"Breaking news
Yesterday,  a girl identified as Clarissa Simmons was in a heart wrenching car accident. It appeared as the breaks on her matte black Audi were snapped and caused her to crash. Witnesses say that the car bursted into flames, when she made contact with the eleven foot brick wall. There is no trace of-"

Harry quickly shut off his television, and stared at the blank white wall. Was it a coincidence that everyone he hooked up with died at least a day later? He began shaking and blinked away the tears that were blurring his vision, refusing to cry over one of his suspicions.He over thinks way too much, that was a reason why he had to see a therapist and talk everything out. But sad for him, his 'therapist' never listened to him, nobody did.

Harry thought that a nice latte would get rid of his bad nerves, so he made his way over to Starbucks, trying to forget that Clarissa once worked at Starbucks. He pulled open the glass doors and that familiar scent of coffee hit his nostrils, bringing a small smile to his face. Harry loved Starbucks...and another male in the back corner knew that as well.

He stared at Harry hungrily, as if he were the last piece of bacon on the table. Lucky for him, Harry didn't notice his hungry stare, and took a seat in the booth on the other side of the cafe, after he ordered. Oh how he wanted to marry that kid someday and claim him as his. He knew that he'd be the number one reason for Harry's happiness, he knew that he could treat Harry right.

"Zayn Malik?"

He retrieved from his seat and looked up to see Harry looking at him with a frown etched on his face. Zayn swallowed the last of his courage, and instead of getting his coffee, he walked over to Harry, looking like a predator catching his prey. In a way, Zayn was a predator. Harry noticed the way that the strange man made his way over to himself, with this look on his face. It looked as if he was frightened, but then happy at the same time.

"May I help you? You were staring at me, " Zayn announced in his smooth Bradford accent. Harry bit his lip and looked down at the receipt that he was holding and shook his head. Harry didn't understand why he came up to him in the first place.

"You just—I saw you here yesterday, " Harry said and put his face in his hands, hiding his red face. Zayn smirked to himself and took a seat across from Harry, congratulating himself for being this close to the love of his life.

"And.. What's wrong with that? " , Zayn questioned quietly and peeked at Harry's face through his pale hands. He wanted so badly to remove those hands and look into his bright green eyes while telling him 'you're beautiful '. Harry's head snapped up when he finally noticed how close the man's voice was to him. He looked over to the spot where he once was, until his eyes landed in front of him.

Harry jumped back and nervously laughed, ignoring the urge to vomit. He was feeling queasy for some reason—like this man was going to do something to him.

"I uh—I actually have someone who's going to sit there, " Harry lied quietly and took in the man's features. His hair was jet black and styled up high, he had perfect tan skin and a sharp jawline. Harry's green eyes slowly moved up until they observed the long scar from his right eyebrow to his hairline. He didn't think too much of it, but he still wondered how that got there.

"It's not nice to lie Harry, " Zayn whispered with a mischievous grin on his. Harry swallowed the forming lump in his throat and looked away.

Who was this man?

"H—how do you know my name? " Harry stuttered, not daring to look back at the man who was trembling at the question.

"You uh—you told me yesterday when I bumped into you. I have a way or remembering things, " Zayn explained and folded his hands in front of himself.

"Zayn Malik? Where's Zayn Malik? " Before Harry could speak again, Zayn's name was repeated, hinting that he needed to grab his coffee. Zayn stood up and dusted away infinitesimal lint pieces that were sticking to his black shirt.

"That's me, see you around Harry. "

Harry only gave him a fake smile in return, feeling unsteady. "Zayn Malik, " he murmured to himself and looked at the man take his coffee and walk out of the building.

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10/10/17

He's so beautiful! I want him to be mine already, but I guess he's too perfect for me. Hell, he is perfect.
But this month... I know he'll fall for me, and on Halloween he'll for sure be with me.
Harry Edward Styles... You are the love of my life and I won't give up on you.

- Zayn Malik

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@/N : lol this is random  , buh how old do you guys think I am ?