Yellow.

thirty six.

By your side- Sade [Listen to it, its a jam].

A/N- on the issue of sexuality mentioned in this chapter, it is OK to be undefined and opened to whatever you like. Sexuality is fluid as hell, trust me sometimes I cry over Samira Wiley/Laura Prepon then groan to Harry Styles/Chris Evans. So you see a person can be open and ready to enjoy whatever comes their way, don't slap labels on people for your own fun and don't feel you need to fit into a label. Life is meant to be lived so please do that to your fullest, now read xx.

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It is evening.

Harry and Iman are alone, and basking in comfortable silence. Both are sat on the sofa next to the opened windows, Harry is curled up and resting his head on her legs. Iman is delicately stroking his hair and humming to a calming tune, just to ease up the moment. It has been a bit awkward and odd after Linda was excused, and Iman knows Harry surely has a lot to get off his chest.

"Hey, you okay?" her voice is laced with love and protection.

"Mmmhmmn," Harry hums, keeping his eyes closed and enjoying the comfort.

"Do you want some water?" Iman asks, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

"No," he mumbles, quietly.

"Water helps in staying calmer love," she smiles, appreciating his side profile.

The rosy colour of his cheeks is admirable, matching with the soft tone of his lips and eyes. He is beautiful to stare at, simply beautiful and each glance makes her heart skip multiple beats. This is a great way to stare at him without making him uncomfortable, because he does not really know. The loosely curled hair dances down the side of his face, softening up his edges and somehow increasing the beauty possessed by him.

It cannot be too early to be in love with this man, Iman thinks to herself. If you can hate a person in one beat, then there is no protocol in falling in love. The warmth in their proximity increases her feelings for him, and all she wants to do right now is hold him close, leave warm kisses along his forehead and let him know every single thing is fine.

"And...and Iman...Iman helps H-Harry in staying calmer, so win-win," Harry giggles, trying to lighten up.

"Smooth, very smooth hmn," Iman hums, pushing his hair sideways.

There's another knock on the door and Harry tenses up, shutting his eyes in anxiety and curling up more on the sofa. Iman sighs, frowning a bit and wondering who could be with. The knock is rushed and rather annoying. It could be Niall or anyone but Linda. Besides, she would not return in less than two hours after leaving.

"Hey babe, relax, will you?" she sighs, staring at him.

"I will get the door. Just relax and know nobody can hurt you, it was just a misunderstanding and that happens a lot," Iman adds, shifting and getting up from the sofa.

Harry groans a little, biting down his lip and staying still. The pressure from having an argument with Linda is washing off, but he is simply trying to be careful. Only god knows the last time he had a severe argument with someone.

Iman walks over to the main door, pushing her hair back and picking on the cracked giggle dimly echoing through the wooden door. It makes her quirk an eyebrow with a smile before deciding to open the door. And to her luck, her second suspicions are correct but with a little shock to it. The two completely different guys with funny similarities are standing at the door, one is popping a gum into his mouth to fight the cigarette smell and the other, well the other is turning in a circle with a giggle.