Take Care

**Sequel to What Humans Do**
It's been seven years since the day I told Harry Styles we had to break up because our publicity stunt was now over. He told me to wait till I was 26, then we could get back together and be happy. So, I waited. I waited until I got a phone call the day after my 26th birthday from Harry, inviting me to a wedding. HIS wedding, to be exact. I knew I had to get Harry back. I'm not going to let seven years of waiting be wasted. I needed him back. And so the plotting began.

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7. Guns and Horses

Song of the Chapter: Guns and Horses

"Did you want anything to eat?" Zayn asked me.

We were standing infront of the concession line, and yes, his arm was still wrapped around my waist. "Sure, I'll take some fries, I guess."

He nodded his head and turned his attention back towards the woman who was taking our order. It didn't even occur to me that Zayn was speaking italian until I actual listened to him talking with her. "I didn't know that you spoke italian?" I blurted out.

We had finished our order and were now standing off to the side waiting for it. "Yeah, well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me. Wanna go out tonight?" He asked me bluntly.

"Why are you so touchy and flirty? You were never like this before?"

"You had Harry then. Harry is getting married to Lacie while you're single. I'm single, too, now. I figured, why not?"

I thought about it for a minute. What would be so wrong with saying yes? He is right; Harry is getting married. But then again, that defeats the whole purpose of me coming here. What if I can make Harry jealous? "Okay, Zayn. I'll go out with you."

His solid face grew into a broad smile. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why are you so surprised? It's not like you haven't asked out a girl before."

"I just didn't think you'd say yes with all this Harry stuff going on. But, dress warmly. We're going to be walking around Rome. It's about 3 hours away so we'll be leaving early, alright?"

I was a little surprised that he wanted to drive three hours for a date but I've never been to Rome, so why not? "Okay, what time are we leaving?"

"What time does the match end?"

I glanced at my watch; which said 4:45 PM, and there was about 20 minutes of the game left. "Probably around 5:30, we won't leave till around 6, I think."

He narrowed his eyes in concentracion, trying to plan it all out. "We may have to leave early then. We'll just eat and then go, sound good?"

I smilied and nodded my head. His smile grew once again. I must admit, that kind of gave me butterflies.

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