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During lunch Zayn was sat at his regular lunch table outside, Louis and Liam were kicking a ball around. Whilst Harry sat across from him at the table, watching the other two chase after the ball and fight for control over it.

"What are you looking for?" Harry questioned, leaning forward to hit him in the arm and pulled his attention from whatever it was he’d been staring at.

"Nothing, I’m just looking." He said nonchalantly, turning the other way.

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “I know who you’re looking for and you’re not going to find him, mate.”

"Piss off; you have no idea who I’m supposedly looking for.” Zayn huffed, picking through his small tray of half eaten chips.

"So you aren’t looking for Niall then?"

"No."

"And you aren’t waiting for him to walk through the door, wearing one of those low cut tops?"

"Nope."

"Then I guess you wouldn’t care if he wore a pair of incredibly tight jeans or one of his sexy little short skirts? You know the one that’s so short; when he leans forward even the slightest you can see his lace underwear."

"Still don’t care." Zayn said stubbornly, running a quick hand through his dark styled up quiff.

Harry laughed a throaty laugh again, tossing his head back. “Yeah, sure mate. You just keep telling yourself that.”

He rolled his eyes, taking a drink from his bottled water. “Okay, fine. So what if I am? You’ve all had a go at him, multiple times. Why’s it such a big deal if I want some too?”

"That’s the point, everyone’s had a go. He’s seventeen and already a prostitute, why would you even want to put your prick near him?”

"Harry, do you not realize you’ve put your prick in and around his arse! Again, multiple times!” Zayn said, raising his voice slightly.

"I’m a dirty bastard, what do you expect?" He shrugged, finishing off his sandwich and washed it down with his drink.

"What about Louis and Liam? They’ve both fucked him a few times; I know Liam hooks up with him nearly every goddamn weekend." Zayn pointed out.

"Easy, Louis is a kinky fuck and Niall is the only one who’s into that shit. And Niall let’s Liam be as rough as he wants, so of course Liam’s going to keep fucking him." Harry said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Zayn shook his head, rolling his eyes again. “Whatever, I’m going to get my go and you lot can fuck off.” He huffed, getting up and dumping his tray before walking back inside the school building.

He had made it to his locker, casually peeking around the metal locker once a certain dirty-blonde haired boy caught his attention as he walked out of the boys bathroom. Granted he was adjusting the dark blue shirt-dress he was wearing and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead and into a messy quiff.

Niall caught him staring so he bit his lower lip, giving Zayn a small wave and mouthed the words 'Hi'. Before Zayn could even get his body to react Niall smiled and walked away, disappearing down the hall.

He slammed his locker shut, mentally cursing at himself for not using his words and saying something to Niall. If he was ever going to get a chance with him, he’d have to avoid having his synapses freeze up. Rendering him speechless and immobile with that stupidly glossy eyed gaze that always gets plastered on his face whenever he sees him.