ocean eyes [ l.s ]

~10~

A/N: for sarah. for reasons she's surely aware of. also, omg chapter 10. thank you if you've made it this far, means a lot! also hi, if you're ghost reading! i see you haha x

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Friday morning, Harry woke up in good spirits.

He got out of bed, showered, actually managed to tame his curls for once, without having to hide them under a snapback or a bandana and buttoned up his uniform. He then proceeded to wake up Niall, which resulted to be the more difficult task of the day.

Niall groaned. “Go away.”

“I most certainly won’t, I live here. Get up.”

“Why??” Niall groaned.

“We’ve got class.”

“But why?“

“Stop acting like a toddler and get up. If you want to get somewhere in life, you need an education and for that, you need to attend class.”

Niall snorted into the pillow. “Yeah, you’re one to talk. Hypocrite.”

Harry smirked. “I’m getting breakfast. Join me.”

Niall peeked at him with one eye, the other half of his face still hidden in the pillow.

“Oh, you look dapper today. Look at you, buttoned up and all with your hair combed. Save me some bacon.”

Harry simply shook his head with a sigh and headed out of the room.

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The day flew by. Harry stayed focused during all of his classes unlike the day before and lunch flew by. The weather was bad so they stayed in their dorms, eating at their community kitchens.

Harry and Zayn skipped a few classes at the end of the day to help Liam with the props for the Christmas play, which counted as extra credits.

Liam was a bit overwhelmed with everything. He was running back and forth, ordering people around as kindly as he could, editing the script, going through the musical notes.

“He’s really got his hands full, hasn’t he.” Harry said casually, painting candy canes.

Zayn shrugged, his posture remaining unbothered, but his amber eyes followed Liam around with concern.

“He wants to please his parents too much,” Zayn murmured, wrapping up fake Christmas crackers.

“He’ll burn out and that won’t end well,” Harry stated as he moved on to cutting out snowflakes from white piece of paper and covering them with glitter. It was quite therapeutic, reminded him of kindergarten. Happy days.

Zayn nodded. “Think we haven’t noticed? He’ll probably go on a full bender for two days and end up hating himself on Sunday. Then straighten up just to put on another fake smile and act like goody two shoes. The Perfect Son. Never drink, never smoke, never get high.” Zayn shook his head “If his parents only knew… “

“Might cut him some slack.”

“Never in a million years” Zayn murmured.

Their conversation was interrupted by Harry’s phone buzzing frantically on the table next to him — rows of messages coming in all at once.

Dude, where are you?

Did you forget we’ve practice?

Get your arse down to the pitch