"Wakey wakey Zaynie Waynie." A voice coos in Zayn's ear, making him cringe. He sighs and turns over in his bed before pulling his white covers over his head. The red in his vision and the warmess on his skin letting him know the sun is shining through the window and its morning. The dreaded morning he really doesn't want to go through. He wants to just sleep away reality because reality really sucks. He doesn't even want to wake up.

Having these thoughts, Zayn opens his eyes suddenly, frightened by how depressed he sounds. 

He runs a hand down his face, yawning lightly before turning around to see Niall staring down at him with wide blue eyes and a smile.

"Your popping my space bubble." Zayn mumbles.

"Oh, sorry about that." Niall chuckles, stepping back.

Zayn sighs heavily, sitting up in his bed and stretching.

"Where's Liam?" He asks, throwing off his covers and standing out of bed. Zayn should probably take a shower and get ready for class.

"In class." Niall answers, sitting on his own bed. Zayn walks over to his closet and searches through it, trying to find a decent outfit.

"Already? What time is it?" Zayn asks, turning to look at Niall who watches him.

"Its ten."

Zayn's eyes widen. "What?" He exclaims. "My alarm didn't go off?"

"It did, but we turned it off."

"Why would you do that?" Zayn snaps, turning around fully to face Niall.

"Because you came in late last night and Harry is outside waiting for you right now by the way." Niall says.

Zayn furrows his brows, looking at the door then back at Niall. "Um, why?" Zayn asks.

Niall shrugs. "I didn't let him in though, I knew you weren't decent." Niall says, reffering to Zayn in his underwear.

Zayn sighs. He turns back and pulls on a random t shirt and jeans, running a hand through his hair before turning and walking to the door to open it, seeing Harry leaning against the wall across from him.

He smirks when he first sees Zayn.

"Hey, I wanted to take you to get your car today." Harry says. "Daniel took those things off and got in trouble with his boss for taking them." Harry says. "So karma is working it's ways."

Zayn looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay, let me just get ready for the day. I at least want to go to my other classes."

Harry nods. "Take as long as you want."

Zayn nods before turning around and shutting the door again.

"Zayn!" Niall exclaims.

"What?" Zayn says, confused.

"At least invite him inside." Niall says, walking back to the door.

"Why?" Zayn says.

Niall rolls his eyes and opens the door, Harry still out there on his phone. He turns it off when he looks at Niall. "Want to come in Harry?"

Harry looks from Niall to Zayn and smirks again. Zayn wonders if he ever gets tired of smirking.

"Sure." Harry nods.

LATER

Zayn steps out of the bathroom, dressed from head to toe as Harry and Niall sit on Niall's bed playing cards and laughing a lot from what Zayn sees.

Zayn looks away, grabbing his phone and car keys from his night stand.

"Lets go." Zayn says with a sigh, looking at Harry. They both stop laughing gradually, the happiness fading away as they both look at Zayn. "I'm ready." He shrugs, ignoring the feeling of guilt In his chest as he turns away to get to the door.

"Well, okay. See you later Niall." Harry says.

"Have fun you two." Niall says as Zayn walks out the door.

Zayn hears Harry close the door behind them so Zayn heads to the staircase quickly. He enters through the door quickly and begins walking down, Harry entering shortly after him.

"Zayn, wait up." Harry says, running down the steps to catch up with the man.

"What?" Zayn snaps, looking at Harry. The man looks taken aback instantly.

"I-you were just walking really fast so-"

Zayn looks away, exiting to the outside and seeing Harry's black car in view. He walks over to it, putting his hand on the handle and waiting for the man to unlock it.

"We've got to get something straight before we go." Harry says.

Zayn turns around, looking at Harry who has his arms crossed over his chest. Zayn quirks up an eyebrow.

"I'm okay." Zayn says.

"No." Harry says, furrowing his brows. "Your going to get to know me and I'm going to get to know you." Harry says. "I hate the fact you hate me."

"Enough for you to want to actually know me?" Zayn chuckles.

Harry nods, making Zayn frown.

"No way."

Harry sighs before nodding his head. "Fine." He shrugs, unlocking the car door.

Harry gets into the driver's seat, Zayn waiting patiently.

Zayn looks out the window as he drives, watching the buildings pass in boredom.

Harry sighs heavily before turning up the volume, the beginning to a Katy Perry song.

"Shit, this is a classic." Harry says.

Zayn ignores him, continuing to stare out the window.

"Do you ever feel," Harry sings, or more so says. "Like a plastic bag," he says dramatically. "Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again."

Zayn rolls his eyes, getting annoyed by his playfullness.

"Do you ever feel," He repeats with the song. "Feel so paper thin. Like a house of cards ons blow away from caving in." Harry says, nudging Zayn with his elbow, making Zayn look at him with a glare. But nonetheless Harry keeps a smile on his face, singing.

