You and Zayn had always hated each other, but unfortunately for the two of you, had grown up together. due to this, you both knew everything about each other, and you were the only person who knew about zayn and his family problems. he had told you a long long time ago when you weren’t ‘enemies’ as such, and after he told you, it was an unspoken rule to never tell anyone else, not even your own family. so you didn’t, you don’t know why, but you never told a soul. Now, you were both sixteen, in secondary school. It was a winters day, nearing Christmas. School ended in a few days, snow lightly covering the grounds. Everyone wore scarves, hats, gloves, coats. You were stood behind the school with a few of your mates, Niall, Louis, and Harry, smoking. You all wore your school uniform. You had a beanie on, as well as a hoodie. You had the hood pulled over the hat. With one hand shoved into the pocket of your hoodie over your uniform, you hold the cigarette in the other. Your eyes glance around the corner every few moments to look out for any teachers. You notice Zayn approaching, and groan. “For fucks sake.”