The guys drove me home, on their way to Harry's house, and I felt exhausted, so I remained slumped on the backseat during the drive, not saying anything. No one talked, we all kept quiet, a heavy silence filling the car.

It was like the whole energy I had in my body had been drained. After the fight, I took Harry's hand in charge and put some ice on it. As I wanted to become a doctor someday, I was able to take care of his injured hand quickly and easily. It didn't seem broken, and it would be painful for a few days, so it was a relief.

But I felt terrible.

I felt terrible because Harry lost control over something foolish, and he could have been hurt, or get himself into trouble.

Zach had always been a jerk, a dork, dumbass etc... the list of names could be very long and we'd spend the night here... I think you get the point.

We went to high school with him, and Harry should have known that he was just a loser.

He always hits on me when he comes to the pub, and he had never been that threatening, I'd handled it every time, so it'd have been the same tonight.

Harry has his temper, I knew that. Most people think he's such a sweetheart, because they don't know this side of him, but you seriously don't want to mess with him. He's mostly calm, but if you keep bugging him... You won't do it twice.

However, I'd never seen him being angry to easily, and so fast. Besides, I could get into trouble with my boss. He hated that people fought into his pub, because he didn't want to have a bad reputation.

Okay, sometimes Harry plays the over protective brother with me. That dickhead of Zach could press charges, for revenge, because now that Harry was famous, it would make the headlines in a matter of seconds... and he would enjoy it for sure.

**

Saying my goodbyes to the guys, I entered my house lazily, and headed to my room.

After removing my make-up and taking a quick shower, I got ready to bed, pulling on my white tank top and grey cotton pair of shorts, as my pajamas, before slipping myself under the covers. Letting the hot sparkling water running over my tensed body helped a lot.

It felt extremely relaxing to lay down on my mattress. Overstretching my arm, I turned off the lights from the lamp set on the nightstand and tried to find some sleep.

But I couldn't sleep.

My eyes remained opened, and I just stared at the window, enjoying the dim light coming from the moonshine, and the light breeze blowing slightly through the light curtain.

That's the worse, when you're exhausted, but can't find sleep...

Vicious circle. I kept replaying the whole scene for too long. And it was still stressing me out.

To be honest, something deep down inside me was telling me that, maybe, Harry was kind of jealous. First, he was dating his super model Kendall, and she was there, in his very own home. But the fact that he came to sleep with me... I don't know.

It'd be stupid to think so. There was no reason. He was probably just drunk and got mad.

For my own sanity I shouldn't overthinking this.

Finally, I ended up falling asleep of exhaustion. I couldn't stay awake at a point, and thankfully I rested a bit. Those three weeks would be crazy at work because of the UEFA EURO, there will be a lot of games, and customers, all day long, because the pub played every single game.

I woke up at ten the next morning, I needed a lot of sleep, and I felt much better after getting some proper rest.

My shift was started at three in the afternoon, it'd let me plenty of time to do whatever I want, and I was grateful for not sleeping too late.

Eating a quick breakfast, I jumped in my sneakers and changed in my running outfit. A quick jog would help a lot to clear my head and eliminate the bad effects of all the stress I had last night.

So, grabbing my keys, a small bottle of water, I headed in the streets and start to exercise. My headphones on the ears, I pressed my thumb on my One Direction playlist. It might be weird for them to listen to their own music, but I love their songs, so... let's be a Directioner for the next hour.. From Up all night, Drag me Down, Little white lies, to Eighteen etc... I hummed while running, shaking my head a bit sometimes, as I was enjoying the song, and following the rhythm.

I was killing my ass off, and arriving downtown, which wasn't that far from my house though, when I ran into Gemma. Hoping she hadn't seen me, as she was wearing her black sunglasses, and seemed busy, I turned my heels to avoid her. I didn't need this, it was supposed to clear my head, not to bring more knots.

"Emma" I heard Gemma calling me name.

Here we go...

"Hey, Gemma" I said smiling to her, stretching my right leg. Was she really talking to me? or was I hallucinating, I should probably drink some water to hydrate my brain because it wasn't working well... Put a cross on the calendar guys!

I stopped from running, in front of her, sweating, taking a deep breath to slow my heartbeat.

