Don't Forget (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Zayn’s POV

I sat down in my car, watching Lara, Niall, and the curly-haired guy having fun on a picnic blanket on the sand. I can tell Lara is speaking out her inside jokes, the curls listening to her, and there’s Niall, eating as usual. He had a mouthful of potato chips as he speaks.

I wished I can see the man’s face, but I just can’t because all I see is his back. His dark curls and yellow cardigan are all I see, but I can’t see his eyes, from the side even.

I sat there for some time, in like ten minutes I got bored, so I pulled out a box of cigar and light one up.

Is Lara still smoking? I made her try once, but I told her to do it once and once only.

*Flashback*

In the quiet neighborhood, crickets were chirping. The breeze made the trees rustle, until loud running footsteps and laughing echoed around from Lara and my mouth. And plus, Mr. Horan was chasing after us.

“Zayn and Lara, you two stop right there!” He called out as he stopped to catch his breath.

“Aren’t you feeling pitiful of your dad?” I asked.

“No, not at all. He doesn’t want me to be happy with you; I won’t let him be happy, too.” Lara replied.

We continued running, until we realized that his dad wasn’t around anymore.

“Let’s stop.” I say.

“Yeah, I need to breathe for a moment.”

I got a bottle of water from my bag, and handed it over to her.

“What else haven’t you done in your life?” I ask.

“Um, I never had a drink my whole life and I haven’t smoked.”

“You seriously want to smoke?”

“Yeah, sure.” She answered, and we started walking to my flat.

*End of flashback*

I got my mind back in my head, and continued looking at them, until I realized they were gone.

“Shit.” I cursed, and stepped out of the car and locked it. I wonder where they could’ve gone.

I threw my burnt out cigarette butt on the floor and lit up another one. (A/N: Picture on sideeee yay! :D)

“Stop!” A familiar voice rang into my head. My instincts attacked me, so I ran towards the origin of the call.

And I, as I expected, ended up hiding from Lara being carried by the curly guy. And about time I see the guys face.

He has dimples on both sides of his cheeks as he smiled, and emerald green eyes were looking at Lara’s hazel brown ones. I can see they’re too in love with each other to notice me looking at them, but I know they’re too immature to express or even say it.

I noticed Niall was looking at them, back faced at me. That’s a good thing, because he was only three yards away from me. I took a step back, and then I leant on the wall to hide from them.

There, I found myself smiling, to see Lara again. Who would’ve thought I’d see her here in England?

They think they could hide her from me? I know every dream of Lara, and the place she wants to go last is in England.

“Guys, stop.” Niall insisted, again with a mouthful of chips. Does he even get tired of eating?

“Harry, Niall’s right. We must go now. Who knows, Zayn may be hiding on the back of the wall right now.” Lara said.