Kina finds herself involved in a prohibited romance that her best friend disapproves of. Dealing with a dysfunctional family and Harry..a man struggling with his mental health. But someone she knows is capable of living his life happily rather than...
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Harry
It's Sunday and Zayn and I are currently listening to some music in my car as I drive us towards the beach. I had asked him this morning if he was down to come and here he is jamming to Elvis Presley, eyes closed as he rests his head on the head rest of the seat.
Love Me Tender must be the song to truly make him get in his feels.
"Bro I miss her.." he mumbles and I look at him confused. Trying not to laugh as he wipes 'tears' away.
"Who?"
"Who else?!" He lifts his head, a judgemental look on his face. Offended that I don't know who he is talking about.
"Well I haven't been in your life for years so how the fuck am I meant to know?"
He pauses for a moment, deep in thought before he chuckles and slumps his head back on the head rest. "Oh yeah true."
"Yeah. So who are you talking about?"
He smirks at me now. "Your mother."
"Shut the fuck up, Zayn" I roll my eyes before focusing on the directions my phone speaks to me from my lap.
"No, for real." He says, trying to act serious and I shake my head. Trying not to laugh at his stupid antics. "Your mother didn't tell you because we broke up last year."
I just ignore the idiot and focus on driving.
"I'm kidding...jeez." He tsks his tongue dramatically. Rolling his eyes as he plays Cherry Wine by Hozier through the speaker sat in his lap thanks to my car not being to date with today's AUX cord.
"I actually miss my further wife." He admits in a murmur and I send him a side ways glance. "Her name will be Iris...Iris Malik."
"You're so weird." I chuckle as we finally pull to a stop in a carpark beside the beach. I bring up my phone and shoot Kina a message to let her know that we've arrived.
She replies instantly, letting me know that they are sat further down the beach with a pink and blue beach umbrella to be their source of landmark that we can navigate on the beach. Hopping out of my car, I tell Zayn to grab the bag sat on the floor in front of the passengers seat and he does so, shoving his phone inside. He places it on the passenger seat and takes his band tee off, shoving it in there with the towels and sun lotion that I packed in there earlier.
I then lock the car after he shuts the passengers door and we start walking to the sand. When we reach the sand, I easily spot the umbrella in the distance as it stands out in the bright sun.
