Concealer- A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Concealer: Chapter 19.

HAY WATTPADERINOS!

HERE IZ AN UPDATE. IT LACKS QUALITY AND ITS PRETTY SHIAT BUT EITHER WAY ENJOOOYYY! oh & i think i forgot to mention, this is quite a few weeks after the Brian & Lisa incident :') xxxxxxxxxxx

+ Excuse my UBER long authors note at the end. I'm hyper and in a very chatty mood. SORREH.

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Zoella's POV

I felt my cheeks flush red.

Was he being serious? 

Or was the shameless flirt side of him coming out?

"probably option 2" I mumbled to myself.

"pardon?" Harry questioned as he stuck his hand in his pocket to pull out his car keys.

"nothing." I said as I felt my cheeks get redder. A smirk grew evident on his face.

"now, what do you wanna eat?"

"ermm, something light?" I asked rhetorically.

"sure... A cafe?"

"that'd be great" I smiled gratefully.

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I watched as the London scenery whizzed past. I saw a little girl trip over and scrape her knees, immediately her Dad jogged over, hoisted her up onto his shoulders and tickled her until she was giggling and squealing with delight. As we drove past heathrow airport, I saw a girl around my age getting out of the car and her Dad was getting all emotional and kept hugging her.

I felt salty liquid trail down my cheek. I kept my lips clamped together, willing myself not to cry.

I focused my thoughts on the greenery. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop a sniffle escaping.

"Zo.. You okay?" Harrys voice came from the other side of the car.

"hmmm. Yes fine." I replied unconvincingly.

"you don't sound fine."

"I'm fine."

"Zo..."

Well there's nothing like hearing someones sympathetic voice when you're feeling down.

"..well, If you need anything..I'm here."

"okay." I mumbled.

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We pulled up in front of a small cafe "Eau de food" I read aloud and mentally snorted.

"yes. I used to take the mick out of that name too but it's got some darn good food."

I snorted, for real this time.

Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. Instantly, my nostrils were overwhelmed by the scent of baking. "well now we know where the name comes from" I muttered to no one in particular.

The waitress ushered us over to a small round table in the corner. It had a crochet tablecloth with a stray white rose in the middle. It was a cute teashop that you'd see in an old English film.

I heard the door open and a cute old lady that resembled Elsie walked in.

"how are you mavis?" the woman behind the counter said.

"very well considering my age." the woman replied.

I giggled and averted my gaze back to Harry who was looking at me with an unreadable expression.