Zayn feels kind of dissapointed at about three when they make it back to the dorm rooms and he has to leave the company of...not of Harry but simply another person.

Niall doesn't get back until four and Liam six.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Zayn asks as they walk up the steps.

"Probably do homework." Harry shrugs.

"Oh." Zayn nods.

"Do you want to do something else?" Harry asks, making Zayn look at him and see his smiling lips.

"No, I just...was wondering." Zayn says.

Harry nods and looks away.

"I had fun today." He tells Harry.

The look at each other once again.

"I'm glad." Harry says truthfully.

"Did you?"

"Of course." Harry nods. "I'm kind of disappointed it was cut short though, we could've went on so many rides." Harry says.

"The spinning one was great after a while."

"I know right." Harry says.

"We should do that again. Why did your friends not want to go?"

Harry shrugs. "'M not sure."

"Why am I man of many words this afternoon?" Zayn sighs.

"What?"

"You seem distracted." Zayn points out.

"No. I'm just tired after that long day." Harry says, blantly fake yawning. "I've got a take a little nap before homework." He says.

Zayn purses his lips and nods.

"Alright." He nods. "See you tomorrow." Zayn says, stopping at his door.

Harry smiles and Zayn nods his head once before turning around and closing his door quickly, releasing a heavy breath.

He can't believe he actually spent the day with Harry Styles.

And enjoyed it.

He genuinely believed Harry would just talk about himself the whole time but no. No, not at all. He actually didn't in the slightest bit. He payed attention to Zayn the whole fucking time.

Holy shit.

He was wrong about this guy.

So, so, so wrong.

Zayn is such a dick.

And he hates to say it, but spending time with Harry was better than he ever expected. He enjoyed himself. He hasn't really enjoyed himself in a long time.

Zayn looks at the time.

It's three thirty.

He remembers that around nine, Harry was at the place fighting. Zayn kind of wants to go. Just wants to see Harry's complete fight, see if he's winning, see if hes okay.

Zayn sighs at his stupid thoughts as he plops down on his bed.

But that's weird. He hated Harry and now he wants to watch him fight to make sure he doesn't get hurt?

Zayn unfortunately found out something about himself today. He's a complete and utter asshole.

But then again, they're officially friends now, right? Despite his past shitty attitudes.

He can even meet up with Monica there.

But the only reason Harry forgave him was because he's such a forgiving person. And towards Zayn? He doesn't really know why.

But he can't take advantage of Harry like that.

Thats why if he goes, he'll show support to give back.

And that thought instantly makes Zayn feel obligated to go. He obviously won't join the circle but probably watch from above.

He'll have food with Niall at four, get back to the dorms by five, do homework until six, sleep because he is a lazy ass and probably wake up at like eight, giving him enough time to go.

Zayn nods at his thoughts.

That sounds perfect.

But he's broken out of his thoughts when a knock erupts at his door.

He gets off his bed, the possibilities of who it is racing through his mind. It could be Niall because he forgot his key again, but deep down he's hoping it's Harry because maybe instead of homework he wants to hang out some more and wow Zayn sounds really needy.

Zayn quickly shakes his thoughts away and opens the door, coming face to face with two familiar looking people who look back at him with similar faces but they contain happiness?

His parents engulf him into a vigorous hug, yelling his name excitedly, making his stunned body step back.

"Hey guys." Zayn says. He hasn't seen his parents for at least two years because of their business.

"How are you?" His mother squeals.

"We were so excited to open a store down here so we could see you." His father says.

Today is just full of surprises.

"I um I'm..." Zayn trails off, at a loss for words.

"We've put him in shock." His father laughs. And Zayn doesn't know what's so funny because yes, they did.

"Maybe we should have some dinner and talk, hm?" His mother suggests.

Zayn will just have to cancel on Niall. Maybe Liam and him can make plans.

"Okay." Zayn nods, still not exactly sure what to say.

LATER

"We are so happy to see you baby." Zayn's mother says, smiling fondly at Zayn as he sits across from his two parents in a booth at the coffee shop. She rests her hand on top of his.

Zayn swallows thickly, feeling nervous. He doesn't even know how to begin speaking to his parents honestly.

It's already five o' clock. He should be doing his homework by now. They're throwing his schedule off.

"So, how's that business degree going?" His father asks.

Zayn's eyes widen slightly.

He never told his parents he's studying music because he knew they would never accept that. Never in a million years.

