With Your Love

Chapter 20

"Do you want anything to drink man? A beer maybe?" Harry asks this so called 'Zayn' after introducing us.

"Beer sounds good." And Harry disappears into the kitchen.

Zayn turns around looking at me before walking slowly over to me.

"Well, hello Victoria." The way he said my name made my heart beat faster.

"Hi."

"So, how have you been." He slowly passes around me.

"I've been fine. And you."

"Just perfect." He says, as he comes back around to face me. I take a step away from him as I heard Harry walk in with Zayn's beer.

"So, what brings you here man? It's been what, a year since I've seen you?" Harry says as he sits down on the sofa, Zayn sitting on one side and me on the other.

"Yeah man it seems so. I just wanted to visit some old friends and meet some new ones, if you know what I mean." He smirks.

"Oh I see. So hows that going for you?" Harry smiles.

"I've got my eyes on someone." His gaze shifts to me and I dismiss myself to get something to drink.

As I walk into the kitchen, I inhale deeply and close my eyes. This can not be happening. This is not real. The guy that's been practically stalking me for almost a month is sitting in my boyfriend's living room and they're friends?! This is crazy. I can still here them talking, but I hear Harry's voice get lower.

"So tell me about this girl you've got your eyes on." I could tell by the tone of his voice and his face that I could see as I peeked around the corner that he wanted deep details. The little perv.

"Well, she's got this long silky black hair that I just wanna pull on and these plum lips that I just wish so badly to be wrapped around my-" I run into the corner of the kitchen with my ears plugged with my fingers, in hopes to block out the disgusting words that poured out of his mouth.

How could Harry not notice who he was talking about? I finally made my glass of water and went back out into the living room.

"So, Tori. How long have you known my man Harry?" Zayn says. He leans back on the couch, tilting his bottle of beer to his lips.

"About a month?" I look at Harry and he shakes his head in confirmation as he pulls me onto his lap.

"That's good. I've been seeing my girl for about the same amount of time. Though we did have a thing going on before then that lasted for 2 years."

"Good to hear you're back together." Harry says from behind me.

"Well, we aren't exactly back together yet. I'm trying to give her time but, she'll come around, I'm positive she will."

"You sound so sure." I hear myself say. Why am I talking? I don't need to be saying anything. I should be waiting patiently til he finally decides to leave so I can spend the rest of my night and part of my morning with Harry, but here I am, talking up my stalker which will only make him stay longer. What is my problem?

"Well, we were together for 2 years. That's enough time to learn some things about someone and I know that she's a very forgiving person. Sometimes too forgiving for her own good." He looks at me in such a familiar way. I've seen that look before, but I can't remember who I've ever received it from.

"Oh." Was all I could say. I could feel a part of myself feel relieved. Relieved to know there some other girl in this equation that he was actually attempting to be with. Though I do feel bad that she probably doesn't know that her ex and maybe soon to be boyfriend again has been stalking me for weeks. And I'm shocked that I'm able to keep myself so composed during this situation. I guess I just want to wait til Zayn leaves so I finally freak. My stalker is my boyfriend's best mate. Sounds like a terrible book title. Too bad it's my life.

"Yeah. Well, I think I'll get going. Got a date at 7:00." I finally hear him say. He stands from his spot and I move to let Harry get up.

"Alright man, I'll see you around. Don't be a stranger."

"Okay. It was nice to meet you Tori." He grabs my hand and place a quick kiss on the back of it while Harry's not looking. I yank my hand from his and wipe it on my jeans.

They both walk outside on the porch and I can hear them talking about something, but I don't know what. I watch at Zayn steps into his black mustang and drives away as Harry closes the door.