Betrayed [h.s.]

Chapter Two

"What do you want to know?" I blurted once I sat down at the table, across from Harry.

"A little early to be discussing this, love. Don't you think?"

"Cut the crap." I snap. "And don't call me love."

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He mumbles and pulls out a laptop from his bag.

I roll my eyes and wait for him to say something. He opens his mouth, but the waitress comes to our table and beats him to it.

"What would you like to order?" she asks looking at Harry, then me, then back at Harry.

"I'll have a coffee and two pancakes with syrup on the side, please." I say and she jots it down onto her little notepad.

"I'll just have a coffee, babe." He says, making her blush. She walks away confidently and disappears to the back of the cafe. Not long after, our food is settled onto the table.

"Are you sexually active?" He asks once the waitress leaves the table.

I choke on my coffee and spit it back into my mug. "Excuse me." I laugh a little, thinking I must've heard wrong.

"Are you sexually active?" He repeats.

My jaw drops and my eyes widen. I look around to see if anyone heard, thank god no one did. I pull a napkin from the container and wipe the coffee off my mouth.

"What does this have to do with Zayn?"

"Well, are you?" He pushes, ignoring my question.

I lean back into my chair with my arms crossed and my face falls a little, squeezing the napkin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.. Let me get this straight, you've been with him for five and a half years and you two haven't fucked?" he says loudly.

Okay, I'm done here.

I throw the napkin to the plate and stand up to leave, but he wraps his hand around my wrist, ceasing my actions.

"Oh, c'mon I'm just kidding." he laughs.

I gave him a disgusted look before jerking my hand away and storming out of the cafe. How could he be so rude and say that to me? In front of everyone! He knows that Zayn is.. gone and he doesn't have to remind me that we haven't done anything. Zayn always had a thing for abstinence and I respected that. So what if we haven't had sex? That is none of Harry's business and frankly, I don't like to have my sex life displayed in front of the world.

I get into my car and head down to my office. Yesterday I didn't get too much work done because of Harry's little detective scene, so today I'll have to make up for it. When I reach my office I close the door and get right to work. Today is just me and my manuscripts and no one else.

***

After four manuscripts finished, I finally get to go home.

"Oh, Nicole." Ana shouts.

I turn around to face her.

"Someone left this for you.. I think it was that man who showed up yesterday."

I take a small, folded up paper from her hand and stick it into my pocket.

"Thank you." I say and nod my head.

On the way to my car, I open the paper and it reads:

'Nicole, I am very sorry about what happened today. I feel like a total ass. Let me make it up to you. Meet me at the cafe after you finish work. -Harry xx'