"Coffee?" she offered, she was about to get one at the coffee shop at that side of the pavement. This was surprising me a lot, but how could I say no? To Gemma, and to the coffee?

"Sorry for interrupting your workout" she said, as she sat in front of me at the table, her coffee in her right hand. She set her bag and stuff on the back of the chair and put her phone on the table.

Then, an awkward silent appeared, and we could hear bees flying...

I took a sip of coffee, hoping it would give me some comfort, strength, didn't really know what I exactly needed at the moment...

"Look, Harry talked to me..." she started to mumble. She looked embarrassed, quite lost, like she didn't know how to start, and I didn't know how to follow either.

He did? My heart started to pound faster.

My eyes opened wide, and she cleared her throat before keeping going. I didn't interrupt.

"I'll go straight to the point, I'm sorry for acting like a bitch" I thought I choked on my café latte when she spat that. It was coming out of the blue to me.

But no words were able to come out of my mouth, so she continued. "I really thought that you cheating on Harry with Zayn, he never mentioned it was false, so I believed it."

Did Harry tell her everything, or just that? Because I didn't know, I just nodded and didn't bring the fact that HE cheating on me with a fan, was the real reason we broke up last summer.

"I'm so sorry, Em, I just want to make it up to you" she added, eyebrows narrowed. She pleaded me with her eyes, she looked truly sincere.

But I couldn't help it.

"It was rumors Gemma, even the guys didn't believe it, that fucking picture was photoshoped." I needed her to know how hurt I'd been. The fact that SHE could believe I'd done such a thing had hurt my feelings very badly.

"I needed you this year, and you turned your back on me, so easily... it was confusing" I added. She couldn't get off so easily with this.

"I know, and again, I feel awful, but after that Zayn left the band, and you cheating, it was such a betrayal to me, Harry was such in a bad place... I don't know." She sighed, and seemed confused like she was replaying the whole thing in her head to try to find some sense.

I got it, she was protecting her brother, even if I was the target, I understood her.

"It's fine" I took a sip of my coffee again. It had to come to an end, we were not in high school anymore to keep acting like this. She made amends, so I decided to forgive her and move on. It was painful to know that she could think so low about me, but it was the past.

"So, how is everything for you?" she asked carefully, now she was walking on eggshells, and the way she played with her mug between her hands making it twirled, showed how discomfort she was.

"You mean about college?" I raised an eyebrow, and she tilted her head to look at me in the eyes. "Nothing new, it's over" I sighed. Thanks for reminding me that I'd never get the degree I'd dreamed of.

"Keep dreaming Em" she added, and I was surprised when she put her hand on mine, caressing it softly.

"No worry, I'm okay with this now". I simply said. It wasn't my favorite topic, so I hoped she would drop it. Even if her gentle gesture warmth my heart a little bit.

"So, I need to go home, finish my training and going to work" I said, standing up. She nodded and followed me, her coffee in hand. "Looking forward to seeing you Em, soon" she told me, sincere, insisting on soon, to let me know she wanted me around much. "Sure, see you around" and I shoved my hand at her, passing the door before starting to jog again.

**

The encounter with Gemma went well. I felt my heart slighter because of her apologizing. It wouldn't take long for things go back to normal with her, and I was so happy about it.

Knowing that being with the guys and her without being awkward will ease everything.

It was almost noon, when I got home after my jogging, so I decided to take some time for myself before going to work.

After taking a long ass hot shower, I felt definitely relax.

Making myself a lunch, I put myself on the couch on the living room and turned on the flat TV screen, hanging against the wall on the opposite side of the room. With the remote in hands, I kept changing channels to find something to watch and fell on Devious Maids. I loved that show, so it'll be okay. Food, couch, TV, chilling. Perfect right?

Because, my shift started pretty soon, I recharged my batteries and took all the energy and strength that I needed to live through this night by unwinding myself. My mother was at work, so I was alone.

While I was watching the latest episode, I couldn't help but worrying about Harry's hand. Weighing the pros and cons, I grabbed my phone which was put on the glass coffee table, in front of the couch I was laying on, in my loose white tee shirt and black leggings. I didn't want to baby him, but I thought that at least, I should text him, showing him how sorry I am for him, and taking some news.

