Colour ☆ NARRY

xiv- meeting

"Harry?" I said quietly through the phone, sat alone in the living room.

"Yeah?"

"My flat mate, Zayn his name is, really wants to meet you." I told him, biting my lip and waiting for an answer.

"Cool alright. How's tomorrow?" He offered.

"Tomorrow's fine. Thank you, Harry."

"What for, love?"

Love. He called me love.

"I don't know. Just for being there, I guess. I heard him chuckle quietly before muttering a quiet: "No problem, love."

We said our goodbyes and hung up. I took a deep breath. Something like a phone call really shouldn't be so stressful.

Even though he didn't know it, Harry had done so much for me. He'd spoke to me, chose me out of the crowd. He'd showed me colour, something I had only yearned to see my whole life. But most of all, he'd been like an anchor, even though he had no idea.

I texted Zayn, telling him I'd arranged with Harry to meet tomorrow and then gone to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Tomorrow came quickly and before I knew it Zayn and I were exiting the apartment, ready to meet Harry for coffee at Costa.

The streets were busy, despite the fact that it was late Thursday morning. But, then again, London was always busy.

The tube ride to Embankment Station was short, too short. I always experienced intense nerves before meeting with Harry, but when I was with him, all worries vanished.

He was already there when we entered the coffee bean smelling shop. He was sitting at a table by the window, engrossed in a book, of course.

I practically skipped up to him, despite Zayn's strange look.

"Hi Harry." I greeted him quietly, but with a huge grin on my face. He put down his book, leaving it open and upside down on the table, saving his page.

"Hello," He addressed me in a cheery, almost teasing tone. Then he looked to Zayn, who I had completely forgotten existed.

"Oh!" I turned to Zayn who was looking at Harry. "Zayn this is my b-, my umm friend Harry. Harry this is my flat mate Zayn." I rushed through the last part, blushing hot.

Harry only snickered and fell into and easy conversation with Zayn who had sat down. I awkwardly slumped down, wanting to disappear as I sat quietly, not listening to a word they were saying, too focused on my own embarrassment.

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