Secrets. ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

I skillfully dodged Liam the whole week after that. I couldn't face him. Everytime I saw his face, the only thought I had in mind was killing him.

Painfully slowly.

I needed to talk to Harry but he was also avoiding me.

I was about to leave for the weekend when I heard his ugly voice.

- Hey Zayn, what's up?

A shiver went down my spine, as his stupid voice echoed in my ears.

- I have to go.

I shut my locker harshly, signaling him I wasn't playing.

- Wait! Why were you acting like I was contageous for the past week mate. What did I do?

That was it. I pushed him against the lockers, getting everyone's attention on us. My knuckles were turning white as I hold his shirt tightly. Hitting the back of his head on the hard metal.

- Don't fucking play dumb with me Liam.

- What the fuck is your problem Malik?

He asked angrily, pushing me away. I looked around to see everybody's eyes on us, but a green pair caught my attention. They were full of concern. Harry was looking at the scene, confused. Liam and I never fought before.

Never.

- Fuck you Liam.

I finished taking my backpack from the floor and leaving the school. I was so angry. How could I've been so blind for all those years. There was so many signs and I failed to see them.

- Zayn wait! Zayn!

I turned to see Harry running toward me. His soft brown curls bouncing around his perfect face.

- Harry.

I let out, feeling pain in my chest thinking about Liam hurting him like he did.

- Zayn, what was that?

- Nothing Harry... I just don't think Liam and I should be friends anymore.

- Why? He is your bestfriend for so long. What did he do?

I looked into his eyes, and I couldn't lie to him. I just couldn't.

- I know Harry.

- You know what?

He asked stepping away from me. He knew what I was talking about.

- Liam. I know what he does to you.

- I don't know what you are talking about.

- Harry.... Please, come home with me. We will talk.

- I... I don't want to talk about anything, Zayn. I don't know what you think you know, but it's not true. Leave me alone.

He tried to walk away but I grip his arm just before he could. He turn around on himself, now facing me. Instinctively, I pressed my lips on his, not having enough words to make him understand how much I cared.