Once Again

Belief

(Zayn's POV)

I finish cleaning up my tattooing tools and I put them inside my case when I hear the door jingle. I spoke my head around the wall to see who came in.

To my surprise I see Taylor walking quickly to the front counter. I walk out while wiping my hands off on a towel. "Hey babe." I say in a suprised tone.

I toss the rag in the garbage and she walks towards me and wraps me in a tight hug. I chuckle and hug her back. "Hey you alright Tay?" She doesn't speak for a minute and then she looks up in tears.

My face softens and I wipe her tears away. I look around and see that everyone is busy. I grab her hand and smile sadly. "Come on, let's go to the back."

I lead her to the break room and we sit down. I sit right next to her and she rests her head on my shoulder. "Zayn....Harry is not dead." My eyes widen. I look at her and she sits up.

"What do you mean he's not dead?" She looks at me in worry. "I saw him at the funeral....he was wearing a trench coat and a hat with sunglasses."

She explains quickly because she's freaking out. I sigh and shake my head. "That could be anybody." She looks at me in bewilderment. "No Zayn, it was Harry!"

I shush her and look around. "Look, how do you know it was him?" She frowns and then looks down. "He smiled at me." I look at her in a blank way. "Are you kidding me Taylor?, some guy smiled at you and you assume it's Harry?"

I scoff and she looks at me in disbelief, "it was!" I roll my eyes and shout, "no it wasn't!, you're just being paranoid!" She looks down sadly and nods, a million thoughts running through her mind.

I sigh and reach for her hand. She stands up and runs a hand through her hair. "Yeah you're right, I'm just being paranoid." I stand up and she walks out of the room.

I sigh and look down. "Fuck...wait!" I run after her and she wipes her eyes as she keeps walking. "No it's fine Zayn, if you don't believe me then whatever but I know it was him."

She looks at me hurt and I look at her sadly. "Taylor....you're greaving, it's understandable-" she looks at me in anger and shock. "What?!?, don't make excuses because you don't believe me!"

She punches my chest. "I known what I'm talking about Zayn!" I look around in embarrassment because people are staring to look at her like she's crazy.

She picks up on this and then chuckles to herself. "Wow. Now you're embarrassed to even be with me. I'll just leave then." I reach for her hand but she shoves it away and storms out getting into her car and speeding away nearly smashing into another car.

I stare off after her as she drives away. Fuck....I just don't understand how she could think Harry is alive, sure it's weird that he has a funeral when we left him in the woods and nobody was around but this is ridiculous.

I don't know why she is so hell bent on this, anyone could have been hunting and found him out there or something..

At first I believed her that something weird was going on but she never called so I assumed she was just paranoid.

I sigh and turn around seeing John crossing his arms and shaking his head. I hold my arms out defensively. "What?" He scoffs and gives me a stern look.

I look to the side and sigh. "I know." He looks at me and raises his eyebrows. "Do you?" I look at him in a way that says, 'I dare you to speak bitch'.

"Seriously Zayn...if she came here looking like that then-" I look at him in anger. "Looking like what?" He looks at me and sighs. "Zayn she looked truly scared...and you didn't seem to care."