"Do you know there's still a chance for you." Harry sings now, purposefully terrible as Zayn looks at him. "Cause there's a spark in you." Harry sings before winking at Zayn.

Zayn sighs heavily and looks away again, out the windshield.

"You've just got to ignite, the light, and let it shine. Just own the night, like the fourth of July." Harry sings.

Harry grabs Zayn's shoulder and before Harry can start singing the chorus he quickly turns down the radio.

"Hey!" Harry exclaims.

Zayn smirks to himself and Harry just laughs and turns it up again. "Come on show what your worth!"

Zayn turns it down again.

Harry turns it up.

"As you shoot across the sky!"

Down again.

Up.

"Baby your a firework!"

Down.

Up.

"Come on show what your worth!"

And by the time the song is almost done Harry and Zayn are giggling with each other because of their playful fight but Zayn instantly notices what he's doing when he is and quickly stops, frowning and turning away from the man to look out the window again.

"What's your favorite type of music Zayn?" Harry asks.

Zayn shrugs.

"Back to being quiet?" Harry says.

Zayn doesn't respond.

"Fine I'll say it for you. I bet you like opera." Harry says. "Want to know why?"

Obviously, Zayn doesn't respond. But secretly, he does want to hear Harry's explanation.

"Because of your oper-etiation of fine art." Harry says.

Zayn can't help but snort.

"I knew you would find it funny!" He exclaims.

"That wasn't a laugh." Zayn says, looking at Harry again.

"It was a pity chuckle, so I'll take it." He smirks.

"Not even that."

"Give me some credit. Music puns are hard."

Zayn shrugs and looks away. He really doesn't want to continue the conversation.

"Question." Harry says.

"What?" Zayn sighs.

"Do your parents happen to own a large company that sells watches?" Harry asks.

Zayn looks at Harry quickly.

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Just wondering." Harry shrugs.

"No. What? How did you know?"

"There's an article in the newspaper talking about how they're moving stores here in New York, all the way from England. Your name was in it." Harry shrugs.

"What?" Zayn says, quriking up an eyebrow. First of all, who the he'lll reads newspapers anymore and second, what the hell?

Harry glances at him. "Yeah. You okay?"

The car stops and Zayn sees they're in front of the parking lot.

"Where can I find these newspapers?" Zayn asks.

"They're in the campus bookstore." Harry answers.

Without a thank you Zayn gets out of the car quickly and rushes to his own, grabbing his keys out of his pocket. He quickly gets into his car, looking in his rearview mirror to see Harry driving away.

He breathes a heavy sigh of relief but sadly also feels guilty for being so...him...to Harry.

NIGHT TIME

Sometimes, Zayn does need something a little different apart from  his daily routine. It's irritating going  back to his dorm, doing work, studying, eating while watching  Netflix  and then falling asleep to a semi interesting movie all while being completely alone. It gets boring as well.

So Zayn decides to go to a bar, have a few drinks, crack a cold one open with the boys. The boys being Niall and Liam who stroll surprisingly happily by his side. Niall loves drinking, mostly at parties, but that's not the point. Zayn is not going to another damn party. And Liam has the occasional drink and likes it Zayn thinks.

But Zayn never drinks, he just wanted to go out really and have a good time with his friends. And yeah, Niall is his friend now. It took a few months, but it's been confirmed in Zayn's head. He figures he can trust Niall.

So they all walk into a decently quiet bar and sit on stools in front of the tender, Niall and Liam ordering some special, fancy named drinks and Zayn orders a coke with a bit of sprite. Living on the edge is what he calls.

"So when will your parents be down here here, Zayn?" Liam asks, turning to Zayn on the stool he sits on.

Zayn shrugs. "Hopefully, not so soon. I'm not ready to see them." He responds.

They recieve their drinks.

Zayn tastes his, instantly liking the flavor.

"Holy shit, it's Louis." Liam whispers.

Zayn looks at Liam then behind him as Louis enters the bar, then back at Liam. "Okay?" Zayn says, confused why Liam looks so scared.

Niall chuckles. "Liam has a crush on Louis." Niall says.

"Shut up, Niall. No I don't." Liam snaps.

"I like that." Zayn chuckles. "Talk to him."

"No. I'm going to make a fool of myself, you know how awkward I am."

"Yeah. Only the people you have a crush on though."

"I'm not even sure if he's gay." Liam snaps again.

"Oh, hes gay." Niall says before taking a sip of his drink.

"How the hell do you know?" Liam asks.

"I saw him walk into a gay club once."  Niall says.

Zayn and Liam's eyes widen.

"Holy shit, really?" Zayn says.

Niall nods with a smirk.

"Louis!" Niall exclaims, catching the attention of Louis who sits at a table alone, watching the football game on a television. He looks at us and waves before Niall gestures for him to come over.

