"Yeah?"

"Babe? Hey." Harry said, sitting in bed with his tablet and a mug of hot chocolate nearby.

It'd been a long Tuesday at school, and he missed Louis now more than ever.

The last few weeks had been quite calm, and he'd kept supplying Zayn with answers.

Things between them were pretty normal, and Harry felt confident about the rehearsal they had tomorrow afternoon.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

Zayn was a lot nicer when given test answers.

"Oh, hey." Louis said, sounding busy.

"I haven't heard from you in a few days. When are you coming back? I miss you." Harry said sadly.

"I-I know, sorry I lost track of time. Um, actually I'm back." Louis said.

"Really? Are you at the airport? I'll come get you." Harry said.

"No, no I'm at home. I was just really jet lagged and wanted a few days to adjust."

Harry frowned. "A few days?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you to see me all gross and tired looking, you know?"

"You've been here a few days?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Louis answered casually.

"But I called you yesterday like three times and you didn't answer."

"I was sleeping." Louis chuckled.

"Well...come see me. I need you, Lou." Harry said quietly.

"I'm still really tired, can I see you this weekend?" Louis asked.

Harry's heart sank. "I guess. But are you taking me to school tomorrow? And maybe staying for the rehearsal?"

"I can't, babe. I have a meeting tomorrow and a show to do for Adidas." Louis said.

"Busy day." He added.

"So I have to drive myself?" Harry asked, feeling even worse now.

"I'll see you sometime this weekend, okay? Promise. I'll make it all up to you but I have to go now. Bye babe." Louis said before he hung up.

Harry didn't even get to say goodbye.

He sighed heavily, fighting back tears and throwing his phone across his bed.

He sat there feeling miserable for a short amount of time before he dried his eyes and got out of bed.

Harry put on something expensive and revealing, going and sitting by the window for good lighting.

He took around sixteen selfies, choosing one and posting it.

Each like and comment about how attractive he was boosted his mood until he realized he would be just fine without Louis.

Fuck him.

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"That was beautiful. Absolutely perfect. We might as well perform tonight!" Leeroy praised everyone, wiping his tears and clapping.

He was the only one clapping.

Everyone else didn't seem too enthused.

Sure, they all put on a good show and nobody ended up fighting, but everyone was ready to go home.

Zayn took a deep breath, hurrying off stage to calm his nerves.

"That was great." Niall smiled at Zayn, throwing his arms around him.

Zayn chuckled, giving him a one armed hug and a pat on the back with a shaky hand.

"Yeah, I didn't want to die as much this time." Zayn shrugged, putting his script in his bag after Niall let go of him, blushing.

"Ladies and gentlemen we have two more rehearsals then opening night, I want to see a performance just like today if not better!" Leeroy called out, strutting around with his clipboard like he usually did.

"Perfect today Zayn, I couldn't even tell you were nervous. You've really progressed in such a short amount of time, I can't wait to see you the night of the show." Leeroy said as he walked up.

Zayn smiled some, looking down at his feet.

Who knew cheating would bring him such joy?

Though, it wasn't really the cheating, more like the passing grades.

"And...thanks for doing this. I know you're only here for math but it means a lot to me. My goal is to get all sorts of people in here interested in performing, and you're like the cherry on top because I know you'd never normally do something like this." He smiled.

"Oh. Um, no problem I guess." Zayn said uncomfortably.

Leeroy smiled even wider, patting Zayn's shoulder. "Sorry to get all mushy on you, beautiful. Just...thanks." He said before he walked off.

Zayn cringed, looking at Niall, who shrugged with a smile.

"You still gonna quit?"

"You want me to do this, don't you?" Zayn asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I think you're a really good actor Zayn. Once you get up there and push your anxiety aside you really put on a good show. Plus, this will show up when colleges are looking at you. This along with a good math grade will increase your chances of getting in." Niall pointed out.

Zayn sighed. "I guess."

He had it all worked out, and just because some flamboyant director said thank you, his plan had gone to hell.

"You'll be fine. I believe in you." Niall smiled at him.

Zayn rolled his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

As he and Niall walked out of the school, Zayn couldn't ignore how sweaty his hands still were, and the fact that his hairline was a bit damp.

He felt gross.

