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zayn's pov ;

I ran down the sidewalk and banged on Harry's door fiercely. I don't know why Harry told me to come over fast. It's Saturday after all.

Harry's mum, Anne, opened the door slowly, looking bewildered.

"Oh Zayn, dear. You frightened me." She said, wearily.

"Sorry mum. Is Harry here?" I asked. Yes, I call her mum. We spend so much time at each other's houses, that we feel it's only appropriate. Harry soon came running down the stairs and gave his mum a quick peck on the cheek.

"Bye mum!" He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from his house. I stumbled behind him as his tight grip held my hand in place. I would have enjoyed this hand holding moment more, if he wasn't cutting off the blood circulation.

"Jesus Haz, calm yourself." I said, prying my hand from his grip.

"Sorry Z. I just don't want to miss it." He said, not looking at me.

"Miss what, exactly?" I asked, walking beside him on the small sidewalk.

"You'll see." He smirked. I sighed and kept quiet, studying his features. God, he is beautiful. Oh how much I just want to run my fingers though his soft, curly hair and kiss those pretty, pink lips. Dammit Zayn, you have a girlfriend. Harry took me to the woods behind the park that was beside his house.

He led me down a familiar dirt path that was very unkept since no one has been over here in a while. Was he seriously taking me here? I haven't been here in ages.

We jerked to a stop as we reached the all too familiar vine curtain. Harry smiled brightly and pushed aside the vines.

A mist of water from the small waterfall ,that we had spent so many summers playing in, hit my face. This is our spot. A place that held so many happy and sad memories. I remembered the reason why I didn't come here anymore.

Perrie.

She took up most of my time beside school and soccer. This waterfall glistened from the sunlight and beautiful flowers of a variety of colors surrounded it. Birds happily sang and squirrels went about their own business.

"Oh my god Haz.... Why did you bring me here?" I asked him, curiously. He just smiled and sat down in a small patch of neatly cut grass.

"I dunno. I thought it would be nice to take a trip down memory lane." He said, staring intently at the water. I could tell he was thinking about something. Or maybe.... someone? Does Harry have a crush? My heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Of course he would never like me. I'm just stupid 'ol Zayn. Ugh, I have a girlfriend.

We sat in silence for a few moments till my phone buzzed.

From: Perrie ♥︎

babeee, come overr ;)

To: Perrie ♥︎

i cant love. im w/ harry.

From: Perrie ♥︎

ugh, its ALWAYS about stupid hairy. im your fucking girlfriend zayn.

To: Perrie ♥︎

its never about harry! (you spelled his name wrong) it always is about you. everything just has to revolve around you. harry is my best friend.

From: Perrie ♥︎

harry is a fag. he sucks dick okay. isnt that disgusting !

To: Perrie ♥︎

wtf, dont talk about him that way! just because he is gay, doesn't mean the last 15 years didn't happen!

From: Perrie ♥︎

i have like 20 guys kissing the floor i walk on so, see ya zaynie. we're done.

To: Perrie ♥︎

good riddance, bitch.

I sighed, sadly. Harry looked up at me and frowned.

"Everything alright Z?" He asked, scooting closer to me and staring intently. I shook my head.

"No."

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"Zayn.. Wake up." A soft voice whispered. I opened my eyes to see Harry hovering over me, biting his lip. Jesus Harry, stop before I do something I'll regret.

"Whaaat." I groaned, closing my eyes again.

"There's practice today." He said, getting off the bed and walking towards his dresser.

"Why?" I asked, suddenly awake. he just shrugged.

"You should go get your stuff." He said. I nodded and climbed out of Harry's bed. Yes, we slept in the same bed last night, which I quite enjoyed. We had stayed up late talking about random shit and we lost track of time. So, I just stayed over.

I still had my clothes from yesterday so I said a quick see you in a few, to Harry and dashed out of his house.

I haven't been practicing outside of practice much... I wonder how much coach will notice...

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