Harry approached Liam and I after he called out my name. He wore a black sweater, black jeans, boots, and a large black overcoat. It was a bit different than what he wore in high school, but still the dark jeans made him look a lot younger.
I saw his eyes gaze over at Liam, and I knew he was going to question our reason for being together. "I should leave you two to talk." Liam said, but I grabbed his arm. I didn't want him to leave me just yet.
There was no way I'd be able to handle being alone with Harry. Liam's eyes told me that I was going to be okay. I trusted him and released my grip. I watched him walk away and I was left alone with Harry. "Are you two seeing each other?" he asked.
"Don't be serious Harry. Liam and I are only friends." I began to walk down the path. Harry walked beside me, maintaining his distance. I believe he did it so I wouldn't smack him if I blew up in his face. "Oh." he said.
He seemed quiet and I knew he was holding something back. What was he not telling me? "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were doing, that's all." That's it? There was no way that was true. "You came to me, so there has to be something you want to tell me." This was the most we've ever spoken to each other since the first day I began working.
"The whole ordeal with Sophie and I wasn't working out." No surprise there. I figured that the two have broken up. "If that's all you want to say to me, good bye Harry." I said and walked away from him.
This time, he didn't follow me and I was glad for that because I didn't want him to see me crying. I arrived at my apartment and walked into the bedroom. I had kept the broken frame with the picture of the two of us still intact. Many things have changed, but most importantly, I have changed.
That Saturday, Zayn picked me up at my apartment building. "Where are we headed?" I asked him as soon as I got in the car. "It's a surprise." He smiled as he began to drive down the highway. Usually, I'd be worried about where he was going to take me but things were different between us.
Yet, that didn't mean I was going to trust him. A part of me still believed that Zayn hadn't changed his ways. After about twenty minutes, he stopped the car in the parking lot in front of a restaurant that I've never been.
"I just wanted to start the night off right this time." He got out of the car and opened the door for me as I stepped out after him. We entered the restaurant and were seated at a table. "I thought you had to get reservations for this place." I said when we sat down.
"I did. I planned all of this Stella. I want to prove to you that I'm a changed man. You have to trust me." We were given menus to order our food. A part of me wanted to believe him, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. "How can I?" I asked after we ordered our meals and drinks.
"How can I trust you after all that has happened between us?"
"I know what happened junior year still haunts you and it haunts me too. After you moved, I went to your apartment to see if you had really moved, and you were gone. There was no trace of you telling me where you had gone to.
"I couldn't live with myself after losing you Stella. I remember the day we first met. You were a shy little girl, but I believe I brought out another side to you. I want to make things right and I know it takes time for you to warm up to me, but Stella,"
He took my hand in his and caressed it gently. He gave me a look that I haven't seen in a long time. "I care about you." When I was young and naive, I couldn't see through his lies. Now, at an older age, I could tell the difference between the lies and the truth.
After dinner, Zayn drove back to his apartment. I knew what was going to happen. We entered the apartment and he closed the door behind us. I waited for the worse to come, but nothing happened. What?
"I told you Stella, I've changed." He said as he set the keys on the counter and walked into the kitchen. "I'm not going to do the things I've done to you in high school. I want to settle down. I'm ready for commitment."
He held out a bottle of water towards my direction and I took it from him as I thanked him. "You're serious about this?" I asked and raised an eyebrow. He nodded and took a sip from his own water bottle.
There was something very wrong about the situation that we were in. Zayn had taken me to dinner and now, we're alone in his apartment. He told me that he wants to settle down. There was a change in the atmosphere surrounding us.
Just as soon as I was about to open the water bottle to take a sip, Zayn's lips crashed against mine. I didn't retreat as I let my arms wrap around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling our bodies closer as the space between us disappeared.
This kiss was different. It was passionate, like two old flames rekindling. It was different from the way he had kissed me before. I pulled away and looked into his brown eyes. "You didn't pull away." He whispered as he reached up and caressed my cheek.
"No, I didn't." I whispered back. This was a test. It was a test to see if things had really changed between us. "Why?" He asked, and this time, he had pulled away. I gently bit my lip and looked down.
I had been having such a great time with Zayn and began to forget about the bad things that happened in the past. I grabbed his arm and took him into the bedroom. I felt that I was going to regret doing this, but I wanted this. It was my choice, not his.
I closed the door and pushed him to the bed. "This is the only time I will ever allow you to do this and that's it." I told him as he looked at me. He was a bit shocked by what I was doing, but he was quick to catch on.
I climbed on top of him and began to kiss his lips. I let his hands roam. If any of my former friends hear about this, they'd probably yell at me. I knew that Zayn was enjoying it as he hungrily kissed my neck. We switched positions so now he was on top and I was looking up into his eyes.
Quickly, our clothes were tossed to the floor and I pulled him towards me as I kissed his lips. He positioned himself between my legs and it was then our moans synchronized with each other. This time, it was different.
The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Zayn in bed on his stomach. His eyes were closed and his hair was a mess. I smiled a bit to see him like this. "Stop staring at me." He muttered under his breath and I let out a chuckle.
"I'm gazing." I told him, then sat up in bed and began to search for my underwear. I slipped on my panties and hooked my bra. "That was fun." He was now fully sitting up in bed with the sheets covering the bottom half.
"Yeah, it was." I smiled, then slipped on my pants. I was about to reach for my shirt when he stopped me. "Hey," He paused as I looked up at him and slipped my arms through the sleeves. "Thank you."
"For what?" I asked and buttoned up my shirt.
He shrugged, "No one has stayed long enough to be friends with me, except for Louis. I mean, you're one of the few who has put up with me."
"It's because I know the real you Zayn." I smiled, then kissed his cheek. "I'll see you around." With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out of his apartment. I called for a cab that took me back to my apartment.
I ran a hand through my hair and tied it up in a pony tail. I arrived at my apartment to see Liam waiting outside my door. "Hey Liam." I smiled and greeted him with a hug.
"Hey Stel." He smiled as he hugged back, then we pulled away. I offered him to come inside and talk. We entered my apartment and I closed the door after we entered. "Can I offer you anything to drink? Coffee? Water? Beer?" I was teasing him about the last part.
He let out a light chuckle and sat down on the bar stool. "Coffee would be fine. Thank you." He smiled and I happily poured him a cup, then handed it to him. I offered him some sugar and creamer. He said no to both. "How are you feeling?" He asked after taking a sip.
"I'm good." I told him, but of course, he saw through my lie. "When I was at a club with Francesca the first night I stayed here, I ran into Zayn."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, nothing happened between us Liam and the problem is that he claims he's changed."
"I don't believe him though. I just, I'm stuck in this predicament Liam. Last night, Zayn kissed me and I didn't pull away."
"Why didn't you?" I just shrugged and took a sip of the coffee I had poured for myself. "Well, first, I believe you should work things out with Zayn and then, maybe consider reuniting with Harry. From what I hear, he's a mess. You should go see him."
"You've spoken to Harry?"
"Yeah, he's at this address." I looked at the address to see that he didn't live too far away from me. I thanked Liam for the talk and after ten minutes, I bid him good bye. I looked at the address again and thought maybe I should pay Harry a visit.