Unlocking the screen, I started to write:

>> To Harry:

Hey H, just wanted to know how your hand's doing? Xx E

After a couple of minutes, my phone rang, I had received a text. Harry had responded me.

<< From Zayn:

Hi love, I'm in town. Hope we could meet up. Zayn

My jaw dropped, and raised an eyebrow as I put my plate on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen for a few seconds, to be sure Zayn texted me.

Zayn and I remained friends, even if he had left One Direction. Actually, we became pretty close this past year. Okay, let's say it, we even slept together once in a while, but it we weren't in a relationship. That was after the break up with Harry of course.

After leaving the band, Zayn had been through a lot. Leaving the band wasn't easy, and he definitely didn't make the best decisions when he ditched the guys on the media. They didn't deserve the betrayal. They already had to deal with saving the band on their own, and not deal with Zayn's shitty confessions. I think he thought the guys would be more understanding about his decision to make his own music, but it didn't happen, and their friendships just fall apart.

It was like thunder for the fandom when the news came out.

People were so worried that the band would split at that time. And actually it almost happened. They were so mad, upset. They thought they were getting along well altogether, and suddenly he just slammed the door on their faces.

The guys didn't appreciate at all, that he put everything they worked so hard for in jeopardy.

But they didn't want to give up.

They didn't want to disappoint the fans, and the people who had surrounded them during all those years.

So they worked hard and recorded an album, just the four of them. Made in the AM.

And damn, they were so right to pursue, because when they released Drag Me Down, in the middle of the night, and beat all records and expectations, it was number one right away...

Anyways, of course, I wanted to see Zayn, but because of the guys were in town as well, I didn't know... So, I decided not to answer for now, I'd just have to think about it first.

**

Please, no more drama.

**

The bar was already packed and it was still very early, but as they were several games since the beginning of the afternoon, it wasn't a surprise. A lot of guys came to chill with their friends and drink beer, a lot.

"So, you didn't answer to Zayn yet?" Hannah asked, taking a sip of her cocktail, that I'd made for her, sitting on the tool at the opposite side of the wooden counter. I made it light with alcohol because it was still early. She came very often to the pub, because she thought it was very convenient to have a friend who could do proper cocktail with discounts...

"No, what would happen if one of them sees us?" I said, drying some glasses after washing them. I couldn't take that risk. They didn't see each other anymore, and I didn't think it would end well. She just nodded, agreeing with me, letting me know I'd made the wise decision.

"I thought Harry's girlfriend was one of his ex-girlfriend friend?" she talked to herself out loud. Thanks for remembering this. She was always knowing all those people stuff.

"So, are you confused by the fact that Harry is back?" She raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on her face. She was obviously enjoying this. It was very entertaining to her, my story with Harry was the best show ever to her...

"To be honest, I was, at first. But since I broke up with Ben, I feel that I just need casual things, not being in a relationship" she was all ears. "I can't commit to anyone, I'm just not ready for something called a couple, it's too much pressure, too much trouble, too much drama".

"That's such a piece of BS" she snapped, smirking while she said that.

"What?" I asked, but I got interrupted by a customer.

After pouring him a pint of beer, I got back to Hannah.

"You and Harry will end up in bed, I could bet my life on it" she grinned, playing with the straw on her glass.

"You're annoying you know" I narrowed my eyebrows. "It won't happen this time." I added, firm, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to convince her, or myself?

"And you love me because of that" she said proudly, straightening herself, showing her chest.

"True" I smiled at her, as I leaned against the counter.

"As I said, nothing serious, only fuck buddies" she smiled widely at my choice of words.

"ewww" she said, rolling her eyes, "you, naughty girl. Someone needs to get laid!".

"Shut up" she was saying this too loud in my opinion... I looked at the people around us but they were focused on the screens. There were ten minutes left before the game ends, and their team had to score if they wanted to qualify for the rest of the competition, so they were very busy, and didn't care about my business.

Yes, I like football.

"Oh come on, Ben is gone for months now, I have the right to have fun." she laughed and wiggled her eyebrows.

"I agree, but remember that the only fuck buddies you have is either Harry, or Zayn" she made a point.

A good point.

"See, you'll end up in bed with him" she added, firmly this time.

