We will meet again

Chapter 22

Aly arrived at her hotel and checked in. It was still early in the afternoon but she was already tired. She decided to lay down for a nap and maybe head out for a walk later that evening. She had to clear the mess in her head and in her heart.

Meanwhile in Harry's house...

Harry wasn't going to accept defeat. He had to do something. Despite the fact that Aly specifically told him not to. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. Ten minutes later Liam was standing in Harry's kitchen.

After Harry told his friend what happened earlier Liam was left speechless.

He shook his head. "But you know we can't tell anybody that relationship isn't real. You know the rules Harry."

"I know. But we could try. I mean Zayn doesn't even know she's here. If they meet they'll have to talk."

"Are you sure Zayn won't just turn around and leave once he sees her? You know how that "relationship" is weighting down on him. You know how bad he wants to tell his family and friends it's all a lie. That's why he's avoiding everyone. Because he's afraid he won't be able to keep that secret from them. Its the same with Aly. Once they meet they will want to set things straight but they can't. They'll just hurt each other and you and I both know that won't end well for neither of them."

Liam sighed. "I know you care about Zayn. And I know you're very close to Aly. Anyone would consider themselves lucky if they had a friend like you Harry. But you can't change destiny."

Harry's eyes watered and he blinked a couple times. This battle wasn't lost yet. He would call Zayn. He would tell him everything. Harry hoped that he would listen. For now he just hoped that he would listen.

Liam shot Harry a sad look. "It is what it is Harry." He hugged his friend and left.

Five minutes later Harry got in his car and drove off. He needed to talk to Zayn. 

When he arrived at his place he briefly thought about turning around and leave. His gut feeling told him he shouldn't ring the door bell. But he did it anyway. A female figure with bleached blond hair opened the door.

"Perrie. I need to talk to Zayn."

"Hi Harry, come in. Zayn's in the shower, you can wait with me in the kitchen. I'm making popcorn."

"I'd rather wait here. I don't have much time and it's urgent. Please tell him to hurry up."

It was no big secret the boys couldn't stand her. They always said that they felt like she was sucking the life out of him. That Zayn neglected everything and everyone because of her. She knew about it but she tried her hardest to get along with them. After all she had orders to follow.

"Ok, I'll get him." she closed the door behind her.

Harry waited another ten minutes before Zayn opened the door and greeted his friend.

"Ah, there you are! Get it the car." he said while he climbed in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going Harry?"

"You'll see."

The car stopped in front of the hotel Aly was staying. "What are we doing here Harry?" Zayn asked slightly confused.

"Aly is staying here. On the 8th floor. Room 825."

Harry texted her earlier. He said he'd stop by and pick her up for dinner. Now he stood here with Zayn and he hoped to God the boy would just get out and walk up to her room.

"How do you know she's here?" Zayn was in the mood for some chitchat. Harry hoped Aly would be the one to explain it all to him.

"She texted me she would be coming here. That's how I know. We've been texting, skyping, calling her since the day we left LA after the video shoot."