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.


12. Standing in the dark

Zayn's pov.

"Zaynnn!" Harry's voice called. I was still sitting on the couch. The T.V. was on but I wasn't really watching it. It was just there. Mostly I was planning tomorrow.

"Harrryyyyy." I called back with not nearly as much energy.

"Liam said you wanted us to be here tomorrow at 12:30.”

"Yeah. So why are you here now? Your flat is upstairs a level."

"Be that way." I could hear him going through my fridge. Well that's inconsiderate. A pang of worry crossed my mind; what if he did that with Kate around?

He finally walked into the living room and stood there, dressed a little better than usual. I raised my eyebrows at him and he smirked back.

"I'm going out," he answered the question I didn't ask.

"On a date or...."

"Nah, just a night out."

"Anyone else going?"

"Nope, just me," he smiled, all proud of himself.

"Ahh, no Liam babysitting in case little Hazza can't drive?" I pouted at him and he threw a piece of food at me. I caught in my mouth and grinned.

"Fuck you," he replied. "I'm not going to get that pissed, thanks for your concern. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go with but now I'm not."

"It's fine mate I don't think I was up for it anyway."

He checked his watch and glanced in direction of the door. "Listen Zayn, I gotta go."

So he came to steal my food and to prove the point that he could still go out because he was still single? Jackass.  I turned my eyes back to the stupid show that was running.

"Bye then." Harry walked out.

"Bye Zayn. Wish me luck."

I muttered something then went back to planning worst case scenarios for lunch tomorrow. Really I was just making this more complicated.

Kate's pov.

My dress fit like a glove. It was perfect, just long enough to discourage unmentionable behavior. Haha who was I kidding. Putting the final layer of lipstick on I grabbed phone and hailed a cab. I gave the address and entered, sitting at the bar until Mel got here, the birthday girl. It was quarter till ten and I was already enjoying dancing.

Soon our little celebration turned into a shot competition. I gulped 8 I think down, till I knew I was done. I was not a good drunk. I said my goodbyes and I went to stand outside the bar. It wasn’t really a cold night so all I had on was my short dress. There was a few whistles from across the street as men passed by, but I just took out my phone and called a cab company.

I was on the phone when I felt a strong large hand grab my shoulder. I gasped and spun around. It was... Oh my God it was Harry Styles. One of Zayn’s band mates I knew that but not much else. He was attractive I guess on any normal day but he looked horrible now. Drunk. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot, his hair all over the place,. His blazer looks a bit off kilter on his shoulder. He’s swaying some indicating an alcohol induced effect. I laughed a bit quickly,  hanging up the phone and opened my mouth. Then I stopped. I thought about the last time I had seen him. He and the other one, Louie or something, had been pointing me out to Zayn. Did he recognize me now? Did he think I still sold my body to men? This would be awkward. Plus he looked a little bit angry.

I meant to step back from his rather painful grasp. However he didn’t let go so I squirmed a bit, rolling shoulder and back. Harry looked me up and down. That was creepy.

“You’re the slut who didn’t sleep with Zayn?” He slurred. What the fuck? The slut that didn’t sleep with Zayn? Yeah because that made any sense. What did he do, tell everyone what had happened that night?! I glared at Harry. Yep he definitely recognized me.  I decided to put him in place. I could see why Zayn didnt want me to meet him, he seemed like an ass so far....

"Excuse me Styles, but I am no longer a slut to you. Now please let go of me, my ride should be coming soon. I was just leaving."

“I’m sure," he smiled at me. “To go to another job?" With that he dragged me roughly down the street, some abandoned back alley. My back started to shiver. He pinned me up against a wall and shoved his lips against me, reeking of alcohol, I froze and tried to flatten myself up against the wall to get get him to stop. I put my arms up, and shoved him away. The push took him by surprise so he stumbled back a few steps.

“Stop it." I said, dictating. His eyes flashed with my defiance.

He just pushed me back harder this time, my shoulder being grated against the rough bricks. He reached to the hem of the dress and lifted it roughly up. It clicked. This could not happen. I resisted more trying anything to get away from his grip that held me here. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I bit down on it.

He immediately pulled back. “You little bitch!" He exclaimed and then grabbed me dragging me farther away from the street.

My horror started there and never seemed to end.

Zayn’s pov.

I heard a noise. I wasn't sleeping well, sleep just evading me though it was rather late. There was a pounding on my heavy flat door. I rolled out of bed.

I opened my door, squinting in the hallway light. Harry was leaning against the door frame. And he looked horrible. It was almost comical. I really hoped the paparazzi  didn't get any pictures of this. I let him in, I think he thought it was his flat.

Or not. He grabbed my arms and all but dragged me to the couch.

"Zayn.... Zayn," he shook his head, looking down at the floor, his voice sounding guilty.

"Harry what?" I shook him some more.

Suddenly the urgency was gone from his voice and he grinned. "Am I really drunk, Zayn?"

"Uh yeah.."

"Good." Harry slipped off to sleep on my couch.  What the hell?

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