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"What happened to you????? Didn't you sleep last night?" He said.

Sleep, one needs to feel sleepy in order to sleep. one needs to have peace of mind in order to sleep, but after what Zayn said to her, Natalie had lost it completely, how did  he even know about Harry and herself. Did harry have something to do with this? But how could he know?
Harry didn't  mean anything to her or so she thought, or was it the other way around she never meant anything to him. He only used her for his misogynistic satisfaction and let her crumple down and become a sore hearted distressed damsel. Natalie thought she cared to much, for him, enough to make her stand at the juncture she was right now. He left her stranded , with a thousand mutilated chunks of her soul. Maybe she asked for too much from him, maybe she invested too much in that relation, that it still haunted her after all these years.

"Nat were you up all night??", this question breaks the intellection and coherence within herself. This voice didn't belong to Harry, it belonged to the other green eyed lad. It was Grant.

"What?" Natalie grumbles, her voice raspy as ever due to the twenty minutes sleep she had last night.

"Why didn't you sleep?", Grant questioned. "I didn't feel like, I hate being alone in this big apartment you know it."

"Nat, I left you here last night after dinner, and trust me you were sitting here the same way you are now. Is everything alright? Are you upset about something? Is it insomnia again."
Natalie had been a convalescent victim of insomnia, for the past four years, running away from her problem didn't make them disappear completely. Those disputes preyed upon her every night, until Grant helped her get into therapy.

"Grant, I said I'm fine!!!!" Natalie didn't want to end up going to therapy again, hence she had to cover up.
She wasn't fine. She lied. She had been up all night just thinking what had happened all over again. Reminiscing every single bit of it every single feeling she felt it back then, feeling it all over again. How that curly haired lad made her feel, how she was always content being in his arms , being around him, getting mesmerized by his cheeky smile. But all memories always led her to the path of catharsis, all now she ever wanted was ablution from these memories.

"Okay, I got to leave for my shoot. If you have work today, can you please come back soon?" Grant requested.

Natalie felt horrendous treating Grant in such a fashion, she didn't want to be impolite, not with him, but eventually all she does nowadays is over react to everyting. At times Natalie's awestruck to how calmly Grant attends her.

"I'll be at home, it's a weekend. " she tried to be polite.

"Lucky you. Bye." He held her petite face in his hefty hands and pecked her on her forehead.

She started scribbling on her note book again.
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*Flashback*

Natalie's POV

"Were you up all night?" Harry whispered softly in my ears his voice as smooth as silk.

"Yeah. I was." I replied as grumpy as a bear.

"Why ???" Harry continued to whisper, holding me by my shoulder, while his left hand grabbed my right one, and his thumb made comforting circles on my wrist.

"Gggggggoooooooddddddd mmmoooorrrrrnnniiinn." Naomi almost fell over Harry and myself nearly pushing us in the ground.

"Naomi ..... woah woah woah woah.... Jr. Peter's what's wrong ."

"Slll slll slll."

"Give her to me." Niall suggested.

"Here take your treasure." Harry giving Naomi to Niall looked at me and said, "What were you guys exactly doing last night?"

"We were preparing......"
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The bell rang I had to break away from my chain of thoughts.

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"Ma'am, there's parcel for you." "Thank You."
Closing the door. I opened the parcel. Where in it was written, "I'VE GOT A PRESENT FOR YOU."