"It's good." Zayn says, smiling slightly.

"I'm so proud you, Zaynie. I'm so sorry we couldn't visit you earlier." His mother says.

"Thats fine." Zayn says.

Suddenly his father's phone begins to ring.

"I should take this." He says, getting up quickly and walking away from the table to go outside.

Zayn looks from his father that exits the door, crearing a chiming sound, then back to his mother who gives him a scarily serious expression. Zayn's eyes widen slightly.

"Um, mum?"

"Give it to me straight, Z. What are you actually studying because I know your not very fond of business." She says.

Zayn sighs shakily. "Okay? But how did you even figure it out?"

"You've always been a bit defiant, you think I'm neglectful but a mother always knows."

Zayn almost laughs at how absurdly accurate his mother is. But he chuckles lightly. "I'm studying music."

"Music?" Her eyes widen. "You know not everyone makes it in music."

"Well I see how much faith you have in me." Zayn says, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms over his chest.

The woman sighs, taking her hand off his and rubbing at her temples, closing her eyes at the same time.

"You've never even heard me perform before mum." Zayn continues.

"I'm sure your great honey but-"

"Music is what I'm passionate about. Please don't fight me. It's not a faze, I'm not an angsty, confused teenager. I'm an adult and I've made a decision to do this because I really, really want to."

She looks at him with a stoic expression before nodding slowly. "Okay. I understand." She says. "But you need to tell your father the truth when he gets back." She says, raising her eyebrows.

Zayn sighs heavily. "Are you even really happy to see me?"

She frowns. "Of course I am." She says. "Why wouldn't I be happy to see you?"

Zayn shrugs and looks away.

"Zayn." She presses. "You always do that." She says.

"Do what?"

"Whenever your upset you always close off and stop talking even though I'm sitting right here in front of you." She says, smiling slightly. "Tell me. I'm your mother and i'd love for you to think of me as one." She says.

He always has loved his mother when she was around, he just forgets how loving she is. His father, he's always respected but was never able to actually have a conversation with him.

"Okay." Zayn sighs. "Just feel kind of like you don't care about me. And I wish you did. I wish you paid more attention to me."

"Really?"

Zayn nods, staring at his hands.

"Do you have any friends?"

Zayn looks at her. "Um, yes."

She smiles.

"Whats their names?"

"Well, Liam, from high school." He says.

"Oh, he's such a sweet boy." She comments.

"And Niall." Zayn finishes.

She nods. "Nice. What's Niall like?"

"He's cool." Zayn shrugs.

"How cool?"

"Mum, what does this have to do with anything?"

"I'm paying attention to you. I genuinely want to know your life." She responds.

Zayn purses his lips and sees his dad enter the shop again.

"Honey, we have to go. There's a problem with construction at the store." He says.

His mother stands quickly, brushing off her pleasant dress and pulling her leather jacket more around her.

"Alright." She sighs. "Oh, Zayn wanted to tell you something by the way." She says.

"Yeah?" His father says.

Zayn sighs shakily as he stands up.

"I'm majoring in music." Zayn reveals. "Not business."

His father's eyebrows raise. "Oh."

Zayn pulls his lips inward.

"I mean, that's fine. As long as you have a back up plan if it doesn't work out."

Zayn nods, even though he doesn't.

"Great." He smiles. "I'm rooting for you Zayn." He says, patting the man on the back.

He walks out of the shop with the two of them.

He says his goodbyes to the both of them, watching as their ride just suddenly appears. They're so damn rich they could be visiting Zayn all the damn time but no. They're too damn busy.

Zayn rolls his eyes at the thought before walking to his car.

Zayn exits the coffee shop, deciding to go back to his dorm to start his homework.

To get back to the dorms, Zayn has to also pass the mysterious looking building, which isn't really mysterious anymore to him since he knows what goes on in there.

He stops at a stop light, having a perfect view of the front. He has to look twice.

In the distance, he sees a commotion going on. The man squints his eyes, seeing a familiar face that is pinned up against the wall, occassionaly getting blocked by the two taller boys in front of him that seem to be very aggressive, and angry.

When one of them moves their body out of the way, Zayn sees it's Harry. His eyes widen. What is Harry doing here now?

Zayn breaks out of his thoughts when he hears someone honk their horn, making him realize that the light in front of him is green.

