𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

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THERE WERE TIMES WHEN estella felt like her life held only false assumptions of what was real and what was just a figment of her imagination. As she stood here next to the man she adored, her eyes suddenly weren't focused on him. They didn't have that gleam they held only a few minutes ago. They didn't dilate or twinkle with the pure fascination she had for Harry. No, they only focused on a man she truly hated, showing nothing but anger and discomfort. The glare she gave Zayn was dark and emotionless. It still froze her, unable to speak, unable to comprehend what was going on. Why was he here? Harry somewhat knew of the look on her face, and when he turned his attention to his former best friend, he had no idea how to react first. Whether he should be surprised or just as angry.

"Zayn? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I-"

"I could ask the same question." Estella built up the courage to say. Harry was clueless about what was going on. ​Did she know him too?

"Just in town for a business trip, I didn't know you still lived in New York."

"I'm sorry." Harry had to interrupt, getting the vibe that something was wrong and keeping her behind him
for safety reasons. "How do you two know each other?"

Estella sighed, hands slightly shaking as she turned her face away from Zayn's, not wanting to look at him anymore. "T-this is my ex-husband."

Harry looked at her, jaw clenched in anger, not believing what she told him. There was a mixture of confusion on how Zayn had been married to Estella, or married at all, without him knowing. He couldn't believe that his best friend, the one who's barely kept in contact with him for some particular reason was the one who cheated on the girl he had been with now. He couldn't process the thought of them being together, that Zayn didn't bother to let him know that he was married for 3 years, or inform him of why he stopped talking to him for so long so suddenly. Never had he ever felt so betrayed by a friend, and Zayn most definitely did the job. And that's when he snapped.

"You're the one who cheated on her?!" Harry began. "I never even knew you were fucking married! You didn't tell any of us at all. What the fuck are you doing? Where have you been after all this time? You drop contact with me and now I find you here and suddenly I hear that you were married and cheated on your fucking wife?!" Harry raised his voice intentionally to make Zayn know that he was furious. Estella stopped him by laying her hand over his mouth, knowing he was causing attention.

"Calm down." She whispered to him, but he ignored and shook his head, moving her hand away from his mouth. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Zayn and Harry had been best friends-former, that is. It made little sense. The world couldn't have been this small. Or maybe it was just fate. Yeah, right. ​Fate​.

Zayn had been his best friend since teenage days, and he meant the world to Harry. He was there for him, even in his darkest times. He knew more about him than he knew himself, and that said something. He knew all his secrets and he was there to protect him through thick and thin. He could always count on him for anything, but then he disappeared, not giving Harry a clue to where he was going or why. He just left.

"Okay, just let me explain-"

"Oh,​ please do," Estella whipped her head around, saying this sarcastically. "Do we really need to hear more of your explanations? Of your excuses? I sure as hell don't. I didn't before, why now?"

Zayn sighed. "I know, Estella. And I'm deeply sorry about that, so fucking sorry-"

"Yeah, like that's not a bitch ass lie," Harry muttered under his breath. Estella scoffed, completely agreeing with him on that.