Skye

“So are you going to tell me why Zayn left early last night, angry, or do I have to guess?” Harry asked me suddenly as we lay naked in bed wrapped up in blankets early in the morning. So early that the sun had barely risen but neither Harry nor I had felt like sleeping much after our morning activities.

I sighed and rolled over on my stomach and propped myself up on my elbow.

“I’m still deciding on how you’re going to take it.” I explained to him softly. He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“Whether you’re going to take the moral high ground and be angry or just believe in true love and be happy for him.”

“So this is about true love?” He asked me softly, pushing his face closer to mine so his nose was just brushing mine. I debated for a moment.

“Yeah I think it is.” I told him nodding. He smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“I think I’ll believe in true love.” He winked before pressing another kiss to my lips. I giggled and smiled at him.

“Lacey and Zayn have been kind of having a relationship with each other.” I told him, waiting for his reaction. He looked confused for a moment.

“Yes, I know that love. We all know that.” He explained to me obviously thinking I had hit my head at some point.

“No we knew they were just having sex but now they’ve kind of admitted to each other that they like each other. So now they’re kind of in a relationship that goes beyond sex.” I said biting my lip at the end. He eyed me for a moment before sighing and rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

“Even though she’s engaged?” I nodded at him. He glanced away from me and back up. “This can’t end happy.”

“I know and so do they. But right now I don’t think either of them care.” I admitted to him. He sighed again and sat up, running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t be angry at either of them and don’t tell Zayn your doubts either. He’s your friend Harry, you have to be supportive even if you don’t agree.”

“And what if I let him do this and he ends up a mess in the end when she marries another bloke.” Harry grumbled at me angrily. I sat up and adjusted the blanket to cover me properly.

“Then we stay around to pick up the pieces. You can’t tell him how to live Harry. Liam’s already tried that and can’t you tell there relationship is a bit rocky right now?”

“I had noticed.” He sighed before turning his head to me. “I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I don’t want either of them too. But it’s their decision love.” I said pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Zayn left angry last night after the speeches because he saw them kiss didn’t he.” Harry stated. I nodded at him.

“I should probably go visit him.” He told me. I nodded again. I watched amused as Harry moved to get up.

“Even though Zayn was angry last night. We’re talking about Zayn here. Do you really think he’s going to be awake right now since the sun’s not even up?”

Harry glanced around surprised for a moment before smirking back at me.

“I suppose you’re right. Looks like I will just have to find something else to do to fill my time.” He smirked before crashing his lips to mine and pushing me back down on the bed. In one swift movement he had removed the blanket that had kept our naked bodies apart.

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“I’m fine, Niall and Tate were just over and I told them the same thing. I’m fine!” Zayn said, rolling his eyes at us the moment he opened up the door.

Harry ignored what he said and pushed past him into the apartment. Zayn grumbled but allowed me to walk in after Harry before shutting the door behind us.

“Have you spoken to Liam?” I asked Zayn curiously, taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“We talked a bit last night.” He replied shrugging, taking a seat across from us. “We’re okay now, kind of. He’s backing off anyway.”

“You’re the one that will get hurt in this mate.” Harry’s voice came from beside me. I turned to look at him as he stared directly at Zayn. I bit my lip and glanced around the room thinking I probably should have found the other girls or something and left Harry and Zayn to this talk.

“I know what I’m doing Haz.” Zayn sighed.

“No you don’t. She’s engaged Zayn. Engaged. What are you going to do when she marries him? Are you going to keep doing this behind his back when she’s married? Or are you just going to stay out of her life?” Harry persisted.

“I can’t stay out of her life. I don’t know what we will do, but we will work it out.” Zayn said confidently causing Harry to shake his head and look at his friend with pity in his gaze.

“We just can’t see the happy ending Zayn. That’s all.” I tried to explain to him. His eyes met mine for a moment before moving back to Harry’s.

“What if it was Skye? What if she was getting married to another bloke? Would you sit back and let her? Would you be able to stay away from her?” Zayn asked Harry suddenly. I felt Harry stiffen beside me as his hand immediately reached over to grab mine. I squeezed it comfortingly.

“You feel that much for her?” Harry asked quietly. Zayn nodded instantly, his eyes bright.

“Do you remember what you told me when you hadn’t seen Skye for six months and we were heading back to Australia?” Zayn asked Harry. I turned to stare at Harry curiously, knowing that Zayn was speaking of the time that Harry and I had broken up. “And then what you said when you found her dating Beau?”

Harry’s eyes stayed trained on mine for a moment as I stared back slightly confused. He moved his eyes away from mine eventually and turned back to Zayn.

“I told you that I had never stopped loving her because it was impossible for me to stop loving her. I didn’t know how to stop nor did I want to. I told you that I would fight for her no matter who stood in the way because I knew we were meant to be.” Harry said to Zayn quietly, not turning to look at me. I continued to stare at Harry’s profile as colour rose in my cheeks.

“That’s how you feel about Lacey?” I asked turning to Zayn.

“Yes.” He said so confidently, I couldn’t find one reason to doubt him.

“Okay.” Harry said from beside me nodding. Zayn smiled at his friend happily.

“If you need us...”

“I know where to find you.” Zayn smiled, cutting me off. I laughed at him before standing up and wrapping my arms around him. He laughed and hugged me back as I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Are you excited to come to Paris?” Zayn asked me smiling. I stared at him in confusion before turning to Harry who groaned and glared at Zayn.

“I haven’t asked her yet!” He growled at Zayn who quickly apologised looking guilty.

“What are you talking about?” I asked Harry, annoyed. He sighed and turned to look at me.

“The boys and I have to do some work in Paris for a couple of days.”

“So you’re going to be gone again?” I asked frowning at him.

“Well yeah. But I was going to ask if you wanted to come?” Harry asked me smiling at me as my eyes widened in shock.

“To Pairs? With the Eiffel Tower?” I asked shocked causing Harry and Zayn to laugh.

“Yes, honey, with the Eiffel Tower.” I opened my mouth but no words came out so I just quickly nodded. Harry smiled at me largely and winked.

“Good because we go this weekend.” He told me. I gaped at him before narrowing my eyes.

“And you leave it until now to tell me!” I screeched at him, making Zayn flinch away from me. “Honestly Harry!”

“It slipped my mind!” He tried to reason.

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off. “I need to pack. Are the other girls coming?” I asked him. He nodded quickly.

“Well let’s go, so I can pack. I better call the girls and maybe we could pack together.” I thought out loud while making my way to the door. Before I opened it I turned around to see Harry and Zayn standing behind me, amused.

“You should invite Lacey to come with.” I suggested to Zayn. He stared at me for a moment before a smile slid across his face and his eyes brightened.

“That’s a great idea.” He said happily before pressing a kiss to my cheek and saying goodbye as Harry and I left his flat.

“You’re going to take me to the Eiffel Tower right?” I asked Harry happily. He smiled down at me and pressed a kiss to my temple before nodding. “And shopping?”

“Anything you want to do, we will do.” He told me confidently. I smiled even larger.

“You’re forgiven for telling me this late then.” I said pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Notes

And the second present for Ever_wanted_to :)