Zayn sits in his second class of the day, Niall and Liam on either side of him just how it usually is. It's not even assigned seats, just what they do. But

Louis also sits with them, beside Niall which Zayn notices is making Liam jelous to no end. He's literally been glaring at Niall for ten minutes straight.

"Liam, your staring." Zayn smirks, making Liam flicker his eyes to him. Liam sighs heavily and looks away, opening his textbook and flipping to a random page. "I don't get why you don't just talk to him. You know he likes boys." Zayn says.

"I don't get why don't talk to him." Liam says in a mocking tone towards Zayn. Zayn gives him a bored expression. Liam rolls his eyes. "Look, it's not that damn easy to talk to someone you want to date or kiss and- fuck." Liam curses under his breath.

Zayn's eyes widen. "Holy shit." He breathes. "How much do you like Louis, Li?" Zayn asks.

"I've liked him for like three years." Liam sighs.

"And you never told me?"

"I didn't think I would like him for this long." Liam says, hiding his face in his hands.

"I'll help you."

"No! He would never feel that way about me."

"You don't know that."

"I'm probably not even his type." Liam says with a shake of his head.

"Your everyone's type Liam. I would date you."

Liam smiles. "Really? You would?" He says.

Zayn laughs and nods. "Totally."

"Okay, I'll ask him out on a date."

"Is it weird that I'm already hoping you guys get married?" Zayn says.

Liam gives Zayn a weird look before slowly growing a smile on his face. "No because I was thinking about it too!" Liam exclaims. Zayn rolls his eyes playfully and pats Liam supportively on the back.

Zayn watches the door open, a minute before class starts, Harry walks in, looking his usual self. He stands tall, head held high and a smile on his face as he greets his friends. It's as if Zayn didn't see him in that circle last night, watching him beat up a man mercilessly.

Zayn just forgets about him quickly, he was thinking about him all morning and that's a little too much for Zayn to handle. So he decides to open his book and start to study for the big test that is tomorrow.

LATER

After class Zayn needs to get back go the dorm to begin his homework and wait for two to get to music.

Niall and and Liam already left him to get to their next class with Louis, so Zayn is alone until about one thirty, which is usually around the time Niall arrives back at the dorm.

"Zayn." A voice says, making Zayn turn around and look to see Harry walking up to him. Zayn puts on his guarded face, not wanting Harry to see through the curiosity he now has for him. "Hey." Harry smiles, running a hand through his hair.

As Zayn looks over Harry's face, he realizes the scratch that was above his brows is gone. Zayn quirks up an eyebrow.

"Um, hi." He says, now completely confused. Did he dream everything? Can he not tell dreams from reality now?

Harry bites his bottom lip and Zayn's vision flickers from that back into Harry's emerald eyes.

"What do you need?" Zayn sighs, looking away from Harry, but past him now.

"I was just um-" Harry stops speaking, visibly swallowing thickly. Zayn's never actually seen Harry nervous before. "I was wondering if-"

"Spit it out, Harry." Zayn sighs again.

"Well...last night. You saw well me-"

"I saw you in that fight?" Zayn asks.

Harry barely nods, Zayn second guesses if he even did.

"I did."

"Did you tell anyone?"

"No." Zayn says.

Harry sighs in relief. "Good. I don't want you to."

Zayn furrows his brows. "Why?"

"I just don't want anyone to know I do that." He shrugs.

"Why? Because it will ruin your perfect reputation?"

"I-"

"Your so fake Harry." Zayn says.

Harry closes his mouth, cheeks heating up to a pink color.

"Are you wearing makeup? To cover up your cuts or something?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I saw you last night, you have a cut above your eyebrow."

Harry doesn't say anything.

"Why do you do it if you don't want anyone knowing?"

Harry's embarrassed expression slowly turns into a serious frown. "Because it's my business. So just forget you saw anything." He says gravely.

"Fine." Zayn nods stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest. What's even going on?

"I'm sorry." Harry says, sighing heavily.

"I really don't care Harry. It's your business." Zayn snaps, turning around quickly to get to his car in the parking lot.

As he waits at the crosswalk he turns around to see Harry walk the opposite direction. Deep down, Zayn gets a little disappointed but he turns back around and sees it's time to walk.

NIGHT TIME

Zayn sits up in his bed after falling asleep at eight. He sighs in disappointment as he looks at the time.

It's only four in the morning and he feels wide awake.

Niall and Liam are sound asleep but Zayn's bladder isn't. Zayn gets up quickly and runs to the bathroom to do his business before coming back out, stretching and contemplates what the hell he should do for the rest of his morning.

He could go out on a night walk, but it's freezing outside.

He could watch Netflix, but he doesn't really feel like it.

Maybe he could go on a night drive. Zayn perks up at the idea. He doesn't even have to change into decent clothing, just a big, heavy sweatahirt, jeans and some boots.

He sighs heavily as he puts his hood over his head before grabbing his car keys and phone and heading out of the room.

He walks over to the elevator to see it still not fixed before taking the stairs. It's probably going to take another three years for that elevator to be fixed. The guys working on it are hardly here or sitting on the job for most of the time they are. Zayn doesn't care, but it's getting tedious taking the stairs when he's used to the elevator.

Zayn turns up his radio, playing R&B music softly, just to not be stuck in his thoughts.

But then a thought does dawn on Zayn. The place Harry was fighting at. It's four in the morning, but those kinds of places go on twenty four seven, right? Zayn knows why he's so curious about this place, it's because he's never seen Harry in that demeanor. Angry, fury,...something else.

So Zayn passes the bar he had went to the night prior and parks in the grass in front of the fence where the building stands on the other side. One other car sits behind him, probably having the same idea.