"Niall James Horan, I fucking hate you." Liam mumbles, his ears turning red, amusing Zayn. The three boys watch as the short man walks over, bounding on his feet and a smile on his face.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Louis says.

"Want to have a drink with us?"

"Um, I'm broke. But I'll sit with you guys." Louis says, walking over to the seat beside Liam.

"So we were just talking about how we hate the new football player in Manchester." Niall says, speaking across Liam.

"Right? He's always starting fights. It's annoying." Louis says, speaking across Liam as well.

"We should hang out one day by the way, all four of us."

"Sure." Louis nods.

"Play football in the park or something." Niall shrugs.

"That sounds great. I'm free anytime."

Zayn puts his drink on the counter. "Im going to go walk around a little." Zayn says.

"Oh, I'll come with you." Liam says quickly, stepping off his seat.

Zayn grins as Liam walks beside him towards the door.

"You okay, buddy?" Zayn asks, putting an arm around Liam's shoulders.

Liam nods silently.

"It was getting a little hot in there." Zayn chuckles.

Liam rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, his breath being seen in the dark night.

"I'm going to have a smoke. I'll catch up with you." Liam says as he walks over to the car. Zayn nods before slowly walking away, not going anywhere in particular but just walking aimlessly. The cold winds cut his face but every other part of his body is relatively warm. His hands are stuck in his jacket pockets and his hood is over his head, protecting his ears.

It is very dark, a few lights lighting up the street in this part of the city.

In the distance, Zayn sees at least five boys running across the street and hopping over a fence, talking and laughing loudly.

"Did you hear?" Someone behind Zayn whispers, so Zayn decides eavesdrop. "Its Styles and Anderson today." A guy whispers.

Zayn quirks up an eyebrow. Styles? As in...Harry Styles?

"Shit. Who do you think is going to win?" Another guy asks.

"Anderson by far."

Who would ever assume Harry would lose at something?

"Well, only because he's a rookie."

A rookie? A rookie at what?

"Do you think it already started?"

"Yeah, we're probably late, let's go."

And then Zayn hears them running, their feet scuffling agaisnt the ground before they run past him. The two men stop and jump over the same fence that he saw the five boys jump over.

The lump of curiosity in Zayn's throat sits their menacingly.

He runs over to the fence before looking through it, see nothing but a large field and a small, brick building. He furrows his brows. It's probably Harry just having a sing off with a professional singer or celebrity, which Zayn wouldn't mind seeing Harry fail at.

Zayn sighs heavily, ignoring the voice in his head that says to not climb over this fence and get involved.

So Zayn does climb over, jumping down stealthily before running over to the building because appareantly he's late to see this.

The door is a flimsy brown door and when he opens it, there is stone stairs leading down into a dark room, lit up by a dim light,  where there is a lot of yelling. Zayn furrows his brows. What the hell is going on here?

Zayn decides if he should turn back or not, but he doesn't want to while at the same time he knows he should. He swallows thickly and steps down the stairs, a wall hiding him from the rest of the room, until he reaches the railing part. Before revealing himself, he bends down to look, his eyes widening as he sees a large group of boys surround two people fighting. Like a fight club or something.

And one of the people fighting looks like Harry who looks as if he doesn't have a scratch on him, just a cut above the eyebrow. Actually, it looks like Harry is taking charge,pounding the other guy into a pulp until a triumphant looking man in a suit goes into the middle of the circle and grabs Harry's arm, pulling him back for him to stand and he raises Harry's arm in the air.

The shouting gets louder and Zayn gets more and more startled by this scene.

Harry breathes heavy, sweaty with his shirt off and Zayn sees the tattoos that adorn the man's white skin. Zayn has never seen so many on him before, just one on his wrist, an anchor, considering Harry is constantly wearing long sleeved shirts. He looks tired and when the man puts his arm down he quickly turns around  and pushes through the crowd, disappearing.

Zayn decides to walk further down the stairs, wanting to hear what the man in the middle is saying.

"Looks like Styles isn't a rookie anymore!" He yells over all the guys shouting explcits to the loser that lays barely conscious in the middle. Zayn cringes at the bloody sight. He wonders if he's okay or not dying at least.

When the man in the suit pulls up the weak body from the ground and the guy stands, his heavy breathing from his bare torso,  Zayn's questions are answered and he's relieved.

"Nice job, Styles!" Someone exclaims, making Zayn turn his head, he looks as Harry shakes hands with a random guy and when he looks up, instantly he looks Zayn in the eyes and his own emerald eyes widen.

Zayn opens his mouth, but he doesn't say anything and just turns around to begin running away and to get out of this place. What the hell was he going to say anyway? Um, thought you were doing something in character and failing so he decided to come look, but this wasn't what he was expecting at all. That wouldn't  sound good.

And it didn't look like Harry wanted to talk in the slightest bit.

He has to get back to the bar and forget about what he just saw, or at least try, not that he will.