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"I don't think I can do this" I muttered under my breath, "this is a bad idea".

"No, you are doing this now!" Zara spoke with finality.

She nudged me, I turned to the direction she was eyeing from the waiting area couch we were seated on. There he was, dressed in a black crisped suit, speaking over the phone. He was turned in the opposite direction, his back to us, not complaining here! Speaking to his personal assistant, from the look on his face I assumed there was something wrong.

Oh, did I mention that his PA was a guy? Now everyone, the female population in other words, who doesn't know about my relationship asked me, they said and I quote 'A guy? Harry's hot, why won't he have a female personal assistant, I can personally fill up for that position,' and gave me those dreamy eyes. Yeah, no thanks!

But the initial Secretary was a blonde woman of mid-twenties, who often sported Harry suggestive glances or coy smile, anyone from a two-meter distance knew she was trying to hit on him and when she did the same with me around him, that's was when I lost my patience, that was our first fight and Harry discreetly transferred her to another branch, but the whole male PA idea, was Zara's, and I loved it.

"Go, talk to him," Zara urged me out of my memory lane.

I gave her a look but complied, we drove two hours for my childhood town, the very first thing this morning was for this, I need my man and I knew it.

Gathering all the confidence I could muster, I walked towards him but stopped a foot behind, inhaling a huge amount of courage and a thumbs up from my best friend, I spoke loudly, here goes nothing.

"Hey girlfriend!"

Harry turned in my direction in a flash, his grey eyes dilating in shock and confusion, and in a minute or two, his eyes came into understanding and displayed the one emotion I'm a sucker for, love. There goes my confidence, the nervousness rushed back in and I was momentarily tongue-tied.

We stared at each other, none of us breaking the silence, we were too scared to ruin the moment, one wrong word and it's going down the dumps.

But this is us, Harry and Aini, we survived the storm, we can survive the peace that comes after it too, together.

Harry decided to break the spell and said, "Hey boyfriend," and just like that, I knew we were fine.

When Zara said we need to find the mystery behind my dreams, I didn't know we need to go have some quality time with my mother, who knew nothing about my dreams or foreseeing, she was busy in my childhood, learning the ropes of business but Anne knew about it, she was the paternal figure who was there for me all the time I break with the mishaps of my visions.

We were driving to our mom's place in my car, filling Harry with everything he missed in the between, he was mad, to say the least. Mostly, he was mad at me for breaking up with him but when I told him about Zara and how she was seated behind us on the very vehicle, he first gave me that stink eye and then tried to concentrate on the memories of Zara.

So now, I was driving and Harry was seated on the passenger's seat, eyes closed and concentrating on how to see Zara, he was sad, they were like siblings, the fact that he wasn't able to communicate with Zara broke him but he was trying to find happiness, solacing himself that Zara was here and out of the wicked witch's hold.

I was five minutes away from my street but the traffic was holding us up, I took Harry's hand in mine, he needed me. I caught a movement on the sidelines from my peripheral vision, a familiar shade of dark brown hair, I stared at the sight.

It was him.

He was the guy from the dream, he was the one supposed to save Zara from the accident.

"A, you okay? You look pale," I heard Zara ask, worried.

"He was the guy who's supposed to save you," I choked out the words, pointing in his direction.

Harry looked at me worried about what I said, it was still hard for him to wrap his mind that his girlfriend was able to talk to his sister and not him, but from what I said, he knew there was something wrong. He rubbed small soothing circles on my entwined hand.

"Maybe it was a co-incident, in your dreams, I mean maybe he was just passing by that day" Harry inferred, looking at me and the seat behind us.

It can be, it can be coincident but I wondered why my mind was telling me otherwise?

"We need to follow him" Zara instructed, from the tone, I assume we have the same wavelength.

I took a reverse and parked the car on the sidelines, Zara magically appeared out of the car, keeping tracks on the mystery man.

I tried to get out but Harry interlinked our hands and uttered, "together," I nodded at him, and we all started to follow the guy. It was nice to have company, I was glad that Zara made me patch up with Harry, I made a mental note to thank her later.

The mystery guy in a navy blue suit walked down the street and entered the medical store, we stood at the end of the sidelines, the insides of the store were visible from its glass doors. 

"He's hot, I wouldn't have minded him for a boyfriend," commented my crazy friend.

"I think he is a part of a mafia gang," I tagged along, Harry shook his head in amusement but kept quiet, he knew our banter, "but yeah, he is hot, banging hot".

Harry pulled my hair in annoyance, his caveman tendencies peeking behind the stages, I missed this so I playfully stuck my tongue out and kept perving at our supposed mafia leader.

Harry looped his hands around my shoulders from behind and growled slowly in my ear, "you're mine! Breakup or not".

"Alright caveman," I gave in and pecked his other hand which was entwined in mine, which relaxed him and Zara made a gagging gesture.

The mystery gang leader walked out of the store with a paper bag parcel and walked a little further in the road, this path was familiar to me, there was a music store, a restaurant, and a hospital by the end of this street.

He stopped by the restaurant and my stomach rumbled, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday night, Zara dragged me here straight from my bed, giving me the very minimum time to shower and get dressed, pretty sadistic!

He took something from his suit pocket, I couldn't make what it was from the place we were standing and disposed of it in the trash bin that's placed on the sidelines of the restaurant.

With a wary look, he searched for something in the place and walked in the direction of the hospital.

Zara tiptoed on the road, hiding behind the wall of a building when I and Harry hid when the mystery leader turned in our direction, and for crying out loud, Zara was invisible to everyone except me, why was she acting like a comedian.

"You're dead Ze, why are you hiding?" I huffed out in annoyance when we knocked ourselves in the name of discretion.

"You're right," she mustered out, probably just realizing the reality. Her face was contorted in sadness and I felt guilt stab through me, but it disappeared in a minute and her mission look- straight face, and chin high returned, just like that she was back to work, but I need to apologize to her later.

We stopped by the trash can and peeked inside, "it's a syringe," Harry acknowledged with a grim face.

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Word count - (1350 excluding A/N)

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Hey guys, so do you like the chapter?

Any complaints?

We've got Zara and Harry both back!!! Yay! I will have a complete detailed chapter about Harry and Aini's patch-up after the ONC's, so this is it for now.

I'm planning on making this book into two parts, book 1 will be submitted to the ONC and after the end of it, I will publish Book 2, wait for it loves!

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