Pause. Rewind. Play. (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Movie Night

Ari's P.O.V:

I'm surprised when I see I get a text from "Hazza the Great" later that night. I smile before opening the message.

Hey it's the great Hazza :D Are you free tomorrow night? The guys and I are having a movie night and I thought I'd invite someone. You up for it? x

I bite my lip before replying.

Sounds good to me. Give me the address and time and I'll be over. By the way I love the name you put in my phone haha

I feel comfortable talking with Harry. I've only known him for two days and he's already asking me to go over to watch a movie. A date? No, the other guys will be there, so of course it's not a date. Wait, the other guys. Zayn.

My eyes widen. I'll have to meet Zayn again. Shit.

He knows what I look like, no doubt he'll recognize me. I can't bear to see him again. It was hard the first time, and I planned never to see him again. Now a second time? I don't think my heart can take much more. It's too late now, I already told Harry I'd be coming. I sigh.

I don't understand my feelings for Harry yet. He is a sweet guy, and there's something about him that I like. I hope he isn't just messing with me.

I truthfully consider this to be a date, even though it's also with his other band mates. Forget Zayn, I'll just ignore him. It won't be easy, but I'll have to cope. How bad can it be?

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The next night, I'm on my way to the Berksley Hotel. It isn't far from my apartment, so I easily walk there with no inconvenience. The hotel is very big and fancy; five stars. It's the hotel with the fresh clean floors that you can see your reflection in and posh restaurants that cost hundreds of dollars to eat at. I've never been inside, and didn't ever want to. It's too overrated for my taste.

I already see Harry waiting in the lobby, waiting for me. Even from under the hoodie and sunglasses, I can tell him apart from the bustling of inside. There are dozens of staff members inside, rushing this way and that, making Berksley Hotel the five stars it deserves.

Lots of fans are outside, holding signs and things to give the members of One Direction. I walk up to the doors and security immediately opens them for me. I don't know how they know to let me in, Harry probably told them to do so. I walk to the hooded figure, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around and smiles big. Dimples; yup, it's Harry.

"Hey," he says, wrapping me in a hug. I return it.

"Hi." I say, letting go.

"Ready to go?" He says, holding out an arm, I nod, taking his arm. We make our way to the elevators and I stiffen. Harry doesn't notice and walks inside, pulling me along. I gulp as the doors close. We start moving up and I keep my eyes directed on the number at the top, waiting for it to hit the top floor. "You look great."

"Thank you," I say. I wear a sleeveless navy blue blouse that's tucked into my dark blue skinny jeans and black wedges. To top it off, I put on a pair of silver hoops and a long heart necklace. I keep my dark blue clutch with me that contains my phone and wallet. I don't wear much make up; just concealer and lip gloss.

"I can't wait for you to meet the lads personally, you'll love them," he says. I barely hears what he says as I hear the ding of the elevator and the doors finally open. Walking out, I sigh in relief.

"Yeah, I bet I will," I mutter. I think about Zayn again and gulp. With each step we take closer to the room, I feel my heartbeat getting louder. When Harry puts the card key in the door, it clicks open and he opens it for me. We walk inside and I gape.