Zayn looks outside to see it snowing again. New York is pretty weird, just snowing randomly in the middle of fall.

The white, frozen rain lands delicately on the window pane. The sky is a dark blue and the street lights illuminate the pristine white snow on the ground. Zayn watches as two girls run across his view, clearly laughing and having a good time.

It's almost six so he has to leave in about five minutes to hopefully meet Harry and discuss his stage fright.

He hopes Harry helps and doesn't just make him feel him bad...or maybe he just has to stop being so sensitive. But either way, he doesn't want to walk out feeling like the bottom of someone's shoe because of him.

Niall and Liam went out to the grocery store together, leaving Zayn alone for the evening.

Zayn decides to start getting ready now, changing out of his comfortable clothing into more casual and respectable clothing.

He grabs his phone, sticks it into his back pocket before walking out of his dorm room to get to the coffee shop.

His drive there is short and when he gets there it is exactly six. So the man gets out of his car and walks into the shop. He looks around for a seat until his eyes land on Harry already sitting in a seat, staring out of a window.

Zayn swallows thickly and walks up to the man as he sticks his hands inside of his pockets. He slowly takes the chair and sits in it, making Harry's gaze snap towards him. The man smiles at Zayn.

"Hey. I'm on time." He says.

Zayn nods, feeling flattered he probably came much earlier than Zayn.

"Yeah." Zayn mumbles. But he's not going to make a big deal about it for certain.

So Zayn sits down silently as he takes his hands out of his pockets. Shockingly, it's not so packed today.

He looks at Harry, the man leaning on the table, getting as close to Zayn as possible with a smile on his face. And the most annoying part is, it's not even creepy or anything, it's actually kind of endearing.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks.

"No." Zayn shakes his head. "Just want to get this over with." He says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

Harry nods and leans back in his own seat.

"So, I signed up for something today." Harry grins.

Zayn quirks up an eyebrow.

"Okay?"

"Do you want to know what it is?" Harry asks.

Zayn shrugs.

"Kareoke."

"Cool." Zayn nods.

"But I didn't sign my name."

"Whose name did you- what the fuck?" Zayn snaps, making people's heads turn and look at him in annoyance. He leans into the table, glaring at the smirking Harry. "How could you do that?"

"Are you feeling nervous?"

"Yeah, of course, I am!" Zayn exclaims. "I'm completely caught off guard, how could you just do that?"

"Lesson number one of confidence. Even if your caught off guard, you can totally wing it."

"Well that's not me. I need to plan."

"If your in the music industry, you're never able to plan" Harry says, shaking his head.

"Oh I forgot, you would fucking know." Zayn scoffs.

"Yes. I would."

Zayn rolls his eyes.

"First up for karaoke night!" Someone speaking on a mic exclaims. Zayn turns around to look at the stage inside the coffee shop. All the chattering dies down.

His heart is racing a mile a second. He's terrified. How could Harry do this to him? Is he not aware of his crippling anxiety? No, no, Zayn won't get panic attacks but he will probably faint. He doesn't know any of these people. They're complete strangers, judging him till no end.

"Zayn Malik!" The guy reads off a paper.

Zayn gets up quickly and walks out of the coffee shop, running into the cold air, his chest feeling heavy with nerves and his hands shaking. He can't do that.

"Zayn." Harry says. "Zayn, it's okay." Harry soothes, putting a hand on Zayn's shoulder but Zayn angrily rips his shoulder away from Harry, looking at him with pure hatred. And finally, finally, in the darkness, he sees Harry's optimistic features falter.

"It's not, it's really fucking not. I'll do this on my own. I don't need your help." Zayn snaps, backing away from the man. He can see every breath in the cold air.

"Zayn, I'm not forcing you to go on that stage if its so bad to you. I wasn't aware that-"

"Exactly. You don't know me, Harry and you never will so stop trying to push all your fucking critics on me. I don't care. I'm not like you or anyone else in this world, so just fuck off and never help me ever again." Zayn snaps, releasing all his emotions.

