Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Zayn's Surprise

*Felicity's P.O.V.*

When I got back to the house after taking Zayn to the Moon Pool, I realized there was noise coming from our kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to find out what it was and realized that Chris was looking for hot chocolate.

"Oh, hi." He said with attitude.

"What's with the attitude?" I asked confused.

"Oh, so now you notice me?"

"I'm sorry?" I was so confused right now.

"You completely forgot I was here." He said, annoyed.

"What? No I didn't," I said, clearly lying.

He looked at me with a look that said I know when you're lying smartass. I sighed, and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry," I said, "but Clarissa had another anger fit and ran away. It was kind of a top priority."

"Alright," he said, "but what about Zayn? You seemed to have time to talk to him." He was obviously upset about this, which is understandable. "Yeah, because he was the reason she got mad in the first place. By the way, in my defence, you practically live here anyways.." I said, hoping he'd agree with me and let me off the hook.

He gave me a look that said this isn't over, but he let it drop for now. "So, what did the 'oh so great' Zayn do to Clarissa?" He asked sarcastically.

"Ok, first of all he is not 'oh so great'," I started, annoyed, " but, to answer your question, she overheard his conversation with his mum and he was telling her how he doesn't think Clarissa wants him here, and she took it the wrong way."

"He should be more careful," he pointed out. "He should know better."

"No, he shouldn't," I defended him, "He hasn't seen her since she was seven years old!"

"Oh, right," he said, "I forgot.."

"Of course you did." I sighed, annoyed. "Anyways, " I said, trying not to make him mad at me, " I need to go upstairs for a bit. Are you gonna be ok down here?"

"Yeah, I'll just listen to music or something."

"Alright, I'll be down soon."

"Ok," he said distracted, probably scrolling through his music list.

I walked upstairs to Zayn's room. I looked around and noticed that his phone was sitting on his bed. I quickly grabbed it before hurrying to my room.

Since apparently none of my sister's friends have their brothers' cell numbers. Damn people. As soon as I turned on Zayn's iPhone screen, I noticed he had a password on it. Luckily for me, it was a simple four-numbered pattern. Hmm...

I tried typing in his name 9296. Nope, that didn't work, hmm maybe Liam? 5426 nope. Maybe...  2004. That one worked. That was unexpected, but still sweet. His password was the year Clarissa and I left...

I quickly found his contacts and started scrolling. First up, Harry. Ok, Felicity. Remain calm. I clicked on the call mobile icon and it started to ring. My heart was racing. Holy fuck, I'm about to talk to Harry fucking Styles. Deep breaths, in, out. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, mate. You must really miss me." I could hear the amusement in his voice. I froze for a minute. "Zayn?"

Talk, dammit. Oh, right. Harry fucking Styles in on the end of the line. "Um, actually, this is his sister, Felicity."

"Oh, hi. You're the older sister I presume?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." I need to focus.

"Ok?" He said slowly, well slower than usual, obviously confused.