Honey

Chapter Three

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Zayn’s p.o.v

I watched the steam rise from the hot coffee mug in my hands and waited from my friends to show up. The faint sound of Justin Timberlake played from the speakers in the café where I sat and I tapped my foot to the beat of the tune. Liam and Elle were supposed to arrive in minutes, and I was left to my thoughts in the meantime. After Elle had woken up from her coma a week before, the group of us had collectively agreed she should be filled in on the events of the past two years that had slipped by. Throughout our sessions of questioning her, which more than often than not, resulted in a distraught and frustrated Elle whose natural instinct was to start crying, we had reached the conclusion she remembered up until approximately June of 2010. This meant that she, amongst many aspects of her life, had no memory of the formation of One Direction and half the people in it, including her ex-boyfriend. Luckily, Liam and I had already been a part of her life at the time and she remembered the both of us. This was the nature of why we were to meet with her. Elle was going to be brought up to speed on the majority of her life. Liam, for some odd reason, had sworn me and the rest of the people in Elle's present life not to mention her relationship with Harry. He reasoned that, since their relationship ended miserably, Elle should not be told about her close to a year-long relationship with him until the time was right. It was a ridiculous proposal, but Harry had surprisingly agreed it was best. He had a single condition: Elle was still his girl and he would win her back.

I pondered the recent requests until the bell to the café ran to announce an arrival. From my seat in the back, I could still make out the figures of my close friends. Elle spotted me first, alerting Liam as to where I was hiding. I watched as she unzipped part of his jacket and took his hand in hers to drag him over. I smiled as a grin spread over Liam’s face and a slight tint coloured his cheeks as he was pulled through tables. 

"Hi Zayn!" Elle chirped and dropped her jacket onto the seat next to mine. Before I could respond, she had disappeared towards the toilets. I watched Liam gently put his coat down and take out his wallet.

"So, Elle?" I started curiously, the exchange between them not unnoticed. 

"No, we're just the same old friends like before," Liam answered before escaping to order. I smirked at his fleeting figure with bright pink cheeks disappeared from my view. He had always been close friends with Elle but the sudden shyness and young-boy mannerisms Liam developed when he liked a girl were not difficult to miss. The two of them had been living at Liam’s house while Harry went through the arduous task of packing up his belongings from their house. I suspected Elle and Liam had grown even closer than humanly possible for them and combining that with Elle’s recovery, they probably were treading into a new territory of their relationship. She was finally getting back on her feet and was probably excited to be resuming a regular, non-hospitalized life. As happy as I was for him, I was worried for Liam. There was a reason she and Harry worked so well together; their personalities were strong enough and aggressive enough to withstand each other. The two of them together were larger than life. Liam could easily get lost with Elle once her memory started to return and her temper would be difficult for him to handle. I pushed my doubts aside as Elle and Liam returned to our table and took their respective seats. 

"So, what have I missed?"

I cleared my throat and examined the girl in front of me. Her brown curls were pulled back and hidden under a thick gray beanie. The green in her eyes shone under her black lashes and her pink lips were parted in a breath-taking smile. The colour in her cheeks had returned and her eyes no longer had the deep-set marks from her lack of sleep. The bruise on her left cheek she had received the day she was attacked had faded to a yellow-green and was barely covered by a layer of makeup. Despite her abused appearance, Elle remained as beautiful as always.