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Four : Sad

After Zayn got out of the limo, he went up to his apartment and put his money into the box in his sock drawer. He undressed and got into the shower. 

He thought about the countless times he had to reject Gigi and he knew it wasn't fair. But he knew he didn't want to be in a relationship with her. He knew sleeping with her was a bad idea.

He thought about her disappointment each time they went out as he rinsed his body. He often thought about telling her to look for another escort but he knew she would refuse, plus she was his biggest source of income. 

Zayn sighed as he turned off the water. He got the towel and looked at himself in the mirror. 

"You're seriously fucked up, mate." He said.

Zayn got into his bed and as he opened his laptop to watch Netflix, he received a notification from Harry. It was a reminder to all his students that their assignments were due next class. Zayn groaned.

Zayn was completely exhausted. He looked at the time, it was midnight. Zayn thought if he could wake up early, he could finish the assignments before class. So he set his alarm at an early time and went to sleep.

Unfortunately, like all students who procrastinate and believe they have 'figured it out', Zayn slept through the alarm and was about to be late for class. 

Zayn groaned and got up from bed before dressing himself and rushing to Harry's class. Zayn truly wanted to get the opportunity to work with Harry because he knew how valuable it would be. Plus, he didn't want to look bad in front of Harry.

As Zayn entered the class, he saw most of the students already there but he was able to make it before Harry began teaching. But Zayn didn't go unnoticed. 

Since Zayn made sure that Harry remembered his name, Harry did. It also helped that Zayn's summer project was one of the best Harry had graded. He mixed Selena Gomez's "Lose you to love me" and Lewis Capaldi's "Somebody You loved", which in Harry's opinion was a great song to cry to.

"Good morning, my prodigies! I hope the weekend treated you all wonderfully and I hope you all took the time to finish the assignments from last week." Harry said as he set up the projector. "Today will be an easy day..." And Harry continued to discuss his plans for the class that day.

When he gave out the class their workload, he went and collected all the assignments and went back to his desk. As he graded the papers he realized Zayn's work wasn't in the stack. He looked over to the boy and saw he was working diligently. But he also noticed his hair wasn't held up with a product like usual. As Harry looked more intently he could tell Zayn had dark bags under his eyes.

Harry frowned and thought about what could've been tiring him so much. He thought about lessening the workload he gave.

You're his teacher. He's a student, you can't change everything just for him. What is wrong with you? Harry thought to himself and shook his head. 

As class ended, students left the lecture room and Harry called Zayn up to his desk.

"Yes, sir?" Zayn asked. He knew why Harry called him and he didn't have an excuse. 

"You doing alright, Zayn?" He asked while sitting on his desk. Zayn was shocked, he didn't expect that question.

"Um, yes, sir. Just a little tired...work, you know?" Zayn said and gave him half a smile.

Harry nodded and looked into Zayn's eyes before looking at the stack of papers.

"I know you didn't turn in your work, "He stated and Zayn nodded his head. 

"I'll turn it in," Zayn interrupted.

"Don't worry about it, just turn it in by the middle of the week, okay?" Harry said and Zayn nodded. Zayn was surprised at how nice Harry was being in comparison to their previous interactions. 

"And also, if you need to talk to anyone, just know my doors are open." Harry offered shyly.

Zayn laughed.

"Thanks, Mr. Styles but honestly, I'm okay. I'll just uh, talk to my boss. Figure out my schedule." Zayn said and Harry nodded while smiling.

But Zayn never talked to his 'boss' and work began taking up more of his time. But Harry always gave him extensions and sometimes Zayn would even go to Harry's office to rant.

"So, I'm taking their order and the man starts asking me if my parents lived in a bungalow back in Pakistan. So, I spit in his drink." Zayn said.

Harry smiled. "Very efficient comeback."

"How'd you deal with people forcing you to make music you didn't want to?" Zayn asked.

"Well, I didn't." Harry chuckled. "I refused to. I didn't want to become mainstream, or like everyone. I wanted people to listen to my music and be able to apply it to their own lives," He said as he twirled a pen between his fingers.

"Plus, they just wanted to know who I was fucking, that was it." Harry sighed.

"That must've felt shitty," Zayn said and Harry looked at him. "To not have anyone who understood you, to back you up," Zayn whispered and Harry nodded.

The thing was, Harry did have someone who understood him. Someone who would listen to him the way he was listening to Zayn at the moment. 

Louis.

But Louis was gone.

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