therapy [h.s.]

Seven

"I don't see why you're crying. It was kind of a predictable ending."

"Are you joking?" I asked, wiping my nose with a tissue. "You expected Augustus to die?"

"Eh, I saw it coming. And I don't see why every girl swoons over him, he's not even that attractive." I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say Harry. I'm going up to bed."

"I'll walk you."

I slowly walked up the stairs with Harry close behind. I couldn't help but have a warm, fuzzy feeling inside because of his overall personality. He was such a gentleman, and an incredibly handsome one at that. I walked into the overly bright room I was staying in and sat on the bed. Harry watched me as he leaned in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

"You tired?" He questioned.

"Extremely."

"Well I suppose I'll leave you be. Goodnight Emma."

I smiled softly at him as he began to turn around. Suddenly, a sound was heard from downstairs, making me to jump.

"That's the door. I'll go get it, you stay here," he told me.

"I'm coming," I said, straightforwardly. He sighed, and I followed him down the stairs. I watched Harry's every move, from approaching the door, to the way he simply turned the handle. I looked up, my eyes meeting a familiar pair of brown ones.

"Zayn?" Harry and I said in unison. He at me in confusion, and then looked back at his unexpected guest.

"Little Emma Steven? Is that you?" Zayn stepped inside, seemingly ignoring Harry's presence completely.

"Yes," I said shyly. He smiled broadly before engulfing me in a warm hug. Harry closed the door, and stood awkwardly behind us. Zayn pulled away from me, his arms still resting around my shoulders.

"Hey it's good to see you as well mate." Zayn chuckled lightly, patting Harry on the back with his free hand.

"You too," Harry said, his features unreadable.

"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure my parents told me you had died or something." He laughed again, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

Zayn had lived in the house across from me for as long as I could remember. That is, until he had mysteriously disappeared one day, and me moving to London a while after. Zayn was one of the few people that I thoroughly enjoyed being around. He was funny and approachable, not to mention I had a major crush on him. Despite him being quite a few years older than me, we got along well.

"Well I think it's safe to say I'm not dead. I'm just in need of a place to stay, and I was hoping my buddy Harry here could help me out?" He looked towards Harry, a hopeful look on his face.

"Um yea sure, stay as long as you need."

"Ah, I knew I could count on you." Zayn walked over to Harry, now placing his arm around him as we all gravitated towards the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything?" Harry asked politely, seeming a little rigid.

"You got coffee mate? I'm just really in the mood for it right now."

Harry nodded, putting on a pot of coffee without saying another word.

"Well look at you! I haven't seen you in years. You've grown so much Emma." I shifted, feeling uncomfortable under Zayn's gaze. I laughed nervously.

"Uh yea it's been a while. If you don't mind me asking, how do you two know each other?" I asked, looking between the two men.

"It's a funny story actually. We met a music class in some guy's house. Isn't that right Harry?"

"Yep," he said, quietly, eyes glued to the floor.

"You're into music?" I asked Zayn.

"Yea, I guess. But Harry, he can sing. He's got the voice of an angel. He won't admit it though, too humble."

I looked to Harry, but he was too busy pouring the coffee into cups to look at me. He handed one to Zayn, and slowly locked eyes with me.

"Want some?"

"Sure." I took the warm mug into my hands, inhaling the scent slowly. My parents had never allowed me to have coffee before, but that wouldn't apply now. I gulped down the scorching liquid as Harry began to speak again.

"How do you two know each other?" Harry finally asked.

"Zayn used to live across from me back in Bradford." Harry nodded, eyeing Zayn who was still standing dangerously close to me.

The feeling in the air made me uneasy as we all stood in silence.

"I'm getting sleepy. I'm going to go up to bed," I told them.

"Are you sure Emma? We barely got to catch up," Zayn said, a small frown on his face.

"Uh yea sorry. We can talk tomorrow," I offered. At this, he smiled

"Sounds great."

"Okay, goodnight." I began to walk toward the stairs.

"Goodnight Emma," Harry said, a solemn look still on his face.

I took the steps two at a time, wanting to escape the uneasy atmosphere as quickly as I could. I climbed into bed, pulling the covers over my body. My breathing was heavy from going up the stairs too quickly, but it died down, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Tonight had been quite eventful, for me at least, and I had a feeling I'd have trouble sleeping.

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hi I'm back! Sorry I haven't updated this forever, but I do want to continue it, even if it does take me 10000 years. I hope you're still enjoying the story, and don't forget to vote and comment! thank you xx

- Maddie