Zayn sighs heavy and drives straight, turning into a complex to park his car. He sees buildings for some tacky restaurant with only three cars so Zayn is sure they won't mind.

Zayn knows he shouldn't go and intervene whatever the hell is going on, but something is compelling him to. He, for some reason, really wants to help Harry. It's pitiful.

So Zayn ignores the sirens going off to stop. Any smart person wouldn't intervene. And Zayn knows that.

Zayn sees another entrance that's more hidden behind a wall on the side he stands, thank god.

The man runs towards it, seeing they're yelling at Harry pretty intensely. Zayn wonders why. Why in broad daylight and five in the evening? It's not a very good time.

Zayn takes hold of the fence and climbs over before jumping down.

Zayn runs over.

And shit, what the hell even is his plan? He just ran over here to help Harry with no idea how to even help.

How idotic can he be?

"Hey." Zayn says, catching the attention of the two guys who look at him at the same time, scaring Zayn even more.

Appareantly, Zayn can be very idiotic.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of them asks. The thickness of his Scottish accent startles him. It makes him wonder how long this guy has been living in America.

And his height is the scariest of all. Both of them. They're at least six foot five inches. While Zayn stands at an average five foot nine inches.

Zayn swallows thickly.

"Oi, you going to answer him twat?" His friend pushes.

"Stop bothering him." Zayn says.

"Zayn?" Harry says so quietly Zayn almost doesn't hear it, but over the pounding of his heart he does. He looks at Harry, cringing at the blood that covers his pale skin.

"Maybe we'll teach you a lesson too." One of them says, shoving Zayn, surprising him and almost making him fall.

"No, leave him alone." Harry says loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Shut the fuck up." One of them says, punching Harry square in the face, making him fall to his knees. Zayn cringes, just wanting to help him now. Get these guys off his back.

"What the hell is going on!" A voice suddenly yells, coming from the gate behind Zayn. It's a feminine voice. "Get outta here you jealous bastards or I will tell my dad on you. You know I will."

Monica.

"Snitches get stiches bitch." One of them snaps.

Monica grabs Zayn's shoulder lightly as an act of saying he's with me.

"And Scottish rats don't get cheese if they beat up the mice. Your now broke for a month if you don't get the fuck out of here and back to your disgusting sewers."

The two men glare deviously at the girl before turning around and walking away.

Zayn turns to Monica who smiles at him. "Thank you. What was with the metaphors?"

"They are literal rats but cheese is their money." Monica says. "They understood me." She shrugs.

Zayn turns to Harry and walks over to him quickly, kneeling down and watching as he wipes off his sweat and blood on the sleeve of his jacket. Zayn swallows thickly.

"I'll go get you a med kit." Monica says before disappearing inside.

Zayn nods at her before turning to him again.

"What are you doing here, Zayn?" Harry asks, his voice sounding hoarse and weak.

"I saw you getting beat up."

"So your smart idea is to come intervene?"

"Okay, maybe it wasn't very smart but at least I got the attention off you."

"You could've gotten hurt."

"So what?" Zayn protests. "I wanted to help."

"Well next time, don't."

"Next time?"

"Yeah, if there is one."

"Hopefully not."

"Those guys already dug my grave, they know where I am every second of every day. There probably will be a next time and it will be the last." Harry says, standing slowly, obviously in pain. He uses the wall to support himself before beginning to walk on wobbly legs.

Zayn stands as well.

"Where are you going?"

"My car."

"Why? You're hurt." Zayn says.

"No, I'm Harry."

"That's not funny."

"Just trying to lighten the mood." Harry shrugs.

"Please, let's just get you cleaned up first." Zayn says, grabbing Harry's wrist lightly, making him stop in his tracks.

Harry looks at Zayn's hand on his wrist and then at Zayn before slowly taking his arm back.

"Please?"

"Fine." Harry says, running a hand through his matted hair.

Monica comes back out with the first aid.

"I can do it." Zayn says.

Monica nods.

"Are you guys dating or something because that would be cute." Monica says.

"First of all Monica, this is a terrible time to be asking and second, gross no." Zayn says as he searches through the kit, looking down to hide his cheeks that heat up. He doesn't want to see Harry's most likely smug expression.

"Okay damn,sorry. Didn't mean to get on your pussy cat side." She says.

"Sorry." Zayn sighs.

"Whatever, are you guys staying?"

"Probably not." Zayn says.

"Aw. Why?"