Zayn gets out, sticking his hands into his pockets before walking over to the fence, climbing over just like he had before and jumping down.

It's about forty degrees tonight, which isn't too bad but it's still freezing. He sighs heavy, getting slightly nervous as he walks closer and closer to the building. He wonders if Harry is in there. He doubts it, it is four in the morning.

Zayn opens the door, hearing people talking loudly and laughing.

Zayn walks down the stairs quietly, peering from behind the wall, seeing several men in suits today, all speaking and watching two boys fight in the circle. There isn't many people, considering it is four in the morning. And of course, Harry isn't here. He didn't expect him to be.

Zayn decides to sit on the steps and quietly watch the fight, watching the struggle to win.

"Who the hell are you?" A voice snaps quietly.

Zayn turns around quickly, not even noticing someone walking in. It's a short girl with poofy, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, almost black and creamy dark chocolate skin.

Zayn stands quickly, eyes widening.

"Um-"

"It doesn't matter." She sighs, shaking her head. "I'm kind of sneaking in too. But just because my dad thinks I'm still here." She says. Zayn stands in front of her awkwardly as she looks him up and down. "I'm Monica. What's your name?" She says, holding out her hand.

Zayn shakes it. "Zayn." He says.

She smiles. "Cool, I like that name." She says.

Zayn nods.

"So, why are you here? Looking to bet?" She asks.

"No. This is just my second time here. I just wanted to see what this place is all about." Zayn says.

"It's a fight club."

Zayn nods. "I figured." He says, glancing behind him to make sure no one is seeing them. "Do you know the guys that fight here?" Zayn asks.

"Some." Monica says, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why? Who do you have beef with?" She asks, quriking up an eyebrow.

"No. No beef. Just curious." Zayn says. "But um...Harry." Zayn says. "Harry Styles."

"The new guy?" Monica asks.

"Um yeah. He's new?"

Monica nods. "I remember him first signing up like two weeks ago."

"Oh." Zayn nods.

"Why are you so curious?" She asks.

Zayn shrugs. "This just doesn't seem like a place he would be at." He says.

"Well...you shouldn't really judge people." Monica says. Zayn nods. He judges Harry constantly. "But when he was in my dad's office for the first time and all...he looked pretty apprehensive. Like he didn't want to do this. So...you could be right." She says. "I'm pretty damn good at reading people." She smiles. "Like, I can tell your really uncomfortable talking to me." She chuckles.

Zayn looks away, feeling even more uncomfortable.

"But it's cool, I like you more because of it. Want to hang out?" She asks.

"Um." Zayn sticks his hands in his pockets. "Sure." He shrugs.

"Good because I don't think I can get past my dad without him seeing me." Monica says as she turns around.

Zayn follows Monica back outside.

"So, can you tell me more about Harry?"

"I mean...I don't know the guy personally." She says.

"I know, I know." Zayn says.

"Want to know what his first fight was like?"

Zayn nods silently.

"He got beaten to a pulp." She says. "Blood everywhere, bruises that would last for days. He coudl've stayed down, accepted defeat, but he kept getting back up and fighting." She says. "It was stupid of him. So I gave him advice."

"What kind of advice?" Zayn asks.

"I told him to-oh shit." Monica says, turning around quickly.

"What?" Zayn says in fright as Monica grabs his wrist and pulls him back towards the building. Instead of running in it, they run behind it and Monica ducks down, peering around the side. "What's going on?" Zayn asks.

"Those three guys that just came out of the car, they're complete assholes. I hate them." Monica sighs.

"Why?"

"Not important. I just can't be seen by them."

"Did they hurt you?"

"What? No." Monica says, but doesn't say anything else. Zayn keeps his mouth shut until Monica turns to him again. "So, what are you doing up so early?"

Zayn shrugs. "I don't know. Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep." She says. "I have to get high first." She grins. Zayn chuckles and she joins in with a laugh.

Zayn likes her.

"Looks like the sun is coming up." She says, looking up.

Zayn follows her gaze, seeing the orange of the sky begin to bloom beautifully mixing with the dark purple of the night.

"I should go. I have classes." Zayn says.

"You go to college here?"

Zayn nods. "Do you?"

"Nope. I dropped out. School isn't for me." She says.

Zayn nods at her answer.

"We should hang out again, like really hang out. Have a phone?" She asks. Zayn nods and opens it before handing it to her. She adds her number.

"Mine is in my dad's office. If you ever want to hangout again just text me." She says, getting up.

"I will." Zayn says, getting up as well.

"Bye Zayn." She says before running from behind the building, disappearing around the side.

MORNING

Zayn's pencil moves slowly across his paper, his eyes feeling slightly heavy. He looks around the auditorium. Of course, the day of the test he is deathly tired. But he read the book back to front so he should be okay despite his sore eyes.

When the test is over, Zayn being one of the last people to turn it, the class dismissed.

Zayn looks around the room of students packing up or walking out. He catches Harry walking down the steps. Zayn watches him carefully, watching him walk, talk and laugh with his close friends.

But Zayn quickly looks away, not sure why he's so interested.

He turns to see Liam and Louis talking to each other so he turns to Niall.

"Hey," Zayn says, catching Niall's attention.

"Hey." Niall smiles. "What's up?"

"Want to hang out later?" Zayn asks.

Niall's brows raise. "Um yeah, sure." He nods. "What do you have in mind?"

Zayn shrugs. "I'll tell you when I think of it." Zayn says.

"Great." Niall says, patting Zayn on the back before rushing out the door to get to his second class.

Zayn heads back to his dorm.