Narrator

*PRESENT AT HARRY'S APARTMENT*

Harry's dining area, was filled with coffee mugs, round about 15 or so, Zayn's alone. Taking his last sip and penning down what ever his curly haired friend had to say he jotted down all the little details in his mini journal which he carried every where.

"From what Ive heard so far, you both were good. She clearly liked you. You were allowed at her place, you had people to cover up for you. Her sister was excessively supportive. She's a character bruv." He said explaining like a professor.

"Naomi.... She was different. She was one of a kind. Both were, Nat and Naomi, they both were made to compliment each other. One lacked confidence the other lacked patience. They knew how to handle each other." Harry explained.

"You know what, I really like how you always, end up talking about Natalie, when I raise a topic not about Natalie." Zayn smirked slyly.

"Excuse me?" Harry squinted.

"Hey, I'm not kidding." He moved forward.
"A few minutes back I started taking about Naomi, you too did start talking about her but ended up continuing the whole thing about Natalie. Blimey Harry the same thing, happens when I talk about Niall, it always ends up to Natalie. Its like you always find your way back home and she is your home." He pressed his lips together. Harry wheezed heavily.

"You still love her don't you?" Zayn questioned.
The severely inked curly haired, just stood there, not wanting to reply or rather not wanting to acknowledge the fact. He loved her beyond her knowledge, far from her understanding, ahead of her thinking, away from her sight. He knew they had lost the battle the first time, but he wanted to win her back again, he loved her even though she was out of his sight for five years. He loved her regardless, that she left him stranded. He was tethered to her, even if she can no longer perceive it. His love for her never ended. His proclivity, his inclination it was always her.

"No! I dont." He didn't mean to lie, its just he didn't know, what to say he just did lie.

"You don't?" Zayn quizzed raising his right eyebrow while biting the end of the pencil.
"Yep, I don't." Harry tried reassuring him but in vain.
"And that took you two minutes to actually say that you don't love her." He was playing smart.
"Does that bother you?" Harry tried to retort harshly.
"You know what Harold, I might be a singer by profession, but I also hold a degree in psychology by interest and I am a friend of yours by choice. I know you are lying."
"Very impressive my friend. But my word is the same. I don't love her." Harry implied stressing on the word 'Don't .'
"Dope."
Zayn pulled out his phone.
"What you up to mate?"
"Nothing much just calling Toby Sparks." He said lightly.

"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
His thought ran wild, why would he suddenly bring up work. It was a weekend and calling out the director was so out of topic.He might have lost the plot.

"To reshoot the last scene of the song, you know I feel the lighting was uneven and it didn't match our skin tones."

"No."
"Hello? Mr. Sparks." Zayn continued his call, completely ignoring Harry's existence.
"Zayn. Stop. Okay." Harry tried to catch hold of the phone, his actions clearly speaking louder than his words.
"Admit it ." He said.

"Fine."

"Say it."

"I love her. Alright. I've loved her, irrevocably and unconditionally before and I'll keep pursuing her, until I breathe my last." Harry announced.

"Yes that'll be two Mc' Chicken burgers. Thank you......You were saying?" He smirked.

He was talking to McDonald's guy. "You're an arse, nope you're a dodgy lil nutter." Harry stated. "That I am." the hazel eyed boy replied.

"But on a serious note. You've kept me awake since morning and what you've told me till now seems like the beginning of everything." He said keeping the phone down.

"It is and if you're sleepy you can go back to the room you call yours."

"It is mine. And no bruv I'm fine." Zayn said.

"You guys seem to have a fairy tale love story. What seemed to ruin your wonderland?"

"I."

A/N: short one I know....