We Were Just Best Friends

Zayn's just broken up with Perrie. He's heartbroken... and wasted. There's a lovely lady standing on the corner, beckoning him over. He can't do it though.
Harry could however....
Zayn and Kate become really close, talking almost everyday, even when Zayn's on tour.
he surprises her by not telling when he is back in town. Harry though cannot wait.

btw: i have nothing against Perrie and Zayn :) Or Harry for that matter.

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8. Friends gone missing

Kate’s pov.

Zayn was gone. He'd just left. My only friend. Deleted. He had been perfect for me. I had recently started to turn down jobs. Never in a million years would I have done that a month ago. But Zayn’s been taking me out to lunch every other day, so I didn’t really need or have food at home.

We'd been just friends, not that awkward waiting period before a guy asks you to be his, or a friend with benefits kind of deal. Just friends. My accomplice. Partners in crime so to speak.

I sat down on the couch, placing my heavy head in my hands resting on my knees. I squeezed my eyes shut. Zayn had laid here. In this very spot on my couch. He'd laughed here, in my seat. Zayn had even spilled beer, sloping it down the front of my couch, partially stained.

Zayn was different... then everyone portrayed him to be. Supposedly vain? Not a chance. OK, so maybe a little. But overly conceited? Never. Of course I had flipped through the tabloids while waiting in the grocery line, so I knew who he was.

So, when he had come up to me that night, under the street lamp, I was surprised by his drunken request for me to take him here. No prostitute ever takes a client into their own house ever. No prostitute had ever done Zayn Malik either. I should’ve been like ‘sorry buddy, your way too cocked’, or ‘if you've never done this, why'd do you want to start now?’

I should’ve never seen him, or the countless stories about us. It was all too much, that would from now on be a constant reminder that someone at least paid attention to me. Cared a bit. Put effort into making the friend with a hooker thing work out. And it would be reminder that he was no longer here, eating food on my couch. None of my friends ever tried to make it seem normal. I’d spent 2 years or more with all of them, and yet I never felt closer to anyone as I was to Zayn, and I'd known him for a month.

I walk over to the fridge, pulling out the first thing I saw. Reaching way back I felt a Take-out container. Standing back up, goal in hand, I opened it and smelled it. Not to good of idea, really, must be weeks old. It smelled a bit dead.

The food was probably from the first outing with him. He had been acting really weird. Of course at that time I had only really talked to him drunk, but he seemed incredibly reserved and shy when he first picked me up. Zayn had loosened up quite a bit later. So I felt comfortable asking him whether or not he had considered that a date. I certainly hoped the answer was no, knowing in advance that type of relationship would be rocky at best. Zayn had looked at me funny, trying, I guess, to gage my reaction. "Yeah kind of" but ‘I didn’t feel that way,’ he’d mentioned later.

Inside I had been cheering. Now I just wonder if we had gotten into a relationship with each other, would he have stayed? Or would I go with him?

I was just over analyzing all of this. ‘Shh Kate.’ I calmed myself. I looked to the clock. It was 2. My new shift at Starbucks began at 3, and then because of previous commitments to Fridays, my other job begins at around 11. I just love Fridays. Groan

*********

A missed call from Zayn at 12 am. Why would he be calling me? I had been working, not that he needs to have specific details. It was around 1:30 A.M. now. My eyes itched from tiredness, as I unlocked my flats' door. I tapped call and waited through the ringing.

"Ello?" a loud voice answered. Not Zayn’s though. He was never loud with me, only when he laughed.

I bit my lip, debating on speaking or not. If it was a band mate of his, I would feel ridiculous.

"Hi... is Zayn around?"

“Yeah he is, but what’s it to you?" The voice on the other line became suddenly defensive. Clearly I was not going to get anywhere with this guy.

“Just a close friend. Listen man, I really need to talk to him. Can you please just put him on?"

Suspicious now, "Why?" Suddenly a loud pop happened on the other phone, and a loud yelp. “Zayn what the-?”

“Hello?” Zayn’s warm voice relaxed me immediately.

“Hey Zayn. It's me, Kate. You just called me earlier. I’m sorry I missed it. What can I do for ya?"

"Oh hey Kate." I could hear such a smile in his voice. Ugh, you'd've thought we were a lovey dovey couple or something. truth was we both just lonely when we'd met up. the other boys had girlfriends, and he'd just lost one. I, on the other hand had nobody to talk to, felling off put from society by peoples opinions of people like me. Me and Zayn bonded due to the "screw you" mentality of both us.

"Yeah I just wanted to call you, to let you know we were in Australia. I was going to video chat you but my laptop died on the plane."

Wow, Australia. I had once told Zayn I had always wanted to go there. "Why'd you call me at 11, crazy?!"

“Oh,” he mumbled, “I forgot the time difference.” I laughed into the  phone while he chucked softly too.

“You fool" I said, “So, was that it, ‘cause, Malik, I am so tired right now, I might just fall.

“Ahhh, no,” he rushed, afraid I might hang up. “I also wanted to tell you that I was sorry for the way I left yesterday. Do you forgive me?"

“Of course Malik! Now go have some fun in the sun!” Zayn laughed at how cheesy that sounded. "Oh, shut up. Good bye!"

“Kk, talk to you later."

“Sure, Zayn,” I sighed like it was a huge effort to call him.

“Bye Kate."

I hung up. Zayn was a miracle worker at cheer ups.

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