After saying goodbye to Zayn, I rush downtown again to meet Harry at the recording studio, and I'm already late. My phone kept ringing and ringing during the drive, Twitter is being crazy by Zayn and I seen with each other at the modeling agency.

The funny part is that there's people saying that I should be with Zayn. Which makes me laugh as I pull the phone on the passenger seat again. This is crazy to think that I could actually date Zayn.

Hashtag Zenna or Henna , seriously?!

The picture of Zayn and me has been retweeting thousands times...

When I pass the main door of the studio, I can hear the music and the guys singing as I walk through the hallway. It's always surprising me the effect that it has on me to listen to them. Goosebumps under my skin and butterflies in my stomach. A few months ago I didn't even know anything about them, and now I'm like their biggest fan. I like their music, sure. But I also like them, as human beings. They're all pretty kind and fun.

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?
All my favorite conversations
Always made in the A.M

Harry's voice.

I shiver, from head to toe.

I greet the guys with a friendly smile, and shove my right hand. They're sitting on a couch, focused on Harry's singing. I send a loving gaze at Harry's behind the glass. He's wearing an audio cask, focused on the microphone in front of him. He nods when he sees me and keep doing his thing.

I sit beside Niall. Not saying anything else, as I drop my bag nearby me.

None of them seem to have seen the tweets yet, they're like in a bubble when they write and sing. I'll get trouble later, how lucky am I! The last thing I want them to think is that I went to meet Zayn, or that I chose his side. They're all pretty on edge on the subject.

The record session didn't work how they want. So they ended it earlier, a bit frustrated. They're all under pressure because now, it's just the four of them, and they want the album to hit like the others, even if Zayn has left.

During the drive home, I told Harry how I run into Zayn after my meeting, keeping to myself the talk part, and the fact that Zayn is involved in the opportunity, to be honest, he was strangely too understanding, focusing too much on the road. I guess we're getting better and working well on our trust issues here.

We drive to Harry's house. It's Saturday night. "Harry, why don't we go out tonight?" He turns his face to me, looking at me like I am a sort of an alien, landing on planet Earth.

"Come on, we never go out, I want to have fun, we can go in an underground place, don't shave, wear sunglasses, and it's gonna be fun". I state, trying to convince him.

I want to dance, I need fun. We're both 21, we need to go in a nightclub and chill, like everyone else of that age does.

After a long, convincing speech, Harry agreed to give it a try, and I'm thrilled. He's so careful about everything he does, he's forgotten that he's young and he's allowed to have proper fun.

It's almost 1 AM when we come into the rave. It's a disaffected factory. The music is booming, making my whole body vibrating. Harry's a grin on his face, and he seems glad to be here. I think he goes out of his comfort zone tonight, and it's good to see. This is exciting, it's been ages since I went to dance somewhere. Harry is wearing a black skinny jeans with holes on his knees and a black casual shirt. He looks just so attractive, as usual. Me, I dressed up with a skinny black dress, a bit short, and high heels, showing a bit of my cleavage. I wanted to look hotter than usual, because tonight is special.

The night went well, we've maintained anonymous. Thank god. The place was so crowded that no one gave a damn about anyone and it was just perfect. The situation went a bit tensed when a guy proposed me some white little pills and I said no, then another guy went to bother me a bit, he was definitely high. But I handled both situations well so, Harry became a normal young guy, even if it's just for one night.

We danced all night on electronic music and it was so liberating, we drank a bit and had so much fun. I feel that Harry enjoyed himself as well, it must have been good to him to be himself for one night and living like anyone else.

I drove us back home, because Harry drank a lot more than me. He was so wasted that I had to help him removing his too skinny jeans.

He slept like a rock all night, and I know tomorrow, our heads will kill us. But I notice a grin on his face while he's sleeping, he's fun tonight, he was free to do whatever he wants and it was perfect.

******

The next morning we both wake up with a hangover. To make it up to him, I made him some blueberry pancakes for breakfast, his favorite.

Drinking his coffee, struggling to emerge. I ask him if he could have a look on the contract that the modeling agency drafted for me. He agreed nodding with his head but the morning passed and he didn't take a look. It quite annoyed me that he didn't take it seriously. He was the one to tell me to do it in the first place. Not waiting for his help, I decide to call them on the afternoon and take Zayn's advice and demand for triple my fee. And guess what, they agreed. I can't believe it.

******

Harry's packing his stuff in the bedroom, when I hung up the phone. I sit on the messy bed and look at his beautiful face.

"So, the photoshoot, I accepted the offer" I say, while I tug my hair behind me ear.

"That's great news" he smiles, folding his clothes in the suitcase in front of him.

"It's here in LA, and it's starting in two days" We're supposed to leave for London tomorrow, if I accept the deal, I'd had to stay in LA.

"Okay, so change your plane ticket and come when you're done" he raises his head and looks at me, his green eyes focused on me.

That was easy. I can't believe he's kind enough to let me stay in his house when he's not there. He was the one to push me to take this opportunity, but he's being really supportive, and it means a lot to me.

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