the matchmakers

the fire

[ A/N : I am sorry if any info is wrong. Just point out, if any. ]

"It's July, right? Liam said so." I say, my gaze still fixed on the calendar. Hiral and Umme follow my gaze, eyes darting over the red marker cross across consecutive dates.

"Not just July," Hiral says "It's 14th July, 2013. According to this calendar, at least. You guys remember what happened today, right?"

"No." Umme says at the same time I say "Yes."

Hiral rolls her eyes, "I will tell you later, Ummi, right now we have to find Zayn."

The boys were watching television when we walk back into the living room, and Louis groans as soon as he sees us. "You guys still here? I thought you left!"

"Well, you clearly thought wrong." Hiral sasses, rolling her eyes and flipping her loooonnngggg hair over her shoulders diva style "We need to talk to Zayn."

Zayn looks surprised at this. Heck, they all do. After, he shares a look with the other boys he nods and follows us back into the kitchen. Where Umme takes out another snack to munch on.

Uff, Munchkin, I think to myself fondly.

"Let's not beat around the bush. Today is 14th July, 2013, na?" I say, and continue when I see him nod "We are in Chicago, that means. You guys have a concert today?"

Zayn nods again. Hiral continues, "Harry will almost walk into a fire, Zayn. You have to save him."

Zayn gasps. "What?"

"OH! Now I remember!" Umme exclaims "Harry throws a towel over his head for some reason —" "Typical Harry." we all mutter "—and almost walks into a fire. You have to save him, Zaynie poooo."

"Uh, um, okay." Zayn stammers, and I can see he is having some trouble believing us "But why me? Why didn't you tell this to any other boys? Or Harry himself?"

"Because," I say "You were the one who saved him. We can't change the past, Z."

"Now," Umme claps her hands together "What about some backstage passes?"

***

I was shocked that Zayn provided us three backstage passes, but let me tell you, I couldn't help but feel smug when Zayn spots Harry walking towards the fire with a towel over his head during the concert. Like we said.

I watch, almost pleased when Zayn runs towards him, pulling him away from the fire.

And I, Umme and Hiral can't help but high-five each other in the backstage, when Zayn throws a look over us, wide-eyed and still in disbelief.