Too Much To Ask.zh.

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Seven - Harry gets hurt.

Zayn's eyes were still burning fire into the back on Harry's head as he stared at the two guys cuddling, he rolled his eyes as he picked up the ball, kicking it softly without much enthusiasm, there was a point where Harry pulled the older boy closer and Zayn fumed, kicking the ball with so much force that it ended up hitting the coach's head. The surprised man turned around at the impact on his head, eyes glaring at his sheepish student. "I'm sorry, coach!" Zayn yelled over the field as the coach kicked the balls back at him, right hand rubbing his head slowly. "Focus and kick it over to me, Malik!" The coach returned the yell, "This time, aim it for the legs and not my head, yeah?!" Zayn just smiled guilty at the coach again, mumbling a soft 'here we go' as he get the kick into the goal.

"That was great, Zayn!" The coach happily yelled out at his student. "I might as well be choosing you as the captain this year." He smiled, patting Zayn on the shoulder and leaving the student to roll his eyes. You'd have to pick me for captain if you don't want to become jobless, anyways. Zayn thought, grabbing a bottle of water from Mike, the water boy and gulping it down. He stared down at the other boy who was still standing beside him, "Fucking get lose you low life." Zayn mumbled, watching smugly as the skinny boy tripped over himself to get away from Zayn. Zayn took another gulp of his water, looking over at Niall who was now laughing at something the curly haired lad had said.

"Andy, who's that?" Zayn asked, motioning to the long legged, dimpled guy next to Niall and Andy let out a laugh, "Remember the kid we used to fool around with back in Year 10?" Andy asked, gulping his water. "That's him now." Zayn just held back a smirk at how that boy changed, knowing that he was up for a hell lot of competition but what's a game without competition - right?

"You can't expect me to believe in that bullshit." Niall cackled up a laughter at Yasmine's reply when Josh said he love her, it was actually funny to see Josh pout over that, sweat drenching his footie shirt as he crawled towards his girl-friend to give her a kiss. Harry smiled at the blonde as he watched him laugh, even though the remnants of his tears are still present in his face. The curly haired lad reached forward, thumb nudging at Niall's jaw in a caressing manner and the said boy turned to face him, the toothy grin still present on his face. It fall not seconds later when blue eyes came in direct contact with emerald ones, Niall instantly felt bad at what he had did during the last hour. Perhaps he shouldn't have let his feelings get in the way and kissed Zayn but he did and there was no proper explaining after he had ran out of the common room, leaving the other boy a bewildered mess. It was a bold move, even for Niall. Somehow, he felt everything would have been better if he hadn't let the rumors get into his head and if Zayn wasn't such an asshole to his best friend and literally everyone.

"Harry I've got something to tell you." Niall breathed out calmly.

The younger yet taller boy hummed as a reply, eyes fixated on the practice that was going on in the football field. "I hope you won't get mad." Niall started, eyes trying to look at anyone but Harry and Zayn who was staring at him from the football field. "I would never be mad at you, Ni." Harry smiled. "Zayn asked me out." He finally breathed out and he felt Harry tensed up beside him. Niall slowly but surely glanced up at the younger boy too see Harry's face scrunch up in anger as he stood up and stride his way over to the raven haired bloke. Zayn turned around just in time Harry's fist came in contact with his jaw, and he held it as he groaned in pain, "What the fuck, dude!" He yelled, hands balled up in fists as he glared up at the taller boy. Zayn was quick to react when Harry moved forward, attacking his face with a punch himself and he could see from the corner of his, a blonde running towards their direction. Harry growled, and Zayn smirked, letting himself fall victim on purpose as he let the younger boy grab his shirt and slam him into the wall. He let him punch him in the face multiple times till it was red with blood, taunting him with that sly grin on his face every single time.

"What the hell, Harry!" The Irish voice he had been waiting for finally yelled, and Zayn let himself groan in pain as he dramatically fall to the floor, clutching his jaw. Niall pushed Harry off Zayn, "What the fuck is your problem, Harry!" The blonde snarled, "I just told you something hoping you would react like a fucking sane person you are and you fucking nearly killed him, you dick-ward!" Niall's accent only got thicker with the words he said as he kneel beside Zayn, being so oblivious to the fact that he was falling victim for a trick again. The brunette's eyes filled with tears as he stared down at the blonde he love, "I-I'm sorry, Niall. B-But - " He cut himself off when the blonde was not paying attention to him, all of his mind on the bloodied boy in front of him and Harry shook his head, tears welling in his eyes as he turned away from the scene, heart breaking away in his chest as he ran.

Harry ran, he ran as far as he can until his legs gave out beneath him. He was crying, and he was crying hard as he clutched jaw, no matter how it much hurt, it didn't amount to the pain in his heart. He could feel his heart cracking in his chest and he clutched it hard as he fall back down on the dry pavement with tears still falling down on his face.

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