Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


95. Mistaken

Harry's P.O.V:


"Zayn!" I fast said, and grabbed onto his upper arm as he tried to pass me. "Wait," I pleaded. 

He turned around, his eyes piercing mine. I was still sitting on the chair around the table, so he was literally staring me down. There was more than jealousy in his eyes, there was fear. I think that he was aware of how easily he could lose Emily, and he would do anything to fight the complications that they would be facing. Like me. 

"We need to talk," I said.

He frowned, "Talk? Talk about what? The fact that you undressed my girlfriend last night, saying I was too drunk and I probably should go? No thanks."

"Zayn, it wasn't like that." I tried to defend myself, but he was actually right. It was like that. No matter how much I wanted it not to be, it was and I should've known that Zayn wouldn't be okay with it. No one would be okay with their best friend undressing their girlfriend - not to the point where she only wore a thong. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grip, and glanced at Clara, Nick, Juliet, Lucas and Louis who still where chatting by the counter. 

"So you wanna talk?" He asked, and slowly looked back at me. 

I nodded. 

Just as I was about to stand up, Emily walked into the room. Her slightly wet hair hanging lose around her face, her makeup a bit smeared and only in Zayn's shirt from last night. Both Zayn and I turned to look at her, as she looked at us. She stopped in the door. Looked at Zayn, then at me and then back at Zayn. She didn't say anything, she just looked. I didn't know what I had excepted her to do, but I had expected a hug or at least a 'hi'. She pressed her lips together, glanced at me, gave me a little nod before she turned to look away from us. 

"Em!" Juliet shouted, and raised her hand in a signal for Emily to join them. And she did. 

I watched her as she made her way over to them. My stomach tied itself together, "Did you tell her?" I sounded reproachful. 

Zayn shook his head, "I didn't". He seemed just as surprised as me. We both stared after her for some seconds. Juliet hugged her as Louis poured her a glass of water. He said something funny, because soon Emily broke into a smile and playfully rested her head against his shoulder, as he wrapped and arm around hers. 

"Should we?" Zayn asked and we both ripped out eyes away from the scene.

"We should."




In the living room bottles where spread all over, luckily I wasn't going to clean up myself, I had payed for someone to do it later. I usually didn't throw parties in my own homes, but rented clubs or something. The smell of alcohol and smoke was lingering everywhere, though most people had been smoking on the rooftop or out on the balcony. Zayn followed me closely as we made our way through my living room, kicking bottles and cans aside. I made my way over to the open balcony door, where a cold wind was causing goosebumps to grow on every inch on my skin. Outside the sun was breaking through the heavy grey skies that threatened with rain. It usually rained a lot this time of the year.

I turned around and leaned my back against the balcony stone fence. Zayn walked up to the fence and leaned a bit over it, looking down at the street under us. The buildings in my street were huge and white, and in front of them where parked expensive cars. My car was parked there as well, and surprisingly enough... It fit in. 

"You wanted to talk?" Zayn said. I fast looked up at him and blinked a few times. He had his arms crossed across his chest and his forehead was slightly wrinkled. 

"Zayn..." I started out. He kept quiet, waiting for me to finish. "I'm sorry."

He raised both eyebrows. 

"I'm sorry for last night. I understand that it wasn't the coolest thing of me, and that I should've left or asked Juliet or Danielle or someone else to help instead of me. You just need to understand that I don't intend on ruining yours and Emily's relationship. I mean... I'd never do that. If I should say in a fan-way, then I ship you two pretty fucking hard and I... Gosh, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry." 

I was relieved to see a smile grow on Zayn's lips, "You ship us?" 

"Pretty hard," I smiled and nodded a little. 

Zayn chuckled, "Sounds a little freaky".

I shrugged my shoulders, "I wrote a Fan Fiction about you two".

"Okay, seriously... Now you start to scare me a little," Zayn stepped back and raised his hands in the air. 

"Haha... But hey, we're cool?"

"We're cool". 

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