down and distracted myself so I wouldn't give myself a mini anxiety attack. The last thing I wanted was to end up having to explain to Zayn why I'm shaking and tearing up. God, I don't even want to THINK about that.

        When class ended I bolted out of there as fast as I could and went to the toilets where I had been the minutes earlier. Like always, Liam did find me. But this time he just sat in the stall with me.

        "Want to talk about it?" He finally asked after a few minutes.

        "Zayn flirted with me."

        "Wow," he smiled, "that's great! So what's the pro-... Oh, Haz, did you?"

        Liam understood.

        "Almost. My hands started to shake so I left the classroom as quick as possible, but Liam, it was so freaking humiliating! I know he wants to know what's wrong with me but I don't want to tell him! The whole school doesn't know about my disorder. They think that little panic attack was just a one time thing! They think that I'm just a quiet freak. I don't want anyone to know that doesn't have to especially Zayn. It's better if he just stays away from me."

        "Don't think like that. Maybe he'll be able to help you."

        "You're the only person in this world who I could ever put so much trust and you're the only person who could get me to over come this. But you can't. So that means no one can."

        "You're being so negative. You said Zayn was flirting with you! That means he likes you and he wants to get to know you. Give him a chance and you might be surprised."

        "You think I don't want him? I do. So bad, but he doesn't deserve someone so fucked up. And, plus, I can't even discuss a project topic with him without almost having an attack," I sigh.

        "Explain to him," Liam says.

        "You know it's not that simple," I whisper.

        "I know."

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        "Harry, I'm really sorry if I did something wrong," Zayn says stopping me from my walk out of school.

        "I-it's not your fault," I mumble looking at my shoes. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

        "Let me give you a ride home."

        I look up shocked. I mean, shocked as hell. "R-really?"

        Oh, no, I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

        "Yeah, I feel like I did something wrong and I want to make it up to you."

        I stay silent tilting my head to the ground blushing.

        "Please?" He then says.

        "O-okay," I finally reply.

        "Great!" I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Follow me then."