Harry:

"Pleasure to meet you Harry, Zayn never stopped talking about you every time we saw him. I was dying to see 'the prettiest man on earth' as he described you." Holland -Zayn's cousin- said to me, while introducing his hand for me to shake.

Wait, does he or does he not remember me?

I was seconds away from passing out, but he's here looking like he didn't recognize me.

I nodded with a pressed smile on my face, cause honestly I didn't trust my voice at this moment, he bent down to press a small kiss on my knuckles.

Yes! That's him. The same big hand, and the same lion shaped ring on his left hand.

I looked at Zayn, he was still looking the same as before, I didn't know why I thought that the nervousness I felt was somehow radiating from my body and somehow he'd feel it.

We all sat down then to start our dinner.

All of us were silent, except a few words from the girls with their cousins; Tom and Holland.

I looked at Holland again, he was eating calmly, I mean did he really not remember me? How's that even possible!

I know it was not the right time, but I felt humiliated and angry at the fact that I was that much insignificant. It was yesterday for fuck's sake.

At that moment Holland left his head up from his plate, and his eyes met mine, and he sent me a small smirk.

Shit fuck!

I darted my eyes away as fast as I could.  And focused on my plate instead.

What is going to happen now? I'm not sure how Zayn would exactly react, but I'd feel bad for the dinner table, it's looking too nice to get smashed.

Ugh! I shouldn't be thinking about the table right now.

Should I confront Holland? Asking him not to mention anything?

Or maybe I should seduce him?

This does sound like a very stupid easy idea. Very stupid.

But easy.

Anyway my dumb thoughts were cut when I felt a hand on my thigh.

"You okay darling?" Zayn asked me, while rubbing my upper thigh gently.

It was such a comforting gesture that I literally wanted to break down and tell him everything.

But I did what I usually do best, I put the mask of 'long hair don't care' on.

"Yeah, sure! Why are you asking?" Zayn, please don't draw attention to my nervous ass. I prayed in my head. And I usually don't.

"You're playing with your food while everyone else has finished eating." He uttered with a small smile.

I looked around, no one was on the table anymore, but me and him. The servants were standing nearby waiting for me to finish my dish. I zoned out for a good amount of time. Good.

"Oh, I'm done anyway." I pushed my plate away.

"Babe, you can eat some more if you want, I didn't mean to hurry you."

I looked up at him, and I literally felt like crying.

It's not that I consider this a real marriage but, it's the way he looks at me, the words he says, the way he introduces me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to him, the 'isn't he pretty?' questions...

The way he's proud of me.

I just really don't wanna disappoint him.

At this point I really felt a deep force taking me towards him, pulling me in, to those golden eyes and caring smile.

I know he looked sad this evening, and I'm aware that I don't even know why did he choose me, a stripper, with a bad reputation, to be his fiance, for real or not. 

A man with no big family name and with no wealth, a man with nothing.

Nothing.

Not even his chastity.

"Harry?" He called my name so delicately, and that all it took for me to fall into his arms, hugging him like my life depended on it.

"Woah!" He let out, but nevertheless he put his arms around me, and I started sobbing silently.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is this too much for you?" He whispered in my ear, while placing feather kisses on my temple and hair.

I didn't reply, how could I? Could I say 'no one has ever been proud of me and I don't want you to know that I fucked your cousin a day after I signed our contract'

'And I'm desperate for you, for your caring words, for your hand on my hair, for your eyes, for you.'

He told me that day.. to never do that again, to never hide something from him again.

I just fucking did.

"Do you want us to leave?" He asked and I felt like heaven broke loose.

I nodded quickly.

He looked at me like he wanna get under my skin.

"I'm usually the weird one in this relationship." He let out a laugh at me, looking worried and confused but trying to amuse himself.. maybe.

If this is his mechanism to deal with worry, I don't think it's a good one.

"Please, Zayn." I whispered, feeling my face hot from my tears.

He reached over, to wipe them away with his palm.

"Don't cry, my angel."

And I wanted to sob harder right this moment.

I've just been alone since I hit puberty, like they said it did hit me hard, not by looks but by the ugly stuff that followed, I wish I stayed a kid forever.

Even if it's in the form of fake marriage, I want affection, I'm tired of those wanting me only for my body.

I nodded softly, leaning into his hand.

"Alright babe, I need to go up to my room for a couple of minutes, then we'll leave, okay?"

I nodded again and he got up fast to go to his room.

I stared at the trees in front of me, their back yard was quite lovely, but why does it look familiar?

"I didn't think I'd see you here, Harry." A voice was heard from behind me and I turned around fast,

Holland.

I looked at him with the strongest gaze I could pull, but fuck I was sure my puffy eyes would ruin any intimidating look I wanted to give, but I tried to keep my head up. I squeezed my hands under the table, digging my nails in my palm.

"So do you wanna sneak out?" He questioned, HA like any other male.

Wait, it means he does remember me.

That's a lesson so I won't have doubts on my skills again.

"No," I shook my head.

"C'mon, I know you want my attention, you couldn't take your eyes off me all dinner." he came closer and sat beside me.

My plate was more interesting than you, dickhead. 

"No I don't. I'm engaged now."

"Engaged? You can play this game on someone who hasn't fucked your ass."

He laughed and I literally wanted to slap his face so he wouldn't be able to speak for a week, or laugh.

"It was a one time thing, now I'm with Zayn." I answered him and decided to get up so Zayn wouldn't see me sitting with him.

But the fucker held my wrist harshly.

Can people leave my wrist alone?

"Yeah, like I believe this shit about you being engaged to Zayn, it's only yesterday when you were on your knees for me."

"I don't need to explain or discuss my life with you. I don't even know you!"

"But I do know you, all your kind, you just want people to notice you." He smirked letting the ugliest sound of a chuckle with it.

If I thought he looked like Zayn, it disappeared now.

"No, I want people to want me to notice them, and apparently I succeeded with you."

I didn't know where I got those brave words from, but I said them and took my way inside the house. Feeling even more weight on my shoulder now.

I love to say a bomb and leave, like a coward yeah.

I just angered him, and humiliated him, and no way he wouldn't tell Zayn now.

Unless he's a masochist.

I mean I hope.

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A/N: I swear this is one of the weirdest chapters I've written lol.

I hope you liked it just for a bit? I'm having a cold and my head hurts so much!

Sorry I didn't reveal if Holland would tell Zayn or not so let me ask..

Do you think Holland will tell Zayn about him hooking up with Harry?

Thank you so much for reading.

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