Zayn looks up from his course work, copying down the notes from the large PowerPoint displayed on the screen in front of him and about one hundred other students.

It's so quiet in the auditorium that anyone can hear the tiniest pin drop from the front of the room.

It's only been five minutes of class but everyone is tense about the test coming up on the book The Great Gastby. It's been one of their most intensive reads and the teacher made sure to hint that the exam is going to difficult. The most difficult one of the year.

Zayn sighs heavily, looking around at everyone else. His best friend Liam sits beside him, his brow furrowed and lips puckered as he concentrates on his notes. On the other side of him sits Niall his...acquaintance? Mostly because he met Niall just this year and has known Liam for years. Seven to be exact.

Niall doesn't seem as concentrated but he does seem extremely bored, resting a hand on his cheek and eyes half open. Zayn can relate.

Then Zayn concentrates on the girl that sits right in front of him. He has found her attractive from the first time he looked at her. She has short, dirty blonde hair that reaches just below her ears. Bright, enticing blue eyes that are easy to get lost in. A round, but it somehow looks good on her,face, a tall, long body that depicts a model. Zayn wouldn't be surprised if she became one. And her personality is good too, she's pretty calm and friendly, occasionally seeming nervous for tests or presentations which is normal.

A minute later as Zayn is day dreaming about each and every student in the class, specifically a ratty haired girl that sits next to the blonde girl, not paying attention to his dreaded notes, the door bursts open, a late student walking in.

The worst part about an average student walking in late is the curious stares a person gets by each and every peer. It's like a judgement that's saying, why are you late? You're so irresponsible. Your life must be so messy for you to even come five minutes late. What's wrong with you?

However, with this guy, there was an exception. Harry Styles was the God on this decently large but also somewhat small campus. It annoyed Zayn to no end how much he was praised by professors. If this kid ever talked to Zayn he'd probably punch him for the first arrogant thing that came out of his mouth because Zayn knows he's also very full of himself. He's overheard him speaking plenty of times about his successful career in the music business.

Why the fuck is he in college if he's in the music industry anyway? Go away.
Everyone can hear about you on the radio, not here too.

Harry's boots click as he walks over to the seats, going to the far end of the auditorium to walk up the steps and take a seat in the back, high fiving different people along the eay, even laughing with them. The laugh wasn't exceedingly loud or anything, but this is a class and it was dead silent before he came in. Can't it just stay that way?

The wavy haired man also is constantly dressed to impress. Today he wears a white button up shirt with a casual black jacket over it, blue jeans and some brown boots that only he could pull off.

"Zayn." Zayn hears Liam snap, whispering.

Zayn looks at him.

Liam grins. "Your glaring, you know." He informs him. "At Styles."

Zayn rolls his eyes. "I wish looks could kill." Zayn mumbles.

"I'll never understand why you hate him so much. He's actually really nice."

Zayn scoffs. "Not when he's shoving his multiple music awards in your face. It's annoying."

"Yeah. Your right." Liam shrugs. "But he's probably done that like, once. Get over it. They probably asked."

Zayn rolls his eyes again.

"It's not like he has a grammy or something." Liam comments.

Zayn shrugs.

"Somebody looks jelous." Liam whisper sings.

"You know I'm not." Zayn snaps.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Niall whispers, leaning in beside Zayn.

Zayn scoots over slightly so Niall isn't leaning on him.

"Noth-"

"Harry Styles." Liam says before Zayn can answer.

"Oh. He's really nice. I li-"

"No one cares. Conversation over." Zayn says quickly, shutting Niall up instantly.

"Damn fine." Niall mumbles, leaning back over.

"Dude." Liam says, making Zayn look at him. Liam quirks up an eyebrow. "Chill. It's been like a month of school, you can't get so angry every time you see the guy."

Zayn shrugs his shoulders and looks away again, deciding to copy down his notes. Well, it would be a good idea to pass, maybe he can finally be better at something than Harry Styles.

LATER

"Has anyone seen my keyboard!" Louis exclaims, running into the music room.

Zayn makes eye contact with the wide,blue eyed man and shakes his head. He hasn't seen any instruments in this room. As a matter a fact, this room is completely bare except with Zayn's music and lyric sheets on floor and him sitting in front of them criss cross.

"Shit man, I can't lose that. My Nan got it for me." Louis says, running through his hand hair multiple times.

"Maybe it's in your dorm." Zayn suggests, not wanting Louis to feel stressed because if he feels stressed, it radiates to everyone else.

"Do you not think I've looked there?" Louis snaps, throwing his hands up in the air with frusteration.

Zayn sighs heavily, standing up. "Let's check in the closet." He says, walking over to the utility closet beside him. Just as he puts his hand on the knob, the door to the music room opens again.

Zayn turns around to see Harry walking inside, a keyboard at his side.

"Harry. What the fuck?" Louis snaps, putting his hands on his hips.

"Oh, sorry. Were you looking for this?" He questions, setting it against a wall carelessly.

"Um, yes." Louis snaps again, walking over to the keyboard and snatching it. "Why'd you just take it?"

"Mine broke." The man shrugs.

Zayn slams the closet door back before turning and walking back over to his stuff.

"Hey, your Zayn, right?" Harry says suddenly.

Zayn looks at Harry, a small smile on his lips and his head tilted to the side in curiosity,but then Zayn looks away again, down at his work without saying a word.

"Never take my shit again." Louis huffs, done inspecting if his own keyboard is broken now before walking past Harry.

"Must not be that important if it's shit!" Harry exclaims as Louis walks out the door. The arrogant man just chuckles to himself when it slams and when Zayn realizes it's just them two in the room, he looks up again to see Harry reading one of the posters hung up on the wall. "Where words fail..." He reads. "Music speaks." He finishes before smiling slightly as his fingers rub at his chin.

"Do you need something?" Zayn says, trying not to sound too rough. Harry looks at him, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I get this strange feeling you don't like me very much." Harry says.

Zayn doesn't respond to that.

"Do you need something?" He asks again.

"I think I know why." Harry continues from his previous statement.

Zayn looks down again.

"I remember you, from...freshman year. We didn't talk much." Harry says. "But you were always in the background." The man states, hitting a nerve in Zayn. "Well, you still are." He chuckles.

That makes Zayn angrily gather his papers and stand, quickly trying to walk past Harry before he can say anything else, but as he does, Harry puts a hand on his chest, making Zayn stop in his tracks, but he refuses to look at Harry.

So Harry backs up a little so he can look at Zayn a little better, flickering his emerald eyes into Zayn's honey brown ones. "Look, there's no need to be jelous of me." Harry says. "Just change yourself." He tells Zayn, Making Zayn glare at him now. "Now go sit back down, I don't want to ruin this for you."

"You've already ruined it." Zayn snaps, walking past the man quickly and roughly bumping his shoulder against Harry's before exiting the music room.

He sighs heavily, deciding to just go to his dorm room to be with a loud Liam and Niall. It's better than being stuck in the room with that asshole.