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"y/n!" A voice calls as soon as you return to the saloon.

You freeze, recognising it instantly. You notice that you're not as nervous as you used to be in his presence, which makes you smile.

"Zayn. Nice to see you."

"You too. Awesome job putting this all together."

"It wasn't all me, I had a lot of help." You shrug, "How's Gigi? Is she around?"

"She caught a very bad flu, so she couldn't come."

"What a shame." You fake a smile, thinking the contrary in your head.

"Yeah." He stays a bit in silence, before rubbing the back of his neck and looking down, "y/n, I... I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm sorry the things between us ended the way they did." Zayn says quietly, "I recognise now that should have been more comprehensive about... that situation."

Your eyes widen. This was the last thing you were expecting from him. One would expect that it would affect you, but it didn't.

"Took you long enough."

"What?" He frowns in confusion.

"Took you long enough to understand that and come to apologize. Meanwhile, you ended up with Gigi just days after we broke up." You scoff.

"I-"

"Is it because she could sleep with you right away?"

"You know it wasn't because of that." He sighs.

"Well, it's what it seems like. You were my first boyfriend, you should have understood I needed to take things slow that night." You huff, fighting the urge to cry, "But you ran to the blonde model of the school."

Zayn nods with a defeated look, "I'm so sorry. You're an amazing girl and I should've stayed by your side. I'm truly sorry-"

"Is everything okay here?"

"Harry!" You jump when he appears next to you.

"That's my name." He chuckles, then turns to Zayn, "Zayn, right?"

"Yeah..."

"y/n told me not so nice things about you." Harry says and Zayn's eyes widen, "So if you just could leave her alone."

"I was just trying to apologize to her." Zayn scoffs, "Is he your boyfriend now?" He asks you.

"Well-"

"I am, indeed." Harry smiles, putting an arm around your shoulders. You notice he's trying to get you out of this, so you just play along, smiling at him.

"I see." Zayn nods, looking down, "y/n, I'm sorry once again. And you, take care of her, man."

"I will." Harry says as he walks away.

"Thank you for that." You tell him, "He apologized for everything but I couldn't give him my forgiveness just like that, you know? Didn't seem right."

"I understand." He nods comprehensively, "You look stunning, by the way."

"Likewise." You smile.

"Oh, and sorry for the boyfriend thing." He rubs his jaw shyly.

"It's okay. Didn't sound that bad." You mumble and Harry could swear his heart melted.

"So, wanna dance?" He asks, offering you his hands, that you take immediately.

"Of course."

"Oh God." You roll your eyes when you and Harry arrive to the dance floor and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur starts playing.

"Cliché." Harry chuckles, "But I guess that's all we have."

You laugh, putting your hands around his shoulders as he puts his on your waist.

"This is nice." He says and you nod.

"The disco ball doesn't look that bad, does it?" You joke, watching the light reflected on the floor.

"Just because I chose it." He shrugs cockily and you hit his shoulder, laughing.

As the song goes on, you rest your head against his chest, feeling how buries his nods through your hair. You felt safe in his arms.

"y/n."

"Yes."

"I'm starting to really like you."

You lift your head up, staring into his mesmerising emerald eyes, as your heartbeat increases.

"There's something I really want to do right now but if you-"

"There's something I really want to do right now but if you-"

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"Okay, that answered my doubts." Harry grins as you pull away from him.

"I should do it more often then." You tease, biting your bottom lip to avoid smiling like an idiot.

"I wouldn't mind."

"Look at these lovebirds." You hear Emma's voice from behind, as she approaches with Louis.

"Look who's talking." You point at their enlaced hands.

She blushes furiously, taking her hand off of Louis's and fixing her hair, causing you and the boys to laugh.

"We were going to have some drinks with Jennifer, wanna join?" Louis asks.

"Sure."

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