// contains sexual content //
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN Estella felt like her life held only false assumptions of what was real and what was just a figment of her imagination. Right now, as she stood here, next to a man she adored, her eyes suddenly were not focused on him, they didn't have that gleam in them when she looked at him, they didn't dilate or twinkle in pure fascination. Her eyes were focused on a man she truly hated, eyes only showing discomfort and anxiousness. Dark and emotionless was what Zayn had noticed as she stared back at him. She was still frozen, unable to even speak, unable to comprehend what was going on. Why was he here? Harry was somewhat aware of the look on her face, though when he turned his attention to his former best friend, he still looked at him with a smile.
"Zayn? What are you doing here?"
"Well I–" He was cut off.
"I could ask the same question." Estella spoke.
Harry was literally clueless to what was going on himself. Did she know him too?
"Just in town for a business trip, didn't know you lived in New York." Zayn squinted his eyes at her, her doing the same to him.
"I'm sorry," Harry had to interrupt, getting the vibe that something was clearly wrong, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer for safety reasons. "How do you two know each other?"
Estella sighed, hands slightly shaking as she turned her face away from Zayn', really not wanting to look at him anymore. "T-This is my ex-husband."
Harry looked at her, his jaw slacking but then he closed it and clenched his jaw in anger. He couldn't even believe what she just said right now, that his best friend, the one who's barely kept in contact with him for some particular reason was the one who cheated on the girl he had been currently with. He couldn't even process the thought of them together, that Zayn didn't even bother to let him know that he was married for 3 years, to even inform him on why he stopped talking to him for so long so suddenly. Never had he ever felt so betrayed by a friend, and Zayn most definitely did the job. And he snapped.
"You're the one who cheated on her?!" Harry began. "I never even knew you were fucking married! You didn't tell any of us, at all. What the fuck are you doing? Where have you been after all this time? You drop contact with me and now I find you here and all of a sudden I hear that you were married and cheated on your own fucking wife?!" Harry raised his voice intentionally to make Zayn know that he was furious. Estella stopped him by slapping her hand over his mouth, knowing he was causing attention.
"Calm down." She whispered to him but he ignored and shook his head, moving her hand away from his mouth. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Zayn and Harry had been best friend's—Former, that is. It just didn't make sense. That couldn't have been a coincidence. Or maybe it was just fate. Yeah, right. Fate.
Zayn had been his best friend since teenage days and he meant the world to Harry because he was always there for him, even in his darkest times. He knew more about him more than he knew himself, and that said something. He knew all of his secrets and he was there to protect him, through thick and thin. He could always count on him for anything, but then he disappeared, not giving Harry a clue to where he was going or why. He just left.
"Okay just let me explain–"
"Oh please do," Estella whipped her head around, saying this sarcastically. "Because do we really need to hear more of your explanations? Of your excuses? I sure as hell don't. Didn't before, never again."
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you seem to always think about how the world is against you. how every person surrounded by you consumes the distraught aura you hold, feeling it wrap around your neck like a mans bare hands and strangles you until you feel utterly left of air to in...