(So Zayn and Harry really are the main characters in this story so I'm going to pay attention to the other boys but not as much because you know, this is a ZARRY STYLIK story not a HARRY, NIALL, ZAYN, LIAM AND LOUIS story.

So yeah.

But if you want to read a story that encircles all the boys but it's not really a love story, it's more about friendship, then read "Freedom"
Thanks!)

On a Wednesday morning Zayn, Niall and Liam sit in a coffee shop before school starts for the three of them. Liam starts the earliest at seven, Zayn the second earliest at seven thirty and Niall at nine. "Guys, your lucky I like you because I am tired as hell." Niall groans, putting his head down on the table with his coffee cup held in his hand.

"Just drink your coffee and stop complaining. At least you get a head start." Liam says, eyes bright as he takes says a sip of his hot chocolate. Even Zayn is tired but he's not saying anything.

"Easy for you to say since you wake up every morning at the ass crack of dawn." Niall mumbles.

"Well maybe you should start." Liam retorts.

"There's no reason for me to, I don't have a class at the dick of dawn."

"What even is that?" Liam says, furrowing his brows.

Zayn looks around, ignoring the two boys that seem to always be arguing. He looks at the four girls that sit at another booth across from them on the opposite side. He sees the blonde girl that sits in front of him in his reading class.

They make eye contact, making Zayn get startled slightly. But she smiles at him and sends a pleasant wave. Zayn does the same, feeling his heart leap. He wonders what her name is, maybe he should walk over and ask, then again, she is with her friends.

"Zayn, who in the world are you waving to?" Liam questions, looking at Zayn from across the booth.

"Um, that girl over there." Zayn says, subtly nodding his head towards her. Liam and Niall look. "Well way to make it obvious guys." Zayn mumbles, slapping his hand to his forhead.

Niall chuckles quietly and Liam turns back around quickly.

"That's Gigi Hadid." Liam tells Zayn. "She's really nice...and pretty, obviously." He continues.

Zayn nods at the new information. Gigi.

"You like her?" Liam asks.

"Well...I don't really know her all that well. But she is pretty. Do you?"

Liam shrugs. "Not really." He says. "Go for it."

"Yeah. Did you forget? Liam likes guys." Niall says.

"I like both, there's a difference."

"Oh yeah, sorry, your bi." Niall says, throwing his hands in the air.

Liam smirks.

"What about you Niall?"

"What about me?"

"Sexual preference?

Niall taps his finger against his chin, acting as if he's thinking as he stares in the air. "I don't really want to put a label on it to be honest." He says. "I'll do anybody, any gender, anywhere, anytime."

"Even trans?"

"Even trans."

Liam smiles. "Nice." He chuckles. "I never thought you were interested in guys."

"Have you seen Harry Styles?" Niall says as if stating the obvious. Zayn rolls his eyes after hearing the guys name before drinking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Zayn does not like the sound of him." Liam chuckles.

"I mean, he was talking to him yesterday. What could be the problem?"

"He's an arrogant, narcissistic, pretentious bastard who needs to understand the world doesn't and will never revolve around him or his opinions."

"Fuck, there were like three GCSE words in there, I have no clue what you just said." Niall says.

"Harry Styles is basically the biggest asshole in the world." Liam simplifies.

"Nah. I can think of someone worse." Niall says.

"Who?"

"I forgot his name but he did shit to me in like, high school. Now, I wasn't always this cool and charming guys." Niall says, making Liam snort. "What was that for?" Niall snaps.

"Nothing, just go on." Liam chuckles.

Zayn smiles a little.

"Anyway, he used to bully me endlessly. Like, non-stop. Picked on me for being short and shit. Oh, he got on my nerves. So you want to know what I did?" Niall smirks, leaning into the table.

"Yeah." Liam says as Zayn nods.

"Punched him right in he throat the last day of senior year. He didn't even see it coming." Niall laughs. The other boys laugh as well, Zayn chuckling quietly.

"Hey guys." A voice says, all their heads turning to look at Louis who holds a bottle of water in his hand and his keyboard in another.

"Oh hey Louis." Liam smiles brightly. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you guys could like, help me with my music. I have to perform today."

"Sounds like a Zayn job."

"Nah, it's more my lyrics." He says. "So, all of you could help really."

"Here." Liam says, scooting over on his side of the booth so Louis could sit.

