Reunion

Chapter 3

Harry's pov

I glance over at the door, hearing the small bell ding as it is pushed open. In walks zayn, a gust of wind from the door ruffling his dark black hair. He was clad in a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and converse. The usual. I quickly turned away, hoping he didn't see me but it was too late. Zayn continues to head towards me, ignoring the barista's greetings. I quickly get up, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor startling everyone in the coffee shop. I didn't care. I need to get out of here and fast. I wasn't going to allow myself to be played by him again, I'm worth more than this , I thought even though he looks so irresistible. He's like a candy bar or McDonalds when you're supposed to be dieting. A guilty pleasure through and through, irresistible even. Zayn continues to make his way towards me as I scramble to collect my journal and lucky pen. I quickly walked past Zayn, ignoring his voice as I slammed my shoulder into his. Zayn grabs my arm before I could make it out of reach, "Harry please wait.....". "Wait for what? For you to play me again? Not happening." I said as I continued to pull away from his grasp. He was too strong, I could never dominate him, not even during the one direction days. "Harry just let me explain, I never meant to hurt you! There's more to the story and I'm not ready to open up just yet. Could I give you my new number so we can talk later? I really don't want to lose you again", Zayn cried. "Lose me? Funny because you already have", I say as I roll my eyes. The nerve of this guy.... "And are you stalking me or something? Because I've never seen you in this coffee shop and I come here all of the time".

Zayn stared back at me with a defeated look on his face, relaxing his hand wrapped around my arm. The loss of warmth giving me goosebumps. I stared back into his hazel eyes, trying to resist falling for him all over again. It was like an endless cycle for him and me. Draining to say the least. This is the most we've talked in years and yet I can't wait for it to be over. I never thought this would be how our reunion would turn out. I thought it would be magical. I cuss him out for abandoning me and then it's happily ever after. This is definitely not that. Not in the slightest.

We break from each other's gaze at the sound of the coffee shop door being pushed open again. Jesus Christ, what's next.... Is Niall Horan going to walk in because I wouldn't be that surprised about that at this point. The second gust of wind brings in a sweet-smelling perfume to my nose as well as the coffee aromas which is amazing by the way, I'd recommend the hot vanilla latte with extra foam. My wittiness quickly blew away with the wind as I realized who was looking back at us, the long blonde hair confirming my suspicions... It was Gigi. "Babe, what's taking so long! Zahra is craving hot chocolate!" she exclaimed. Zahra? My eyes trailed down her body and landed on her stomach, the bump poking out under her shirt. A baby? Gigi was pregnant? I felt tears start to form under my eyelids, as I shifted my body towards Zayn, a shocked look gracing my face. "Gigi picked it" he says as he stares back at me. A small tear runs down my cheek landing on my lips. "Honey?"Gigi states. The confusion is evident. Zayn stares back at me, anxiety written all over his face. I begin to back away slowly, it's like Zayn is dead set on hurting me. I turn my body towards the door, in a haze of disbelief, walking to the door and not turning back. Ignoring Zayn's cries of my name.