"Harry, you're supposed to be doing paperwork," Zayn says, annoyed.

The quiet man looks up at Zayn, then his eyes land on me for a few moments. Zayn tenses.

"I know, I'm taking a break," Harry replies nonchalantly, "this is the girl?"

His accent is thick, but it's different than Zayn's. Harry's tattoos are scattered and clearly not well thought out on his arms, his undone top buttons revealing some on his chest also.

The room feels really uncomfortable. Harry is just staring at me and Zayn's grip on my hand is way too tight. I know he feels awkward too, especially knowing he's gonna have to leave me here with him alone.

"Yeah," Zayn replies, "my girl. Anastasia, this is Harry. Harry, this is Anastasia."

Harry smirks. "Nice to meet you, Anastasia. We'll be great friends if this fucker ever lets go of your hand."

Zayn gives Harry a look and Harry's amusement goes away immediately. Surprisingly, Zayn lets go, too. "I really gotta go. I'll be back in a little while, okay Ana? Remember what I told you."

He kisses my forehead and gives me a nod before he closes the door behind him.

I sigh.

"Over protective much?" Harry says, taking a sip from a white cup. "Never seen him act like that."

I plop down on the couch close to the window. "He worries about me a lot, that's all."

"I can see why," He says quietly, but I hear perfectly because of the low volume on the television.

"What do you mean?"

Harry clears his throat, "I shouldn't say anything, not my place."

I frown. "Say it."

"Didn't think you'd be as pretty as you are. I thought you'd be different."

"Zayn won't be too happy if he finds out you're complimenting me like that," I reply and he nods in agreement, "Thank you, though. What do you mean different?"

Harry runs a hand through his long hair. "You're just different, bold maybe. I hear a lot."

"Like what?"

"I don't know if I can say."

Something told me to assume he was talking about the things people say about me at the office, I know they also talk bad about Zayn because he's with me. It makes me sad to know he was so well liked at the office before me and now everyone's probably weird around him. But I'm curious, what exactly do they say? It's easy to tell when someone talks about you, in my case, it's even easier since there's been nothing but talk about me my entire life. Zayn understands this. I'm not even the same girl anymore, but that's harder to prove to everyone else. I have nothing to prove anyway.

But it pisses me off that Harry would even bring up the fact that he knows about me because of rumors. I wonder how much he's heard and how much Zayn has told him.

"I genuinely want to know what people say about me, you brought it up anyway, so I don't get why there's a problem all of a sudden."

He turns his chair to face me. "There isn't a problem. I'm just not sure that Zayn would want me talking about it to you, especially because it's really not my place. Don't want any problems with Zayn, you of all people, know how he is."

"I'm waiting," I cross my arms and just sit there, watching him shift uncomfortably.

"Zayn warned me you'd be persuasive, not in a bad way. Just... you kind of are. I don't know. What do you wanna know?"

"What has anyone said about Zayn and I?"

Harry shakes his head. "Lots of surprise. Most of Zayn's associates are fine with it, your dad isn't pleased... but he can't really do shit about it. Lots of people really hate you though. I hear a lot. People tell me shit because I stay quiet."

What a surprise. I know he's leaving out a lot of things, but for the most part, he confirmed what I already know. Of course people hate me, it's bound to happen when you literally ruin relationships as a hobby. That doesn't affect me, neither does my father's distaste for my relationship with Zayn.

"So why aren't you staying quiet now, Harry?"

He looks surprised at my question. "I think you're different, it's like a vibe you have. Zayn warned me about this, too."

"What did he say about me?"

Harry shakes his head, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. "I really can't say."

I stand up and take the chair close to him. "Can I bum one?"

He gives me the pack and I take one out, placing it in between my lips. Harry lights mine for me, I can feel his eyes burning into me as he does. I smirk.

"Thanks. Do you know of Zayn's ex girlfriend at the office?"

He nods yes. "Amy? Nice girl. I don't know if Zayn still talks to her, if that's what you mean."

My eyes widen. I take a deep drag, raising a brow. "They were still talking after they broke up?"

"I mean- they were together for a year, they were in California together before, they went through alot together... I don't want you to tell him I told you, okay? I don't even know why I'm telling you this, I have a feeling you're fucking with me."

"I'm not. I won't tell him anything... I just really want to know. He never talks about his past girlfriends or anything, but I'm particularly interested in her."

He sighs, "Okay, alright... Amy and Zayn were still together when they moved here. The thing is, Zayn didn't stick to just one person. Around the time you two got together, he was still with her, but not officially? Amy was devastated when she found out you were living together, especially since Zayn told her that you were going to get married last night, two nights ago? Don't remember when we went out," he chuckles, "He only calls her to fuck with her."

"You're friends, aren't you?" I try to keep a straight face, but in reality I'm fuming at everything he's just told me. "He saw her that night?"

"Amy and I? Sort of. She's a nice girl, Anastasia... She's kind." Harry takes a deep breath, "I don't know if he saw her or not."

In just that particular moment, with that sick nausea in my stomach, Zayn opens the door. He smiles at me immediately and I just feel out of place again.

I stand up from my spot to greet him, ignoring Harry's prying eyes. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder.

"I missed you," he whispers, "Ready to get home?"

I only stay wrapped in his arms as Harry turns his attention to the TV again, "Thanks for keeping her company, Harry. I owe you one."

"No problem, man. No problem at all."