Normally he was so fresh and so clean clean.

"Hey, I'll meet you in the car okay? I gotta use the bathroom real quick." Zayn said.

"Okay." Niall smiled, on cloud nine because Zayn was doing so well and seemed okay for once.

Zayn turned and went into the bathroom, freezing at the sight of Harry standing back against the wall crying.

"Oh, um, I'll go." He stammered, backing out.

"No, no I just-" Harry said quickly, trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

"I um, was just practicing my fake crying for the play. I usually have to pluck a hair or two to do it and that's not something you do in public, right?" Harry asked, his voice shaking.

"Just like crying over your boyfriend. People totally don't do that in public right?" He asked, breaking down that time.

He hid his face as he began to full on sob, and Zayn wasn't sure how to process what he was seeing right now.

Harry was always smiling, even seconds after claiming he was depressed and faking tears you'd see him smiling.

So what the hell was this?

He was fine during the show.

At least, Zayn thought he was.

He hadn't been paying much attention to Harry, he was too busy trying not to pass out.

"Uh, again, I'll just leave so-"

"Wait," Harry said, looking at him with pink tear stained cheeks and watery eyes.

Zayn stopped, looking at him.

He looked so awful compared to how Zayn always saw him.

"D-Do you have a hair tie by any chance?" Harry asked, shaking terribly.

"Um, no. I might have a rubber band somewhere. Why?" Zayn frowned.

This was too weird.

"I feel like I'm going to be sick and I don't want to get it in my h-hair." Harry sobbed, his whole body jerking with each uneven breath.

Holy shit this was like an alternate universe.

Zayn blinked few times. "Uh, um, l-let me look." He said, putting his bag down and opening it.

"Oh God." Harry cried out dramatically, pushing his way into one of the stalls.

"Wait! Wait I found it! It's broken but maybe you can make it work!" Zayn said, just then realizing he was telling someone to wait to throw up.

Zayn rushed into the stall, seeing it was too late to hand it to Harry, he was already gripping the toilet.

Zayn started to panic, not sure what to do.

He wanted to call someone but he felt like if he left Harry here he'd die somehow.

How did he even get wrapped up in all of this stress?

"Son of a bitch." Zayn said under his breath, sighing as he leaned down and pulled Harry's hair back just as he began to vomit.

Zayn made a face of disgust, keeping his hair held back for him as he practically puked his insides out.

"I can't," Harry croaked out, still shaking and crying.

"I can't breathe I'm-I'm going to-" He struggled to say, sitting back and slumping down onto the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Finally Zayn snapped out of his state of disgust and realized Harry was having an anxiety attack.

A real one.

"Hey, look at me." Zayn said, kneeling down in front of him and inching away from the toilet.

"I can't! I can't see anything and I can't breathe and I'm so tired!" Harry cried.

"It's," Harry paused to gulp, blinking rapidly. "It's so small here I feel like I'm choking, Zayn I'm choking I can't-"

"Look at me!" Zayn snapped.

Harry whimpered, breathing heavily and looking into Zayn's eyes.

Good Lord his breath was awful.

"Focus on my words okay? Watch my mouth and focus on my words and the way my voice sounds. Don't listen to what I'm saying, just hear me. Hear the tone of my voice." Zayn said calmly, holding Harry's shoulders now.

"I-I hear you." Harry stuttered, still shaking.

"Just keeping hearing my voice, and breathe with me. You're okay." Zayn said, taking a deep breath as an example.

Harry copied him, the two going back and forth until Harry could do it on his own.

Then Zayn went back to speaking to him, slowly letting go of him but keeping eye contact.

Zayn continued until it appeared that Harry calmed down, stopping with a quiet sigh and staring at him.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly, feeling so weak, and disgusting.

In the back of his head a little voice taunted him, reminding him that Zayn was the only one who had ever seen him like this.

It was as if he'd revealed half of his secret and valuable identity to a common stranger.

But Harry forced himself to shove those thoughts away.

"I-I don't know what just happened." Harry said weakly, feeling slightly scared.

His whole life was falling apart, all because of a phone call.

Zayn chuckled, shaking his head before looking into Harry's eyes.

"You just had an anxiety attack, Mr.perfect."

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A/N: Find out more about this phone call -Zaydrian x