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"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Noah teases, taking in my appearance. I sigh in agreement and take a seat at the bar. 

"You could say that," I rub my face in an attempt to get rid of the sleepiness. He slips me my usual order with a look of sympathy. I gratefully take it and begin sipping.

He walks around the counter and takes a seat next to me. "What's going on?"

"The same as usual." 

He pats me on the back and sighs. "Harry stuff?"

"Yeah. I don't know why I'm so bothered,  but I find myself being irritated by the smallest things. Things will be good one day and bad the next."

"You just need to have more sex."

I near spit out my drink. "What?" I squeak, my face bright red. 

He shrugs. "Better to be blunt. We both know it's true."

"No," I defend. "Sex is only used as a distraction. Besides, we're in a weird place to just randomly have sex."

He raises his brows. "Y'all need an occasion to have sex? You're in a relationship."

"Yeah... I mean you're right. But, I guess it just feels weird. Plus, we don't have any alone time anymore. I don't know, it's just super complicated."

The door to the cafe opens, ringing a bell. I don't pay much mind to it until I feel a presence next to me. Noah's jaw is open wide, staring at the seat next to me.

I slowly turn to see Zayn himself. He gives an infamous smirk before shrugging his arm around me. 

"How'd you find me," I groan, banging my head against the counter. I can't help but feel annoyed. This is the one spot I have by myself. Even though Harry knows about it, I doubt he remembers it or thinks much of it. 

After a silence, I lift my head up to find a starstruck Noah. 

"Oh, Noah, this is Zayn," I say nonchalantly while contemplating banging my head again. 

Zayn gives him a small wave.

"Uh, can I get you anything?" Noah stutters, abruptly standing up and walking around the counter.

"A hot latte please," he replies. The barista begins working on his drink, giving us a couple minutes alone. 

I expectantly stare at him, waiting for an explanation. 

"You're not hard to find," he grins, ruffling my hair. I groan, knowing that doesn't answer my question. "I wanted to check up on you. How are you? What happened last night?"

I decide to explain last night's events. I tell him about the bruise and kitchen event, leaving out that I'm terrified to be around my soulmate because of unrequited feelings.

 "Fuck," he whispers under his breath. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I sigh. That's the same response I've been getting for a while now and I'm sick of it. I gulp, hoping I don't regret my next words. "Zayn, if you're truly my friend, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything for my girlfriend," he teases, his coffee being placed in front of him. "What do you need?" 

"I need you to help me avoid Harry for as long as possible. I can't do it on my own."

His, and an eavesdropping Noah's, brows furrow in confusion. 

"Whatever I'm going through, I need time to comprehend. I need time and space away from him, especially with Trina around," I explain. "The only way I can even figure out the problems between us is if I distance myself."