I’ve found him.
He was looking away from me. So focused on what he was looking at that he didn’t even notice me coming.
Huh.
I had to pat his shoulder for him to know I was there.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Zayn, Look, Nothing happened--” I tried to explain but he cut me off.
“You don’t have to explain to me Kara. It’s obvious that it’s none of my business, I’m really sorry.”
“But—“
“We should go. They might be looking for us.”
And he got away with it.
But was it really what he wanted?
Why did he look so upset?
Maybe---
No. That’s impossible.
I lost the train of thought when someone touched my face.
Harry Styles was already in front of me.
“Are you okay? I’ve been looking all over for you. I’ve searched all the streets of London just to find you!”
“Huh?” We were looking for Zayn, right?
“She found me. I’m sorry for acting so careless earlier.” Zayn apologized.
“It’s okay, lad. Been there, done that.” But he wasn’t looking at Zayn, but at me. He gave me a cheeky smile.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and change?” Harry said to Zayn. “You’re luggage came earlier.
“What?” I gasped.
“All of us are living under the same roof for one week.”
“Excuse me, When you say all of us?....” I asked.
“Yes, that includes you.”