Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Ten

Wowwww six days in between updates, I am so sorry guys!! Please forgive me and enjoy the next update! :) -Meg

Heather's POV

I think I stayed on the floor of the practice room for only a minute or two, but it felt like hours. The time was stretching, warping and I could feel the world spinning. Or was it just my mind reeling? I had let myself believe that Zayn cared about me, he had told me I make him crazy but it is obvious that it isn't the crazy I had thought. The way he had looked at me, the malice in his voice spoke of a different sort of crazy. I hadn't thought that my denial of his feelings would backfire so hard, I hoped that if he thought I wasn't interested he would just continue on the way we had been before.

Clearly, I was really wrong. His words were bouncing around for a while in my head, resonating and stinging as if he were saying them just now. I shoved the malice from my mind, placing his hurtful words in a box, storing them away to haunt me another day. I imagined that Zayn had already left by now, he wouldn't want to be around when everyone got released from class, no doubt all of them a little angry with him for being a jerk. I rose to my feet, wiped the tears from my eyes and put on a determined face. I would not let him ruin me, I don't care what I am feeling towards him, those feelings are dead now. He wants to be a dick; well I can be a jerk too. Just as I was about to open the door, a hesitant knock came from the other side.

I froze, all of my confidence slipping a millimeter at the thought of Zayn coming back and screaming at me again. I wanted to stumble away from the door, but a soft voice held me in place.

"Heather? You in there?" It was Harry, the poor boy probably worried sick about me and how I was handling Zayn's comment. In Harry's eyes, I was a weak, little thing, shy and timid when in reality my inner self is pretty tough. I just have trouble letting her out sometimes. I opened the door and Harry stumbled in a little, he must have had his head pressed to the door to listen. I smiled as he blushed and when I did he looked physically relieved.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded, still softly smiling at his caring nature. "I swear to God I am gonna kill Zayn. I don't know why he said that, I thought that he was going to be nice but I don't kn-" I put my finger up to his lips, silencing his rant and he just raised his eyebrows high into his hair. I buried my face into his chest, carefully winding my arms around his thin torso and he hugged me back tentatively, no doubt very confused.

I couldn't rat Zayn out, and if Harry stayed mad at him, Zayn will think I told him. I may still hate Zayn but Harry doesn't deserve to be betrayed by his best friend.

"Harry, I'm fine. Zayn explained that he just wanted to see if I could take tough criticism. He said that LA wouldn't be kind, you must have told him about the audition?" I silently hoped that Harry had told Zayn about the audition so that my lie would work. Harry just nodded before breaking into a smile and guiding me out of the practice room with his arm around my shoulder. Harry kept apologizing for Zayn, saying he will still talk to him about it and muttering that Zayn should have told him his plan. I silently prayed Zayn would roll with the lie, it will save he and I a lot a headache if he does.

"I thought you danced beautifully," Harry admitted with a blush on his cheeks and I beamed up at him. I had gotten pretty good at pretending to be okay, every teenager I think perfects the art of being "okay". He collected all of his cameras and placed them into their respective cases and I helped him cart them to the photo lab.

"I will work on editing the film tomorrow, I can do it tonight though if you want.." Harry trailed off and I caught onto what he was trying to ask. I waved my hand in a dismissing gesture and laced my fingers in his as we left the classroom.

"I still want to go out tonight Harry," my stomach felt sick, trying to put on front was difficult and I knew I wanted to go on the date still just because it would piss Zayn off and that made me smile. But I was still worried about the things he had said and what I would do if he did tell the board about me.