"Harry doesn't even know I was dating someone" I said. I didn't really have the time to tell anyone, it was over the next second. Thank god I didn't bring that up.

I sighed, she was right. That was my luck... Harry was obviously not an option. And Zayn would leave town soon, and I won't get the chance to see him, so...

"Poor girl" she nudged my arm as she laughed.

"So, Zayn it is" she wiggled her eyebrows, she was way too excited about this.

"I'm in a terrible position right?" I sighed, kind of defeated.

"Not yet" she burst into laughter., and I followed her... Damn that girl is silly.

"Ohhhh, shut up!" I threw her the towel I had in hand. "Hey!!" she yelled, faking an angry face.

**

The night kept going, and I was killing my ass at work, it was so packed and busy. I couldn't tell the amount of beer that the customers had drunk, but it was definitely a lot.

"Glad you two are here" Harry's raspy voice coming from behind me, and Hannah. I was pouring some beers and Hannah drinking quietly when he showed up. He didn't mention coming by tonight, well he didn't answer my text at all, so...

"Hey Harry" Hannah hugged him, to greet him, and I slightly frowned. Yeah... I know!

We both shook our head to say hi, because I was behind the counter, doing my bartender thing.

"I just came by to give you this" we looked confused while Harry was digging something from his back pocket of his black skinny jeans. He was so hot wearing a black open up button shirt, and his hair was loose. The way he pushes it back of his face is always entertaining... Can't say I don't like his bun nonetheless.

"What is it?" I asked. He handed a paper to Hannah, and she just started to yell, scream, hoop, squeal, everything... She freaking lost her mind.

"What the heck?" she was now giggling, screaming, with a huge grin on her face, and hugging him, again? Was that really necessary?

Then, she turned around to face me, finally, to tell me what's have bitten her. "He got us Shawn Mendes tickets!!!!!"

The same smile as Hannah's appeared on my face.

"No way!" I said, loudly, grinning, eyes wide opened.

Hopping up the counter, I was now on their side of the pub. Grabbing the piece of paper from Hanna's hand to see it myself, and yeah, it was damn true! "Oh Harry, thank you so much" I hugged him tight to thank him, that meant a lot to us.

"I pulled some strings and made some phone calls" he smiled, showing his cute dimples. "That's why I didn't answer your text, I was busy." He said afterward, kind of apologizing.

"No problem, you're forgiven" I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You two get a room" Louis voice said. He was there too? He had always been on team Emma and Harry, not in Hendall... But he had to stop those comments at a point.

I pulled apart from Harry's grip, his arm was wrapping my waist.

"You know what, it's my round, go sit, and I'll bring you beers!" They all smiled and headed to a booth, cheerfully.

Harry was about to leave, but I grabbed his forearm.

"How's your hand?" I asked, as I noticed the bandage. He turned around.

"Better, nothing too bad" he said, taking a look at it, and showing it to me.

"Good" I answered, relieved, and my eyes locked his...

"Stay for a while, it's my treat" I offered, and jump over the counter again, to go back to my business, and poured him a beer.

**

After a while, I took a little break and went to sit with Louis, Harry, and Hannah.

We were chatting.

Louis showed us some new pictures of Freddie. Briana will bring him in two days, I could hide my excitement to finally meet his little lad. It was impressive to see how time flies and how people changes, because I couldn't believe when I see how Louis is now responsible, it makes me laugh. I smoke my first joint with Louis ! And a lot of them afterwards. He was such a junkie at some point... And now he had replaced his marijuana picture of his phone screen by one of Freddie's.

Such a grown up this Lou!

Well, we were having fun when Hannah, pinched my high, and hit my feet, with a worry look on her face.

"Hum, yeah?" I asked her, cautiously, trying to whisper in a room full of people. Why did she had to hit me?

"Emma" she first said.

"Yeah?" what was wrong with her. That was a first that she couldn't speak!

"We've a situation here" Hannah looked at the entrance of the pub.

"What?" I asked again, and tilted my head to look at what she was watching.

So, she turned her head, and I followed.

"Oh god."

"Hum" she followed.

A tall muscular guy, wearing a black leather jacket, with very dark hair, brown eyes and incredible eyelashes just passed the door, making every girl turned their head in his direction.

Zayn.

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