Zayns POV:
Swinging open my fridge door, I grab a beer and place it on the counter top, before making my way over to the draw under the sink and grabbing out the bottle open.
Getting, the bottle open, I make my way over to the beer and pull it open. Just as I was about to take a mouthful of the beer, I heard that my phone was ringing in the living room.
Ugh!
Placing the beer back down on the counter, I made my way through to the living room and grabbed my still ringing phone of the small coffee table by the window.
Checking the caller ID, I noticed that it was Harry.
That's odd! Harry?! What was he doing ringing me at this time? Is it important?
I answer. "What's up?"
"Can you come over please?" He asks me, but before I could ask why he spoke again. "It's Courtney. She's really upset and said that the only person she wants to talk to is you."
Me? Why me? I know we have been speaking a lot lately, but now? This late? What could possibly be so important that she wants to talk to me?
"Alright, Haz. I understand. I'll be there in five." I tell Harry and then I hang up the phone.
I agree to going over Harry's and speaking to Courtney as she does need me and what friend would I be if I didn't go to her?
I hope Courtney's okay. Why would Harry be phoning me saying she needs me? I haven't spoken or seen her in a while. Why is she now requesting to speak to me, and apparently only me? What makes me so special?
I grab my phone, car keys and house keys and head out of my house and to my car. It's about a five to ten minute drive from mine to Harry's, depending on the traffic.
Wasting no time, I clambered into my car and started the ignition. The car reved and then I was already pulling out of my parking spot and down the road towards Harry's place.
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Courtneys POV:
"Courtney. Zayns on his way, I just rang him for you." Harry tells me, walking around the hallway.
I listened intently as Harry's feet made thudding sounds on the floor outside my bed room. The continuous beating sound of his foot meeting the floor as he paces back and forth.
I heard the front door bell ring and the sound of Harry disappearing down the stairs. Trying to make out what was being said between the two, I could barley make out the faint mumbling. After a few more back and forth of those two talking, it went silent and then foot steps were heard. Two peoples foot steps. They were making their way up the stairs.
There came a few knocks on my bedroom door.
"Hey Courtney, open up." This voice wasn't Harry's, however it spoke to me in the same tone format Harry had earlier.
Who is it? I recognise that voice. Is that... Zayn? It's Zayn!
"It's Zayn." He voiced my thoughts.
I raise myself off the the floor and place my hands on the cold door handle, debating whether or not to open the door to him. I know I said to Harry that I would talk to him, but that was just to get him off my back. Never did i actually think that he would get him over here and especially at this time.
I suppose that I should open the door to Zayn, he did come all the way here so late to see if I was okay. I guess it's the least I could do.
Slowly, I pulled down the door handle and dragged the door open towards me. Stood there before me, was Zayn and Harry.
