Four - So, do you know Zayn Malik?

Harry Styles whistled a tune as he walked through the school during break hours and tried to find a spot of his best friend. The blonde boy hadn't show up to music class and Harry kind of get an idea that he skipped class like he always did but he wasn't on the cafeteria or the bleachers like he always used to be. The curly haired lad's long legs took long strides against the tiled floors, curls flopping up and down at the fast pace he was walking. "Where could he be? Where could he - " Harry cut himself off as he stood in front of the old common room, actually tempting to get in the room and check if Niall was in it but ended up shrugging and walking off in a different direction, why would Niall be in there anyways? The room was nothing but a dusty, dark opening. 

"I'm going to go have lunch now." Niall smiled at Zayn and waved him goodbye, the older doing the same before the both of them parted ways. Niall let out a content sigh as he watched his new friend disappeared down the right hall. He closed the common room door slowly and started walking away from it until he stopped when he saw a certain curly haired lad rounding the corner. "Hazza!" Niall yelled, jumping on the taller boy's back and almost knocking the both of them with the impact. "Take me to the cafeteria, pheasant." He muttered in Harry's ears and laughed when the younger one let out series of horse sounds. Harry turned around slightly and smiled at Niall with those dimpled smile, "Where have you been, Nialler?" He asked, holding the blonde boy secure with his hands behind his thighs.

 "Was just walking around." Niall blurted out a lie, a bit proud when Harry bought it. Harry hated Zayn Malik, despite even. The curly haired lad thinks that the other boy is way too full of himself, and sometimes during his nerd years, Zayn and his friends would trip him 'accidentally' while they have art together. The group barely learn anyways, they just wanted to mess around with the younger kids and rub it into their faces that they were the muscular jocks. Harry would always cry after every bully session with Zayn, it was way too much that he finally changed himself over the three months he was given during the last summer. And now, he have people kissing his ass instead of kicking it. "Go quicker, pheasant, I'm starving and parched." Harry smiled at his best friend's typical antics as he run into the cafeteria with the light blonde on his back and earned weird looks from the students but they barely cared.

"So you know Zayn Malik?" Niall asked and almost slapped himself with the spoon he was eating for sounding so stupid. Of course, Harry knew the kid that made his sophomore life a living hell. Sweet move, Niall.  Harry visibly tensed and Niall now actually planned on hurting himself with the spoon - no matter how dumb that would sound and look. "What about him?" Harry snapped, placing his milk cartoon down on the table and the voice nearly made Niall scream and jump in fear because Harry's so scary when he is angry. The blonde gulped at the angry voice and the emotionless face, "Nothing, I was j-just asking." He stammered, sighing lowly when he realized that he won't be able to tell Harry about Zayn if he wanted to stay alive. 

After lunch, it was Maths so Niall and Harry walked there together both laughing at a joke Niall said. When the two guys sit themselves down on the table and Niall started copying the notes while Harry just typed away on his phone. Niall looked up when he heard someone calling his name and almost groaned when he saw Zayn waving at him from the back of the class and his friends, Liam and Andy smirking. He could sense Harry tense beside him and only smiled back at Zayn. Harry shot daggers at Zayn and the raven haired boy only shrug returning back to what he was doing with a smirk. Zayn was all over Niall during the Math's period, trying to talk to him, calling him over the teacher's teaching and throwing him notes. He was doing basically everything to get the blonde's attention which Niall will not give because Harry was beside him. 

"What's up with him?" Harry snarled, pulling the older boy closer to him and Niall just shrugged, blushing at the attention he was receiving. He looked down at the paper in his hands, face changing into a deeper shade of red when he realize that it was his number stamped in it. He shoved the paper into his pocket with a slight smile, biting his lips as he tried to contain his grin. After class, Harry excused himself to go to the toilet and told Niall to wait for him outside. And of course, Zayn took that as a perfect opportunity to talk to him. He pulled at Niall's wrist, pulling the younger closer and biting his lips, switching his face into a smolder - nobody fails to fall for the smolder. "Call me when you've gone back home?" Zayn asked and the blonde blushed again, trying to pull his hands out of Zayn to avoid any suspicion. "I- I you know. . . will try." He mumbled out, not failing to notice Zayn's two friends looking at him not so subtly from three lockers away and he looked down, pulling his hands away from a satisfied Zayn who kissed his cheek as a goodbye and walked away. Niall turned red, what's with all the attention? The tanned boy rarely notices him in the hallways before. 

The blonde was flustered by the time Harry had came out, "Sorry I thought I needed a wee but I just really needed to shit." He mumbled sheepishly, smiling at his best-friend."You okay Ni? You look a bit red." Harry asked, placing a hand on Niall's shoulder. "Y - Yeah! I'm just cold." The blonde uttered out the first excuse he could find and Harry raised his eyebrows, "Niall, it's like 95 degrees outside and everyone's running around in tank tops and shorts while you're cold?" he asked and stared at him suspiciously. "I just kinda am." Niall said with a laugh and Harry rolled his eyes fondly. Niall had to literally hide behind Harry when they were passing by Zayn's group. The two boys were wolf-whistling, winking at him while Zayn just leaned back on the wall with a smirk and winked at the blonde. The curly haired lad glared at the trio, pulling the boy with him faster. 

"Your target  this time looks difficult." Liam mumbled, eyes following the two boys that just left, "100 bucks - Zayn will take about a month to get into his pants." He smirked at his two friends. Andy and Zayn returned the smirk, both nodding along in agreement. "He does looks a bit in-warded and shy, do you think you can do this, Zayn? He looks like a 'you can't fuck me until the third date' type of guy." Andy spoke, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Nobody says no to me, Andy. They know the consequences."  Zayn said, smirking as he saw the blonde turned around to look at him again. "He wouldn't dare." 

"Plus the shy ones are always fucking wild between sheets." Zayn winked, crushing his used cigar under his boots. "So you are going to ask him out tomorrow?" Liam asked. "I sure am." Zayn smirked, licking his lips as he stared at the blonde that was bending down to pick up the books Harry had teasingly knocked down. "And I will make sure he says yes."