Zayn’s P.O.V.
“So, how did you know me young lad?” I asked the boy who inexplicably stunned me with his green orbs.
“You won’t believe this. I’m a fan of your comic strip!” he exclaimed in reply.
“Wow! That’s awesome, and pretty unbelievable.”
“Uhm Mr Malik, if you don’t mind, what’s up with you and Mr Horan? I’ve been seeing you around the campus.”
I surprisingly swallowed my own fluids with the lad’s question. He bothered me with his inquisitiveness.
“Well, I am working as a staff of the school paper… We’re friends… He’s my b-bo-boyfriend actually.”
“Great.”
“Great?”
“You know, I was right all along. I’ve been growing suspicious toward your relationship these days.”
“You know what Harry? You threaten the paparazzi on losing their job. Hmm, let’s see. What do you have with Mr Tomlinson?”
“Mr Horan told you?”
I raised my brows and teased him with a troll face.
“Let’s just say TMZ is no match for me.”
“Okay... We both miss someone.”
That was enough for a confirmation.
“C’mon. Let’s chill out while the teachers are doing their thing. They’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Sure, Mr Malik.”
“Just call me Zayn. I won’t kill you by doing that.”
He just managed to smile from ear to ear. I motioned him to come along with me to somewhere I recognize as ‘flat sweet flat.’
Niall’s P.O.V.
“Niall, look out for the Frisbee!”
I heard Louis almost screamed. I stumbled on the grass. It wasn’t because of the hurled disc. It’s me. My vision was blackening. I couldn’t move a muscle. I was pushed off the ledge to learn the nature of agony.
