"Stella, you okay?" Harry whispers in my ear, snapping me out of the trance and I blink rapidly before uttering a small 'yeah'. My eyes are still fix on the beauty in front of me thinking if he's even real. When I'm done checking him out, I realize that Zayn's eye brows are drawn together and he's staring at me with his lips slightly parted. I shift uncomfortably in my place, cursing at myself for gawking at him so openly, he must've noticed.

"Shit, are you real?" Zayn mutters as he take long strides to reach where I'm standing. When he's barely at foot's distance, he stops. His eyes running all over my face and then down my body before he looks back up in my eyes.

I frown at his question, why is he asking me that. I'm the one supposed to ask that from him. He's the one who looks like a Greek God, not me.

"You two are scaring me with this staring contest." Harry speaks up beside me causing my attention to turn towards him. "I think, I should give you two a little time alone. I'm gonna go put the food in the microwave, must've turned cold." He says, letting go of my hand and nodding in Zayn's direction whose still staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed. What the hell is wrong with him, have I grown two heads or something?

Once Harry is out of our sight, I clear my throat, shifting my weight on one foot, standing in front of Zayn awkwardly. I'm not sure what to say or even if I'm supposed to say anything. His face is giving nothing away about what he's thinking and it is making me extremely uncomfortable. Moments pass just like this, the silence is way too awkward and for the first time on forever, I wish that Harry was here.

When I'm hundred percent sure that he is not going to start the conversation, I decide to take it upon myself to initiate it.

"Laura." I say in a small voice, nervously bringing my hand forward for him to shake.

I watch as Zayn takes in a sharp breath, looking down at my hand before he looks back up with a disgusted expression.

"Stella, Laura, I don't fucking care anymore. I made a huge mistake by trusting her and I'm not doing it again." He snaps causing me to flinch at his sudden harshness. Woah. He lightly bats at my hand, letting me know that he doesn't want to be polite enough to shake it and I quietly lower it, letting it rest by my side.

"Listen to me and listen carefully." Zayn speaks up again, his voice cold and threatening, "I don't know what you're playing at but if Harry gets hurt again, I'll make sure to kill you by myself." I gasp at his words, taking a step back away from him. Can he not see I'm also a victim here or does he also have some anger issues like Harry?

I want to scream at him that such a nasty mouth doesn't go with his handsome face and he's a dumb bastard but before I can utter even a single word, footsteps sound in my ear causing me to look over my shoulder only to find Harry entering the living room with a huge tray in his hand.

"Thought you two will like to eat here rather than the dining room." Harry says as he walks towards the table and sets the tray there.

"Sure, man. You know us better than anyone else." Zayn says his voice suddenly normal, not sounding threatening at all like it was just a few seconds ago. A gasp escapes my mouth when I feel him wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to his side.

I hesitantly turn my head in his direction, my eyes wide at his sudden friendly attitude. He raises his eyebrows when i look at him, a smile tugging on his lips and I feel like rolling my eyes and push him away from me because not just so long ago he didn't even want to touch my hand.

"Why are you two still standing there, eh? Come on." Harry's voice causes me to look back at him, a smile tugging on his lips as well. Is he not jealous that Zayn has an arm around who he think is his girlfriend's shoulder?

Harry switches on the television and on cue Zayn removes his arm from my shoulders and walks towards the couches. I watch as he plops down on one and picks up the can of beer from the table, popping it open, he brings it to his mouth and gulps down some of it before he looks back at me.

"Are you planin' to stand there for the rest of your life, love?" Zayn says with a chuckle and I scoff, amazed by how great he is at putting up a fake act. It's like he never threatened me just a few minutes ago.

Reluctantly I walk towards the couches and decide to sit away from both Zayn and Harry, sitting myself down on the single couch which is placed beside the one on which the two of them are sitting, mentally praying that Harry won't force me to sit between them, the only space available on their couch.

"What, you don't want to sit next to Zayn? I thought the two of you would have a lot to talk about." Harry says and I want to curse and pull at my hair, not knowing why God always decides to do what I don't want. If shit like this will continue, I definitely will lose the weak faith I have left.

"I'm good right here. Just want to look at him, still can't believe he's actually sitting here in front of me." I reply cunningly, hoping that it's good enough for Harry to let me be.

He shrugs at my answer, picking up a beer for himself as well, I steal a glance at Zayn and find a smirk tugging on his lips. Holy hell. I gulp and look away immediately, no matter how much of an ugly mouth he has, I can't deny how attractive he looks while smirking. I just can't believe how attractive Harry's friends are. First Luke then Niall and now this guy.

To say that Stella was a lucky woman to have stunning and loving boyfriend like Harry and being friends with all these hot blokes, won't be wrong.

"Are you just going to stare at us or will you eat something?" Harry's question makes my cheeks to heat up, realizing that I'm staring at him. I immediately look down at the tray full of food lying on the table. There are two pot pies, a bowl full of nachos and a cheese sauce to go with it then there's two more cans of beer and a small water bottle.

I shuffle forward and pick up the bowl of nachos and the sauce, placing them on my thighs. My mouth waters at the sight of it and I realize that I really am hungry. Picking up one nacho, I dip it into the sauce and put it into my mouth, I chew it quickly before popping another into my mouth, loving how great they taste.

The ringing of cell phone sounds in my ear and Zayn shuffles in his place before taking out the mobile from the pocket of his jeans. He looks at the screen and smile before looking out at Harry and mouthing before.

" 'Sup, dude?" He speaks into the phone cheerfully and waits for the person on the other side to talk.

"Uh huh...Yeah." He says looking at his wrist watch and nodding his head. Getting bored of hearing one sided conversation, I decide to focus on the task at hand, eating.

After a few minutes Zayn hangs up, tossing the phone on the table, he turns

towards Harry with a grin.

"There's a party at Li's, tonight." He tells him, darting his eyes towards me for a second before looking back at Harry with one of his eyebrow raised.

"And?" Harry asks with a shrug, taking another gulp of his beer.

"You should come, Harry. You haven't been to party since.." I see as Harry tenses in his place at his words and Zayn leaves his sentence unfinished, probably because Harry's sudden change of posture.

Harry looks at me with his jaw clenched and I immediately drop the nacho in my hand into the bowl, realizing that it's because of Stella that he hasn't attended parties. Zayn must be talking about her disappearance. It's surprising how much Harry's life was affected just because of the absence of one girl.

"Dude, C'mom. Live a lil, stop staring at Stella like you're gonna eat her alive." Zayn says with a chuckle, slapping Harry's arm playfully, causing him to look away from me and back at Zayn.

"Not good time for a party, mate. Stella's not well." Harry says with a serious face, a smile which was once adorning his handsome face has disappeared like it was never there.

Zayn groans at Harry's words and dramatically raises his arms in the air before letting them fall onto his thighs.

"Seriously? She's a party animal and you know it. Do you really think she'll object when it comes to a party?" Zayn almost shout out the words, looking back and forth between the two of us. And here's more information about her, she loved to party.

"Stella?" Harry raises his eyebrows at me and I realize that he's asking for my opinion.

I shift uncomfortably in my place, my hands all of the suddenly becoming clammy from the nerves, not sure what my answer should be. Hesitantly, I look over at Zayn and he slightly nods his head, the movement so sudden and minute that for a moment it feels like I imagined it.

"You go, I go." I say with a shrug, trying to make myself sound confident while in reality it's the total opposite.

"It means you two are going." Zayn announces with a clap and pats Harry's back. "There's no excuse left, man. Time to chill."