thirteen // h.s

wrong

Lately Harry's been, well, nobody knows how Harry's been because he only comes out of his hotel room for shows and interviews. Not only has the departure of Zayn from the band left everyone a little broken for the time being, Harry can't stop thinking about the young girl he met in Australia. Rose Cole.

Harry has been beating himself up about the fact that he may have a little tiny crush on Rose because she is fourteen! It's illegal and wrong in so many ways but Harry can't help think of her every second he has free.

The boys, they are terribly worried about Harry because the last time someone acted like this. It was Zayn, right before he told them he was going to leave the band.

So with many protests and groans and 'leave me alone' 's the boys dragged harry out of hiding to talk to him. Because they can't deal with him leaving too.

"Harry, um, we know that you've been upset lately and we don't know why but we want you to know we are here for you. Please, please know we are here for you, just-" Niall started. His voice breaking a little towards the end, snapping Harry out of his daze and realising his friends were truly worried about him and why.

Liam looked at Niall while Louis patted his back, Harry looked over them and realised that without Zayn here it just didn't feel right. Zayn always knew what to do. What to say. How to handle things.

That's how they knew that Zayn leaving was the right decision. Zayn wouldn't have gone if he wasn't one hundred percent sure he was doing the right thing, for himself and everyone around him.

Then Harry knew what to do.

"Look lads, I'm not leaving. I will never leave you. I wouldn't dream of it, ever. You don't need to worry. I just have some things going on at the moment with uh family. I'll be okay." Harry smiled.

They boys knew Harry didn't have family problems and Harry knew they knew but it didn't matter

If Harry was struggling about knowing what to do about Rose, he knew someone who would know.

Zayn.

*****

Harry sat on the edge of the bed hovering his finger over the top of his contact.

"It'll be okay, I'll be okay." He whispered to himself. Trying to work up the courage of calling Zayn for the first time since he left the band.

And then before he could put it off any longer he tapped Zayn's contact and it was ringing.

Zayn answered on the fourth ring, with a smile on his face when he saw the name.

"Harry, mate."

Harry breathed out a laugh. Kind of over whelmed with hearing Zayn's voice after everything that happened.

"Zayn." He smiled. Zayn started pacing his house. Something he does when he has a phone call he's excited about.

"What can I do for you buddy, it's great to hear you voice." Zayn said. For a moment he forgot about everything, he felt like he was just talking to Haz about the upcoming tour or something. Then he remembered.

"I have a problem."

And Harry said it with such seriousness and Zayn could detect fear laced in his voice. Then Zayn actually did forget about his problems.

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"It doesn't matter Harry. Love it doesn't have an age. It doesn't matter what the world thinks. Only what you do. It doesn't matter if you don't love her. You could one day. Don't let that possibility be diminished." Zayn stressed. As soon as Harry told him his issue he knew what he had to say. He knew he had to make sure Harry wasn't going to give up his potentially happiness because he feared judgement. And even though Harry would have to keep it on the down low Zayn had learned on his break that happiness is all someone needs and it should never be underestimated.

"It's so wrong though Zayn, so wrong."

"It doesn't matter Harry. What matters is that when you see her and smile because she's so beautiful and perfect. What matters is laughing with her late at night about things you did that day. What matters is realising how deep you are in." Zayn whispered towards the end.

"Is that how Perrie makes you feel?"

"Yeah." Harry could hear the smile in his voice.

"I don't know anything about her." Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek. He felt so conflicted.

"Then go find out."

And then Harry knew he had too find her and tell her how he felt. Because Zayn always knew what to do.

"I miss you Zayn, we all do."

" I miss you all so much too, Harry, I really do."

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We miss you Zayn