S.A.D || zarry au

eight

THIS CHAPTER IS ALL OVER THE PLACE MY APOLOGIES!!!

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         I sat on my bed with the biggest grin on my face. Liam was playing Donkey Kong on his old DSi totally oblivious to my happiness.

        "Okay spill, what happened with Zayn?" Liam asked pausing his game. Okay, maybe not completely oblivious.

        "I don't know what you're talking about," I try to hide my smile but I'm not doing very well.

        "Yeah, sure, now tell me."

        I blushed, what was I suppose to say? 'He said he liked me, kissed my cheek, then called me sexy?'

        Well, I guess that's what I should say...

        I repeated to Liam what I had said in my mind and he smiled, "You didn't even have to ask him if he was gay. I told you he'd come to you!"

        My smile flattered, "What if he just did it because I had that attack. Fuck, now he's going to ask about it and-"

        "Stop it! You were just flirted with by your crush so shut up and enjoy the moment!"

        "Fine then," I lightly laughed.

        "Where's my thank you?" Liam then asked.

        "What?"

        "I left you two alone and if I didn't this wouldn't have happened if I didn't! I need a 'thank you Mr. You're The Best Liam"!"

        "Never."

        "C'mon!"

        "Nope," I popped the 'p'.

        "I helped you and this is the thanks I get?!"

        "No, you get zero thanks."

        "Ungrateful, Styles..."

        I pressed the quit button on the DSi causing Liam to lose all of his progress.

        "HARRY!" he gasps trying to get his game back.

        "Thank you, Liam," I snicker but he was too busy whining about the game to hear me.

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        "Hello, Mr. Styles," I hear a familiar, happy voice say.

        I turn and see Zayn sit in his seat beside me. I smile back, "Hi, Zayn." I noticed that his nose looked like it was starting to heal. "You're nose is h-healing."

        "Yeah, thank god, I feel stupid with this bandage on it constantly," he laughs.

        I look down as Ms. Peterson started talking about "the project".

        "Shit, I forgot about that," Zayn said when she gave us time to discuss it. "Hey, Harry."

        I look up.

        "Do you want to come over later? We can work on this and maybe you can stay for dinner?" Zayn asks.

        "I-I...." I gulp, "Su-ure."

        "Don't go stuttering on me now."

        I clear my throat, "Sorry.."

        "No need to apologize, it's cute," he bites his lip.