"Well that was no fucking help," Harry mutters to himself after he's pulled away from the house.
The old woman's words keep replaying in his head.
"Don't fight love, son. And certainly don't let it go."
He huffs. He hasn't been in love. He doesn't even know what is.
"If I had to guess, you already know who it is."
"Who the hell..." Harry drifts off, racking his brain for who she might be talking about. No one that he's dated in the past are worth rekindling anything, he thinks. That lady must be crazy.
He checks the clock on the radio and groans when he notices that he's only been in his hour session for thirty minutes. He then thinks that the old woman must be making a lot of money if people acted like he did and left before they got their money's worth.
He's disappointed. He has no answers for Niall and now he has to think of something else to try and gain the boy's forgiveness. Harry thinks that the situation is beyond being fixed by a simple apology. He's not quite sure what to do.
He drives around town aimlessly for about an hour before he becomes restless and bored. He decided to stop by a coffee shop to grab a drink and something to eat since he skipped breakfast.
He drives across town to his favorite coffeehouse. It's fairly busy when he pulls into the parking lot; filled with students from the nearby college, hipsters, and the occasional business person. He exits the car and makes his way inside.
Once the smell of coffee enters his airways he relaxes a little. Louis, Liam, and him spent their fair share of study sessions here, needing the coffee desperately before upcoming exams. He can't even remember how many times he's stressed out over a test in here.
He smiles fondly at the memory, stepping forward a bit as the line moves up. He looks around, trying to see if there's an open table for him to sit at when he sees a familiar head of black hair.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath and turns so that Zayn wouldn't see him if he looked up.
It's funny, in a sadistic sort of way, how he was just thinking about how stressed he used to be at times in here, and how seeing Zayn caused that anxiety to hit him like a brick.
He chews on his lip. He for sure didn't think that this was how his day was going to go at all. He has a very strong urge to leave, but he knows that he needs to try and fix things with Niall and his roommates, which also means fixing things with Zayn.
"Excuse me?" a voice pulls him from his thoughts.
It's the mousy girl standing behind him. She looks terrified to be talking to him, her arms crossed in front of her protectively. She stares at him through her thick-rimmed glasses, "Would you please mind moving up? You're next."
Harry glances over his shoulder and indeed, he is next to be called to the counter. He returns his gaze to the girl and offers her a gentle smile, "Sorry about that."
She gives him a single nod before moving her gaze past him to the menu. With that, he turns and steps up in line just as the person before him moves to the receiving end of the counter.
"How can I help you?"
"Can I have an iced matcha green tea latte?"
The cashier quickly types his order in, asks for his name, and tells him his total. He pays with his card and takes the receipt and card and takes a step towards the other end of the counter when he realizes that it's closer to Zayn's table.
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Ghostly (Narry)
FanfictionZayn stood in the doorway, staring at his murdered best friend who was laying pale-faced and limp, in a pool of his own blood. *** Niall finds himself as a ghost - sort of. He is a ghost during the day in a sense that no one can see him, but when th...
