"Uh...um..I didn't." I finally say.I hope I was convincing.

"So you met one huh?" he says as he comes out.

Damn.I'm a horrible liar.

I stay silent hoping he'd drop it.

"What's her name?" he asks.

"I told you I didn't Zayn." I reply annoyed.

"Fine whatever helps you sleep at nights buddy." he says letting out a small chuckle as he lays back on his bed.

After a couple seconds he stops talking so i guess he fell asleep or he's lost in his thoughts.This guy can go from joking to completely shutting down.

"Do you still think about her?" I hear him say quietly.

I was expecting him to ask earlier.

"The hot chick?" I ask trying to seem confused.He means Emma.

"Uh huh! I knew there was a hot chick." Oh.

Fuck i didn't think i'll prove him right.

After he's done laughing at me we stay silent.

"I was taking about Emma." he pulls out his serious tone.

Drop it.Drop it.Drop it.

"Uh huh." I hum.

It gets awkward but I know eventually he'll drop it.

"How about we go out and check out the girls here?"

He's fast.

"Not in a mood" I mumble.Thank God he dropped the Emma thing.

"Fine grandpa,you stay here with your imaginary cats and I'll go out." he says pretending he's mad and gets up.

I think this is the right time to inform him.

"Niall is here." I tell him as he grabs the door handle but stays still at my words.

I had to tell him because he'd saw him sooner or later.

"Would you..." he clears his throat."Would you mind if I talked to him?" he mumbles looking down.

"No." I reply right away."He's your friend not mine,at least not anymore." I add coldly.

"Okay man,thanks." and with understanding smile he exits the room.

Now Ed is my only worry.I have to see him or at least learn how he's doing.I dial my fathers number and press the call button.

"About time Harry." he answers right away,his tone cold.

"How's Ed?" i ask.I'm not into his shit right now.

"Stable." he simply repies and i stay silent.Stable is good.

"Does he have any relatives i should call?" he continues.

"No,he doesn't." i answer back.

Ed has only an uncle who lives in Europe.

"Is there anything new about my case?" i find the courage to ask.Let's hope he won't go all father on me.

"Well yes."

"Well are you going to tell me?" I sigh irritated.

"Looks like the passengers had a child." he says with his serious tone.The business tone.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

"The thing is she called Evans and she wants to meet him.We can't keep avoiding it anymore.I mean it's pretty obvious you crashed on them and they know about it.The only reason you're not in jail...yet is because there is a possibility your brakes weren't working." he informs me.

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