The bell rang at noon when everyone couldn't dart out of the room fast enough.
Jayy got out of his seat before Zayn and walked over to Harry. "Hey, Styles, wanna join me and Zayn, here, for lunch?"
"Sure," Harry flashed him a gorgeous grin. "I'd love to."
"Hey! What do you think you're doing," Zayn muttered, pulling Jayy down by his shirt so that their eyes were level.
Jayy smirked. "I'm inviting your crush to lunch for you."
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want the nosy bastard there," Zayn glared.
"Tough. Tomorrow, you would've forgotten about it, and you'd be back to crushin' on him. I'm just speeding up the process. You can thank me, later."
Zayn released his hold on the taller's shirt while grumbling to himself.
Jayy smiled at his small victory as he wrapped his arms around the two shorter males to lead them towards the lunchroom.
"Is he gonna be okay," Harry asked anxiously, looking up at the punk star for an answer.
"Yeah, he'll be fine once he realizes I'm right."
"Okay," Harry murmured, looking back down to the ground in front of him. How he hoped that Zayn would stay mad at him forever. He really didn't mean to piss the guy off; it just sort of happened.
Zayn sighed, his brow slightly tilted downward as he glared at Jayy. His expression soon changed from irritated to calm as his gaze moved to the other face. How could he possibly stay mad being in the presence of such a beautiful face?
Jayy looked down, noticing the cooler atmosphere around him. He sympathetically rubbed Zayn's shoulder, for he knew how defeat damaged his pride.
Zayn lifted his hand to rest it on Jayy's. "Thanks. You were right, by the way," Zayn mumbled, a small smile warmly spreading across his face, but soon vanished at what Jay said next. As jealousy washed over him, his eyes turned into a deadly glare of daggers ready to shoot at Jayy.
"Told you. Oh, hey, I meant to ask you earlier, but where do you live," Jayy asked Harry just as they entered the lunchroom.
"W-why," Harry asked, about to look up at Jayy before noticing the other glaring at the taller. All the worry Harry had been now replaced with a soothing sensation.
"I wanna know where you brother lives. You live with him, don't you," Jayy responded, taking him arms back and his backpack down at his normal spot on the table.
"Oh. Yeah, we live together."
"Front pocket. There's my planner. Write it in there," Jayy shouted as he headed towards the lunch line.
"I'll get it for you," Zayn said with a smile, sitting down his own book bag.
"Thanks," Harry smiled warmly, sitting down on the bench.
"Here. Good luck trying to find a space to write it in," Zayn responded, tossing the thin planner to the place in front of Harry.
The little book was covered front to back in doodles of dragons, zombies, vampires, werewolves, guns, daggers, scythes, swords, relics, pentagrams, blood, eyeballs, dead people, and much more. Each picture was drawn so delicately and colored so precisely, the sketches look like they might just come off the page. "Decorative. Isn't he," Harry asked, still in awe of all the drawings in front of him.
"He's one of the best artists in school," Zayn answered, getting out his lunch and taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Wow," Harry marveled at the various works scattered throughout the little book. Towards the end of the planner it was a little less cluttered, so Harry was able to find a blank space at the bottom in one of the corners. After scribbling down his address down, he hand the book back to Zayn.
Jayy came back to the table, Caesar salad, fries, and a monster all in his hands. Harry gave him a questioning look. "What," Jayy asked, slightly paranoid, as he stuffed some fries into his mouth.
"Nothing," Harry dismissed, starting to eat his own lunch.
After they finished eating, minutes passed in shared silence. To avoid the awkward feeling, Zayn got out his phone, starting to quickly type, and Jayy started to continue to doodle more in his planner. This left Harry to be drowned by the lonely awkwardness that filled the table.
Quickly looking up at the boy in front of him, Jay nudged Zayn's foot underneath the table. Zayn looked over at Jayy who nodded towards Harry. Zayn shrugged in return before going back to his phone.
Sighing, Jayy closed his planner and put it back into his bag. "So…what's your brother like," Jayy asked, thinking of nothing better to say.
"Oh! He's..uhmm…well,..For one thing, he's always out in the garage singing and playing his electric guitar…he writes his own music," Harry answered, twiddling his thumbs.
"I can play the guitar and the keyboard," Jayy commented.
Zayn heard a conversation being ignited, so he decided to put away his phone for the time being.
"My brother's actually looking for band member," Harry recalled.
"Oh, cool! I could be his scream-o partner…Zayn, here, is the one who taught me how to sing," Jayy said proudly, pointing a finger at Zayn when he mentioned his name.
"Really," Harry asked shocked.
"Yes," Zayn mumbled underneath his breath, blushing, as he slapped Jay upside the back of his head.
Jay chuckled, the slap to his head only making him laugh harder. "So, is it okay with you, if I hang out after school, today?"
"Yeah. I would think so…How about you," Harry asked, turning towards Zayn.
"Ummm…yeah, I guess I can go," Zayn murmured, blushing more deeply and trying to avoid eye contact with Harry, though, his sparkling forest green eye and charming smile were making it very difficult.
"I'm glad. Hope to see you both after school," Harry concluded with a giant grin plastered on to his face.
The bell rang again, and they all got from the table, dragging their book bags behind them, before separating in different directions.
