The Encounter |H.S|

42

The door of my office bursts open and Zayn walks inside, dragging a very confused Harry behind him as I furrow my eyebrows at the scene in front of me.

"I'm very glad to see you, Z," I mumble as he pushes Harry to sit down in one of the chairs in front of my desk and Zayn sits in the one next to Harry's with a disbelieving look.

"You never showed me your daughter and I am very offended with such an act." He asserts with an accusing finger pointing at me and I raise my eyebrows at his tone, trying my hardest not to laugh as he looks sternly at me.

"Well, I'm sorry if that offended you but when we had lunch back in Italy you told me you hate babies and proceeded to make fun of them, and I didn't exactly want you to do the same to Hazel," I explain, tilting my head as he scoffs and looks at Harry.

"You see that? You brainwashed her." Zayn accuses, causing Harry to furrow his eyebrows and press his lips together, a crease between his eyebrows while he stares at Zayn with confusion over his face.

"I didn't do anything, it's extremely reasonable why she didn't show you Hazel." Harry agrees, letting out a sigh as Zayn dramatically shakes his head, lifting his hand in a way to shut Harry up while pretending to be upset.

"It's okay, I understand, you don't like me."

"Zayn, it's not that," I laugh as he gets up with a loud and dramatic sigh, "okay then why don't you just come over to my house, then?"

"Will I have a free dinner?" He inquires with raised eyebrows, staring at me with seriousness washed over his features as I shrug.

"Sure, why not," I affirm, watching as he grins at me and pats my hair softly before flicking Harry off and striding away while singing something to himself.

Harry remains quiet as the door of my office closes after Zayn's exit, staring at me while I grab a folder that was in one of my drawers since yesterday evening. "I can still come over, right?"

"Of course, Harry." I look up at him, watching as he nods and lets his eyes scan the room before stopping in a specific place, a smirk forming on his lips as he gets up and strides towards a shelve I had near the small couch.

I frown as he grabs a frame with a grin on his lips, deciding to stand up and walk closer to him so I can take a closer look at what he's staring at. Once I'm by his side, he shows me the picture he's holding and I immediately let out a laugh as I remember finding that picture.

"Look at us, so young and unattractive." I hum, hearing him scoff next to me in a way to tell me I'm completely wrong before shaking his head.

"Speak for yourself, I look good."

It's a picture of us at the school prom, both of us looking awkwardly at the camera with forced smiles and noticeable tense postures, Harry's hand resting on my shoulder while mine is on his back.

"We look awful, Harry." I chuckle, watching as he puts it in its place before grabbing a different one with a large grin on his lips while showing me a different one.

This one is a group photo, my old friend group consisted of Louis, Niall, a girl named Tessa and, eventually, Harry. In this picture, we're all sitting on the sand at some random beach at night but I know why Harry found it funny.

While everyone was smiling at the camera, Louis managing to look very very drunk, and all holding a bottle of beer in their hands, me and Harry were both glaring at each other, both with crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows while everyone else ignored us.

"Nice way to ruin a picture," He teases playfully, bringing the picture closer to his eyes before tilting his head, "I think we had sex in that tent."