𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter thirty three

Harry

I propped my head up on my palms, my eyes fluttering closed every now and then. We had stayed out late night working and I barely got any sleep. Perhaps it could've been because I also hadn't slept the night before any neither. The talk I had with Zayn was emotionally draining, and honestly how could I sleep after that? It was the only thing on my mind, it was so surreal and I was afraid to fall asleep thinking I'd wake up and it'd all be a dream.

It was still fresh in my mind and I was still processing it all. Just the fact that I been so close to him, only centimeters away and that I had touched him, held his hand as I witnessed a very intimate emotional moment with him. It was all overwhelming and energy draining. I kept everything subtle around the guys, I didn't want them to know something was going on. As nosey as they are I'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet. I'm thankful for that, because I honestly don't want them involved anyway. I had a slight idea of how they'd react to me willingly agreeing to meet with Zayn.

They see him as the ex best friend who abandoned them and the criminal who grew to be our arch enemy. I don't ben think they'd give him the time of day to explain himself. But Zayn and I'd history goes deeper than that. Every fiber in my body had told me just hear him out and go from there. And I couldn't say that I regret it, because I didn't. I actually felt at ease knowing the actual problem and having an image of what really happened instead of being in total darkness about it. It put my mind at ease, it felt like a weigh lifting off my shoulders.

It's all I ever wanted in the first place. The truth.

I blink rapidly attempting to keep my eyes open. I could hear the faint chatter of my friends around me talking about something but I couldn't quite make out the words. The coffee sitting in front of me was not helping at all. If my arm gave out from underneath my head I'd crash right into my coffee and probably drown in my own cup if no one was around me. My arm started to shake as it got weaker and weaker as my head got heavier and harder to support. I felt myself start to fall, but before I could, someone tapped me. I sat up so fast I nearly got whiplash.

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?" Liam asked, frowning at me. I sit up straight, rubbing my eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.

"Nothing, why would you think that?" I asked, my voice very raspy. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Well, you look like you'd rather be anywhere else but here. You haven't touched your coffee in a while and I'm pretty sure it's cold by now, and instead of engaging in actual conversation, you're about to take a nap." Liam explains. I sigh once again, pushing a strand of hair back that had escaped from my pony tail.

"I don't know Li, I'm just tired."

"Why?" He asked. I furrow my eyebrow.

"Because, I'm human and I'm allowed to be tired after being out late doing work." I explain as if it were the most obvious thing. Then I call for the waitress to come back over, ordering another coffee, a coffee that I actually plan on drinking this time.

"Yeah Li, not everyone has unlimited energy like you," Louis comments. "Except for Niall during sex."

Niall punches Louis in the ribs, "Shut up." He hisses. Louis groans and holds his now sore rib cage, looking over at me.

"I forgot to mention he likes it rough." More hits were delivered to Louis and I couldn't help but giggle asI watched the two bicker, Niall with flaming red cheeks and I couldn't tell if it were from anger or embarrassment, maybe both of you ask me. It was always a lovely sight to watch them interact. They were so in love it made my eyes become sore from watching them sometimes. I almost felt envious of them sometimes. That was true love at its finest. I had Liam of course, but we weren't exactly in love like they were. Well, he's always telling me he loves me but I have yet to say it back to him yet. I liked Liam a lot, but I didn't know if I exactly loved him. It would just take some more time.

The waitress comes back with my very sweetened coffee and sets it on the table. I thank her and she smiles before walking off. I blow it some before taking a sip. I look over to see Liam looking slightly grumpy as he spreads cream cheese over his bagel. I lean over to press a few brief kisses against his cheek in attempt to cheer him up. He was probably a little irritable because of my lack of participation in quality time. He usually got that way but not often. I felt bad because I realize I probably make our quality time seem pointless to him and I didn't want that. I just couldn't help but get distracted sometimes, and it wasn't even that I was distracted at the moment, I was just really tired from the lack of sleep.

"You okay?" I asked quietly in Liam's ear.

"Yes, I'm fine sweetie." He replies, smiling at me before looking back down at his bagel and picking it up. I still hear a little irritation in his voice, so I sigh and lean my back against the seat. I pick up my coffee, taking another sip of the creamy goodness, my eyes subconsciously shifting around. I peek outside, keeping the cup up to my lips when my eyes come across something. Or better yet, someone. I start to lower my cup as I look out the window at a familiar figure dressed in black, standing leant up against a car that was parallel parked across the street. He was already gazing at me when I found his eyes.

I wondered for a second how long he had been standing there just watching me. I can't really see his facial expression because again, he has it covered up, but once he sees that I notice him there he slowly brings his hand up to wave at me. I rise my hand up slowly, waving back at him. My heart was racing slightly over the fact that Zayn was actually just casually watching me like it was nothing. How did he even know I was here? As weird as that was, it was the last thing I was thinking about. We stare at one another for what seemed like forever before I was interrupted.

"Harry? Who are you waving at?" Niall asks. Everyone looks in the direction I was trying to figure out who. I look back over to where Zayn once stood to see him gone. He was quick, but at least the guys didn't see him. Although they do look back over to me in confusion causing me to blush slightly.

"I... I thought I saw someone, but it wasn't who I expected." I say. They give me a look before shrugging and going back to whatever it was they were talking about. I sigh, running a hand through my hair, gazing back out the window.

I had a feeling I was going to be seeing him a lot.

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