Breathe {Zayn Malik}

Chapter 8: Where's Waldo: Leprechaun Edition

I just got back from the store where I saw my friends :P Awe, poor poor, Staff. They don't like 'annoying kids who think they own the world' as they called us.. Anyway, let us get on with it!

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"Sure thing, Malik." I said, only using his last name. I left the room in search of Niall.

"Niall?" I called out, not seeing him anywhere upstairs. I descended the modern sleek stairs quickly, holding on to the rail to prevent myself from any accidents.

"Harry, Grab the potatoes!" Louis yelled, his voice echoing throughout the flat as I stepped off of the last stair.

"I'm not helping you in this, Louis." Harry said, walking out of the kitchen and turning to me.

"Seen Niall?" I asked him, and he looked at the ceiling in thought.

"Check the kitchen," He advised, and sat down on the couch. I began to walk towards the doorway to the kitchen.

"Wait," He commanded, making me turn around. I looked at him, his soft green eyes making me want to tell him anything. He smiled a bit, showing his deep dimples. Harry gave of a nice, friendly, welcoming vibe, whereas Zayn gave a cold, vain, disconnected one. I wondered how the two were friends, they were totally opposite.

I had always heard rumors of Harry being a cold playboy that had one night stands regularly, and until now I believed that and it repulsed me. The media had a terrible false image of him.

"I know you and Zayn are faking," He admitted, making me rub my neck nervously and causing my eyes to dart frantically around the room, avoiding his gaze.

"How?" Was all I could ask when I finally looked back at him.

He leaned forward towards me dramatically, with a completely serious look on his face. "I'm Psychic."

I gasped, Knowing he was lying, yet somewhat believing him. He sensed my freaked-out-ness, and deeply chuckled, his head thrown back and chest vibrating.

"You're so gullible," He shook his head. " I'm lying, Love." I sighed, and narrowed my eyes.

"Really, I heard you guys agreeing to fake. The other boys didn't, though." He said, leaning back into the couch. "And I wont tell them, Under one circumstance."

"What?" I asked him.

"You really try." What did he mean 'really try'?

"Try?" I repeated his words questionably.

"Zayn would never say it, but he's lonely. He really values relationships, and Perrie tore him to shreds. He needs someone, Luna. He's not as bad as you think, He's just like Louis, only hard to crack. Under that tough exterior is a truly wonderful guy. I don't think he asked you out only for cover up like purposes, I think he just wants somebody. I will not tell the other boys if you'll actually try with Zayn. Try to make whatever is going on between you real." He explained. Actually have a relationship with Zayn? It wouldn't be that bad to have someone, even if it would be temporary. Even if it was Zayn.

"I'll try," I promised Harry, making him grin.

"Good, Because His happiness means a lot to me, Luna. He really does need someone, and I think you need someone also." He said, my eyes not leaving his.

"How do you know I'm not taken?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm psychic, remember?" I glared at him, causing him to chuckle.

"Really, Harry?" I asked, not seeing how that was really necessary.

"Niall told me." He admitted, and I un-crossed my arms.