S.A.D || zarry au

twenty four

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        I haven't spoken in a while it seems. Well, that's a bit of a exageration. I've talked just not a lot. Zayn's lucky to get a small 'hi' or 'I'm fine'. It's obvious why..so he doesn't bother me about it much.

        Liam stopped bothering with me and I've done the same to him. It hurts. A lot. Fuck, Zayn's had to stop me from forgiving him so many times. I mean, it's Liam. My best mate for as long as I can remember. I know he doesn't deserve my forgivness, but I miss him. I miss him so much.

        "Harry," Zayn snapped his fingers in front of my face. I blinked. "She asked what you wanted to drink."

        I looked up at the watress and blushed. "Coke, please," I spoke softly and quietly. I was surprised she could actually hear me.

        "Are you okay?" Zayn asked when the waitress walked away. I nodded my head and he sighed. "No you're not." I stayed quiet and the woman soon came back and took our orders. It was Saturday and Zayn decided to take me to lunch. He told me specifically "Harry, this is not a date. I want our first date to be much more special than this". But here we were in a small diner. I can't believe he's still bothering to bring me back to earth.

        My attention was drawn to Zayn when I heard him mutter a sharp "shit". I looked in the direction he was and swallowed down the hurt I was feeling. Liam and Niall walked in the diner hand in hand. Niall caught my stare and winked. I averted my gaze to Zayn who had balled fists and a clenched jaw. "Zayn," I said making him look at me. "No." He took a deep breath. I thought it'd be fine, but then Niall walked over to the table. Shit.

        "Fancy seeing you two here," Niall smirked. "How have you been, Zayn?" he asked almost mockingly.

        "Great, Horan," Zayn bit back.

        "Harry," Liam greeted me quietly looking at his feet. I felt something different boil inside of me. It was most defiantly not sadness. It was pure anger. I scoffed and Liam's head shot up. He was surprised, no doubt.

        "Fuck off," I snapped making hurt flash in Liam's eyes. How dare he come in here and expect me to be okay with him.

        "I guess we need to go now," Niall said still in that same annoying tone. He tugged at Liam's hand Liam followed him but his eyes never left me. I missed Liam. No, I missed my Liam. Not whoever the hell that asshole was.

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        I hated it. I hated hated HATED it.

        Hated what?

        All the constant chatting of 'Liam and Niall this' and 'Liam and Niall that'. They were an exclusive couple at school and everyone just loved coming up to me to say 'Wow, Liam's got a boyfriend. Tell him I said congratulations'. Or 'Niall and Liam are so adorable be sure to tell Liam I said that'. Like where were these people during that cafeteria scene.

        I wanted to say something so bad, but I'm me. I don't do well with people.

        "Harry, stop thinking about it," Zayn said when we got into his car when school let out. "You're creating nothing into something."

        "Nothing?" I questioned. "I think my best.....ex-best friend...." I couldn't finish my sentence. It hurt hearing that come out of my mouth. I was hot and cold with this situation. One minute I wanted nothing more than to sulk and the next I just wanted to punch Liam square in the nose.

        "You're over thinking," Zayn said pulling out of the parking lot. "And put your seat belt on."

        I obeyed with a sigh. "Are you dropping me off or am I going to yours?"

        "I think I want to go back to our special place," Zayn winked. Our 'special place' was obviously that beautiful place deep in the woods.

        I groaned, "But the walk."

        "Oh, you baby," Zayn smiled. "Fine we can just go to mine," he gave in, "but I will take you back there soon enough, Harry Styles."

        "Yes, sir," I smiled my mind off the whole 'Liam' problem. We pulled into his driveway and his little three-year-old sister standing in the window looking excited as ever. I loved that little girl. Safaa was her name. I didn't get to see her that first time I was here because she was taking a nap and I slipped out the door before she could wake up. I got out of the car as well as Zayn and we walked inside.

        "Hawwy!!!" She squealed running over to me. I picked her up and rested her on my hip.

        "Hi," I grinned.

        "Hi," she said back. I chuckled noticing the large amount of makeup smeared on her face.

        "What happened to you?" I asked wiping some lipstick off her forehead.

        I felt Zayn kiss my forehead murmuring, "I'm going to see Mum". He walked away and I turned my attention back on the little girl.

        "Mummy let me pay with her makeup!" she said bouncing.

        I kissed her forehead, "Let's go get you washed up." I took her to the bathroom and cleaned off her face. I was wiping eyeliner off her cheek when Zayn walked in.

        "Mum's having her own tantrum," he laughed, "she's not too happy about this little munchkin getting into her stuff." Zayn poked Safaa's side making her giggle.

        "I thought you said Mummy let you play with her makeup," I said to Safaa who was now looking at her lap.

        "She did not," Safaa admitted.

        "So you lied?" I asked faking a scolding tone.

        "I'm sowwy," she said sadly pouting while giving me big eyes. She looked like a spitting image of Zayn.

        "You're too cute," I said picking her up off the counter. She smiled knowing she wasn't in trouble with me.

        We walked down stairs and I set her down and she ran off to do God knows what. "You're teaching her bad habits," Zayn said.

        "I am not!"

        "She's going to think pouting is going to let her get her way," he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

        "I think she might be learning that from you, babe," I said turning my head so I could kiss his cheek.

        "She is not," he said pouting. I raised my eyebrows and smirked. He rolled his eyes and kissed me deeply making me feel like we were the only two people in the world.

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