age 13 (zayn) 12 (harry)

grade seven

"i'm so done oh my god." harry mumbled as their teacher continued to teach.

zayn rolled his eyes then raised his hand.

"yes, zayn?" the teacher answered.

"can i go to the washroom please?"

the teacher nodded and just like that zayn was dismissed.

since they were in a portable, zayn brought harry with him and a keycard to open the school doors.

"thank you." harry sighed.

"school is almost over okay, there's like a week. then next year we get to be older than everyone!" zayn smiled.

"yep." harry nodded. "let's be extra slow, then let's go to the washroom that no one goes to."

zayn nodded.

when they arrived, harry checked the mirror to fix his hair.

"what?" zayn shot harry a confused look.

"i'm going to see my girlfriend after," harry smiled.

zayn's eyed widened. "girlfriend??" he asked, uneasy.

"yeah, leigh anne." harry spoke.

"but... i thought that was a one-time thing.. that dance in sixth grade.."

"you thought wrong."

and zayn was broken.

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