Harry is frowning now, staring at Zayn who most likely looks like a mad man with tear filled eyes and heavy breathing. Zayn is sweating despite the icy winds whipping around in the air.

"Okay, okay. It's fi-"

"It's not fine. Stop saying that." Zayn says,turning around quickly and walking to his car.

"I don't think you should drive if you feel like this, Zayn."

Zayn doesn't respond, getting into his car and locking the door.

Zayn swallows thickly and puts his hands on the steering wheel, tightly holding on with clammy palms.

He looks up to see Harry gone. He sighs shakily and closes his eyes, trying to take labored breaths. He doesn't think he's that nervous, but the fact he didn't know, he wasn't prepared and he hates that. He hates that Harry did that to him. He doesn't want Harry to control him.

Zayn jumps, snapping his eyes open when he hears a knock on his window.

Zayn grabs the door handle and opens the door slightly, making Harry back up quickly as Zayn can fully open the door and sit with his feet out the car. He's calmer now, thank god, for the both of them.

Why is Harry still bothering him after he yelled at him like that?

"I got you some water." Harry says, holding out a bottle of water to Zayn.

Zayn furrows his brows.

"Why?"

Harry shrugs. "I thought it would calm you down." He says.

"Well I'm calm." Zayn says, looking away from him.

"I'm sorry, Zayn." Harry says. "I truly am."

"Whatever." Zayn mumbles, shaking his head. "I don't usually freak out like that."

"Was it because of me? Do I make you feel that way?"

"Um."

"Angry." Harry says, making Zayn look at him again. His features are stoic, holding no emotion.  Not a hint of a smile or a smug smirk. "You were angry. More angry than nervous." Harry says.

"You do make me angry. I don't like you." Zayn dares to say, just spilling all his emotions. He already did.

Harry visibly swallows, nodding slowly. "Can you forgive me?" He asks.

Zayn doesn't say anything.

"Um, okay. I'll see you in class." He says. He slowly smiles again. "Good luck." He says before turning around and walking back into the coffee shop.

Zayn furrows his brows. What does that mean? Good luck?

THE NEXT DAY

Zayn works on Saturdays. He dresses into his work uniform, a black shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes and a black shirt.

He's a waiter at some small restuarant called Biggo's which is really ironic considering its hardly known and the smallest restaurant on campus. Zayn enjoys that though because he'll hardly see people he knows. It's mostly old people from Brooklyn that gossip too much but Zayn tries not to listen to them.

The man grabs his phone, checking if he has any messages and seeing that he has none before sticking it in his pocket and leaving the dorm.

Liam and Niall are both studying for a huge exam for some class Zayn doesn't have, so he didn't really care.

The man goes to the staircase, seeing the elevator is out of order. He opens the door that leads down and hears laughing coming from beyond, getting closer and closer. Zayn sighs, pulling his hat more down on his head before beginning his journey.

He keeps his head down, feeling the presence of the company he has to awkwardly pass.

"Hey Zayn." He hears a familiar voice say. Zayn looks up, his eyes diverting to Harry first but it clearly wasn't him who spoke since the voice was feminine and high pitched. So Zayn then gradually looks over at Gigi. She's smiling at him.

"Hey." He nods his head. They're stopped on the stairs case. So Zayn stops as well.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to another party some time." She says. "I'm  having one at the sorority."

"Oh. Your in a sorority?"

She nods. "Can you come?"

"Aren't only girls allowed in there?"

Gigi laughs.

Zayn looks at Harry to see him smirking. Then he looks at Gigi again.

"Yes but who cares?" She chuckles. "It's not the campus that's in charge. We are." She grins. "So yes...or no?" She asks.

"Um." Zayn swallows. "I'm not sure." He says.

"Well hopefully you can give me a straight answer. But...your invited regardless." She says, putting a hand on his shoulder. Zayn sighs softly but shakily.

He nods silently and then they walk away from him.

(Um okay so they had their first fight, omg.)