"Thanks." He grins, setting his water bottle down on the table and his keyboard on the floor against the seat. He spreads crumpled up sheets of paper on the table and Zayn is glad he's not the only one who is so messy.

"So there's this lyric that I'm iffy about, you know?" Louis says, Liam and Niall listening intently.

Zayn looks up at Gigi again, soaring away from the conversation because he'll probably not have much input anyway.

He sees Harry Styles walk in, making him furrow his brows. Why is everyone up this damn early?

He looks at the time, seeing it six forty five. They are all five minutes away from Liam's class so he's probably not worried since Niall is going to drop him off their with his car anyway.

So Zayn looks up again and his eyes widen slightly when he watches Harry walk over to the table where Gigi is. He talks a bit, looking friendly with all the girls just like he usually does talking to people and Zayn even envys him for that.

Him and Harry are complete opposites in every sense of the word.

Then Gigi stands and she hugs Harry before she pulls away and Harry Styles pecks her on the lips, making Zayn almost jump out of his seat from frusteration. Then Gigi hugs him tightly one more time, her long arms around his waist, before sitting back down again. Zayn barely knew her anyway, but is there anything this guy doesn't have that Zayn undeniably wants? Even a little?

He watches as Harry turns his head and looks at Zayn glaring at him before growing an even bigger smirk on his face even though it was already there. Does he go to sleep with a smirk on his face? Knowing that he defeated and put down every human being in this earth and he's the most superior of them all, even the president.

Maybe Harry Styles isn't even human. Maybe he's an alien planning to dominant the world but it's just a slow build up before the large blast.

"Guys! It's snowing!" Liam exclaims, making Zayn look away from Harry's and his showdown and out the window. It is in fact snowing and it looks like a Christmas Wonderland even though it's only October and Halloween isn't for another two weeks.

Wait, why in the world is it snowing in the fall?

Zayn forgets about it and looks up to see Harry gone from the table. He doesn't look around to make it blantly obvious he's looking for him, so he just looks down at his hands, not interested any longer anyway.

LATER
MUSIC ROOM

Zayn walks in the earliest at about one forty five, not wanting to be late and have a re run of the episode yesterday.

His hands are cold from the outside and he rubs them together quickly to get some heat on them finally. The room is pretty warm since the heater is probably on.

He gets a chair from the utility closet and sets it in the back of the room before sitting patiently, playing games on his phone.

The room slowly begins to fill up as it gets closer and closer to two. Zayn doesn't really look up from his phone, not particularly interested in the people walking in.

"Hey Zayn." Louis says, sitting beside him. Zayn looks up and smiles slightly at him. He does like Louis. Of course, he doesn't talk to him much just like Niall. Although, he does like him mainly because he's pretty simple, funny and extremely passive. He doesn't like to start unneeded drama with people besides yesterday when Harry had taken his keyboard, but that was a legitimate reason.

Zayn likes simple people, they're nice to have in life.

"Ready for your performance?"

"Yeah." Louis sighs.

"What's your song called?"

"Back to you." He says. "It's like an angsty love song." He shrugs. "Oh and I forgot to tell you, your song was really good. Was it like, about your life?"

"Yeah, basically, before I came to college and stuff."

"You sang it really well, your voice is naturally good." Louis says. And it's exactly what Harry had said yesterday, but it sounds better coming from Louis.

"Thanks." Zayn smiles sincerely.

"Oh, looks like Harry's going first." Louis says, looking at the front of the room.

Zayn looks as well. He sees Harry getting a stool to put in the center of the room, a guitar strapped around his body already. Zayn frowns and puts his phone into his bag.

Harry sits on the stool, organizing his music on the stand. He looks like a damn Ken Doll with his hair perfectly styled, no pun intended, and his clothes looking sleek. He wears a button down black shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly, black jeans and brown boots once again. And somehow, his skin is so clear and his emerald eyes bright that you can see them from a mile away.

All in all, he looks like a million bucks and not real in the slightest. Zayn rolls his eyes at this.

"He looks awesome, like a real Hollywood performer up there. Doesn't he?" Louis whispers as the class begins to go quiet from the instruction of the professor.

Zayn forces a smile on his face, nodding subtly.

He does. And Zayn hates it.

He watches as Harry begins the first chords of the song, seeming to have a long intro before beginning to sing.

