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*next day*.

I sat up on my bed and looked at the time. 8:25. Oh god! Harry was suppose to be at school at 7:00 and I have to be to work at 9:00.

I rushed to Harry's room. "Harry! Get up! We're late!" I said. I looked at Harry's bed. Empty. I ran downstairs and there was a note on the kitchen table.

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Dear Nialler,

Good morning! I stayed the night last night. I hope you don't mind. I woke up at 6:00 and I saw you sleeping peacefully so I woke Harry up and brought him to school. I hope you weren't too worried. And I hope your not upset. I'll see you at work. I'll cover for you until you show up.

I love you.

Love, Zayniepoo

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I arrived at work exactly at 9:00. I put on my apron and went into the kitchen. "Hey Zayniepoo." I said. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Okay? Tell me what I did." I said.

"I talked to Harry last night."

"Me too. Your point?"

"Guess who else I talked to."

"If it's your mom, Zayn, I swear.." I threaten.

"No... I talked to Isabella." The knife that was in my hand, fell on the ground. I looked at Zayn.

"Why? How? When? What?"

"Okay.. Why- because Harry wanted to know who his mother was. How- with a phone. When- last night. What- I talked to Isabella."

"Why the hell would you let Harry talk to her?"

"I didn't know he wasn't supposed to! And besides your yelling at me like I'm the one who did the wrong thing. You are the one who lied to me."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"About what?"

"About why you and Isabella broke it off."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'. Why didn't you just tell me you slept with her best friend?"

"Because we wouldn't be friends. You'd never wanna talk to me. You'd never trust me. You'd hate me. I don't want to lose you Zayn. You mean everything to me. You were there to pick me up when I fell. You were there to help me pick up those shattered pieces and I can't help but love you Zayn. So much."

"Niall, no matter how you and Isabella got divorced, I still would've been there for you. You needed me. A lot. And I wasn't going to just stop talking to you because of some break up. I asked you what was wrong when I first met you. You could've told a lie or told me the truth. You told lie, and blamed it on her."

"Zayn, please don't tell me you told Harry the real reason Isabella and I broke up.."

"Okay, I didn't tell Harry the real reason you and Isabella broke up."

"Oh my god Zayn, really?"

"I'm sorry. He asked. I just gave him the answers he wanted."

"Oh god, he's never gonna talk to me again.."

"I forgot to tell you the worst part."

"What?"

"After school.. Isabella is picking Harry up."

"Fucking shit Zayn."

"I'm sorry. She asked and I was going to say no, honestly, but then somehow Harry heard when she asked to meet him and he said yes. But think about it Niall... This could be good for him. He deserves to meet her."

I nodded my head. He's probably right. Harry does deserve to meet her.

"Okay, you are right. Thanks again Zayn."

"Your welcome. You know I love you."

"I'm in love with you." I accidentally say.

God, did I say that out loud? Before I can cover it up, Zayn's lips are against mine. Our lips move in sync as we kiss. He cups my cheeks as he kisses me. I lick his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. He accepts it and our tongues fight for dominance. He won, of course, and I left out a soft moan. I feel him smile into the kiss. I pull away softly, catching my breath.

"Well that was..."

"I'm in love with you too." Zayn said.

I smile and peck his lips.

"Now get to work. We haven't gotten one thing cooked since you got here."

I laughed and we began cooking.

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Hey.

If your reading this, I love you so much. Your giving me strength to keep writing. So thank you. If you ever need a cover, ask.

Bye.

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