"Homework." Zayn says, successfully finding wipes with a triumphant grin.

"Ew."

"I know right." Zayn says, taking a wipe out.

"Well, I'm going to go take a nap." Monica says."Bye Zayn, feel better Harry." She says.

"Wait." Harry says before Monica can walk inside.

She looks at Harry expectantly.

"Thanks." He says.

Monica nods with a small grin before walking inside.

Zayn brings the wipe up to Harry's face to see his eyes closed. He slowly guides it to his cheek and lightly touches the small cut, making his eyes snap open and a gasp escape his lips.

"It's just me." Zayn says.

Harry visibly swallows thickly, looking nervous as he eyes Zayn skeptically. It's as if Harry doesn't recognize him, but then his features slowly turns relaxed.

Zayn grins slightly.

"Why are you helping me?" Harry asks.

"Because I want to."

"No. I'm serious."

Zayn looks at Harry, furrowing his brow. "So am I."

Harry looks away and sighs. "You're looking at me like I'm crazy...like you didnt just completely hate me a few days ago."

"Then I got to know you."

"I think it would be a better choice to hate me again."

"What the hell, Harry?" Zayn snaps, stopping his actions of cleaning his face.

"What?" Harry says.

"You make it such a fucking big deal to bother me, get to know me, and now your the one pushing me away? That doesn't even make any sense!" Zayn exclaims.

"Well why are you? It's because you pity me." Harry says calmly.

Zayn narrows his eyes. "I don't. You don't know the half of what I feel."

Harry closes his mouth and turns away.

Zayn sighs heavily but continues his actions of cleaning the obviously deep cut.

The man decides to not make any more conversation since it's just going to end up with them fighting. Harry is pretty tense right now, he can see it every time he locks his jaw, and his broad shoulders that seem frozen.

When Zayn finishes cleaning one cut, he moves over to the cut above his eyebrow that seems to not have healed the last time he saw it. When he rests the cold wipe to it, Harry hisses in pain, closing his eyes.

Zayn bites at his bottom lip and continues to wipe at the blood.

Zayn just wants to ask why the hell Harry really does this if he's getting hurt so much.

"It doesn't hurt that much." Harry says in attempt to reassure Zayn's obviously concerned thoughts. Zayn smiles inwardly, nodding his head silently, not believing Harry for a second. "I mean,...during the fight. The aftermath hurts like a bitch though." He explains.

Zayn takes out a Ziploc bag from the kit, sticking the bloody wipe in there. He gets another one, wiping excess wounds before getting bandaids, one above his eyebrow and one on his cheek.

Zayn looks at Harry's bloody jacket.

"Take off your jacket." Zayn says.

Harry obliges and takes it off.

"And your shirt." Zayn says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why?" Harry says, furrowing his brows.

"Something must be hurting under there."

"Yeah, my stomach. I'm hungry as hell." Harry smirks.

"Can you not joke around for a second." Zayn sighs. "Just take off your shirt, I'm trying to help you."

"Fine. Your lucky I don't feel like struggling to get up right now." Harry says before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

Zayn peels his eyes away from his long, tattoed torso littered with black ink, contrasting nicely with his white complexion and focuses on the gnarly purple bruise on his shoulder. That seems to be the only part bruised.

"I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure that's fractured or something."

"Really?" Harry says, looking at it. "Well, I don't believe in doctors. Thanks for your help." Harry says, grabbing his clothing to slip his shirt back on, which Zayn noticed was a struggle before.

Harry uses the wall to stand again before walking past Zayn to get to the fence.

"Isn't there an exit you can just...i don't know...walk out of?"

"Yeah because in a place like this they're going to make an entrance you walk through." Harry snaps sarcastically.

Zayn glares at him. "Okay, calm down Harry." Zayn says, walking over to Harry quickly, grabbing his hand , making Harry turn around quickly, being three inches taller than Zayn, so he looks down at him.

"What Zayn? What could you possibly want?" Harry snaps.

Zayn takes a step back but keeps hold of the man's hand, scared he might walk away.

How the roles have reversed.

"I just-"

"You want me to be okay? Well I am! I'm fine." he yells. "Leave me alone!" He says, snatching his hand away and turning to walk away again.

Zayn watches as he climbs the fence, not wanting to imagine the pain in his shoulder he must feel and watches as he jumps down, almost falling, but he doesn't and walks away out of view behind a wall.