"Sweet creature
Had another talk about where it's going wrong
But we're still young
We don't know where we're going
But we know where we belong

No, we started
Two hearts in one home
It's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know but, oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of rope, you bring me home

Sweet creature
We're running through the garden
Where nothing bothered us
But we're still young
I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

No, we started
Two hearts in one home
I know, it's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know but, oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of rope, you bring me home

I know when we started
Just two hearts in one home
It gets harder when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know but, oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of rope, you bring me home
You'll bring me home."

The class erupts in claps, of course. And Zayn doesn't blame them. His voice, the guitar playing, the lyrics, everything was very nice and Zayn has to admit, Harry has gotten better every year he has performed.

This year, Zayn claps, it's at his lap and not up in the air like everyone else's but it's something.

Harry looks at Zayn, making Zayn stop clapping shortly after. The man is faintly smirking, of course, obviously showing Zayn that he's better than him in every way possible.

Then Harry goes back to his seat.

More performances go on and the class finishes with Louis going last and the likeable man kills it. The beat of the song is really good and his unique voice that he always says he is working on has tremendously flourished.

Zayn picks up his bag, one of the last people to leave.

"Zayn." The professor says. Zayn looks at him, getting nervous. He walks over to the man, standing in front of him silently. "I wanted to speak to you yesterday but I was a little angry at your tardiness." He says. Is he ever going to let that go? Zayn nods nevertheless. "Anyway, I wanted to talk about your stage presence when your in here." He explains. "I notice your a little tense. Now, I know your shy but-"

"I'm not shy." Zayn says, gripping his bag strap tightly. "I just get a little anxious."

The man nods. "Okay, well, I want you to start focusing on not being. So, I want to pair you up with someone that I hope can help you."

Zayn opens his mouth to protest.

"Harry." Mr.Talvin says.

Zayn's eyes widen.

He looks at Harry to see him walking towards the desk.

"You know Zayn, right?" The man asks.

"I do." Harry grins.

"I just want you to help him out with his stage fright. Give him a few pointers. I won't be in charge and order you to do this. It's simply just a suggestion. But a good one, one that will help you Zayn." He says.

Zayn nods slowly.

"Great." The professor smiles. "Now go off and enjoy the rest of your day." He says.

Zayn turns and strides away quickly, Harry most likely following behind him but Zayn doesn't really care. There is no way he's letting Harry help him with his seemingly bad stage fright.

"Zayn." Harry says calmly.

No. He's not having it.

"Zayn, come on." Harry says.

Nope.

"Oh Zayn." Harry sings jokingly.

Zayn stops at the end of the street, waiting for the light to turn red for cars so he can walk across.

"Zayn. Buddy," Harry says, stopping beside the fuming man.

Zayn doesn't look at him, fed up enough already. And if he looks at Harry's face, it'll get worse.

"Don't be mad that even Mr.Talvin wants me to give you critics." Harry says.

Zayn doesn't respond.

"I mean, I'm just better than you. Get over it." Harry chuckles. "I'm even better than you at getting the girls you like."

This makes Zayn snap his gaze towards Harry.

"I don't care what you have to say Harry. I really don't." Zayn snaps, ignoring the fact he must know that Zayn likes Gigi a little.

"Let me just help you. Then you can stop hating my guts."

"You don't want to help me." Zayn says, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"You said it yourself, you like seeing me angry. So why would you want to help me?"

Harry rolls his eyes, still keeping his smirk.

"I was being stupid. It was the...in the moment type thing. You know?"

The light finally turns red. Zayn quickly walks across the street and Harry easily keeps up with him.

"I'll come to your dorm even, if you tell me your room number."

"Not a chance." Zayn says, sounding out of breath from his quick strides. He should go back to the gym.

"It'll just be like, ten minutes, tops."

"No way in hell." Zayn chuckles bitterly.

"Fine. Let's meet at the coffee shop."

Zayn looks at the man, stopping when he gets to his car.

"Do you really want to get better?" Harry asks, tilting his head to the side.

Zayn looks away from him. Of course he does. He really just needs to get rid of his pride and let this kid help him. He is one of the best in the class. Maybe number one.

"Okay. Ten minute meeting, tops, at the coffee shop."

"Great." Harry smiles instead of smirking.

"Don't insult me."

"I never do." Harry chuckles.

Zayn narrows his eyes. He doesn't feel like debating. "Tomorrow at six."

"Perfect." Harry nods.

Zayn nods before turning and going into his car. He looks at Harry who turns on his heel and walks away. Zayn sighs heavily before backing out of his parking space and driving away.