Harry's POV

Harry practically ran off the airplane in a rush to get to their new flat. He hadn't seen Karry or Karmina in over two weeks and was hardly able to contain his excitement throughout the plane ride. He noticed after his constant babbling about his two favorite girls neither of the boys would sit near him. He had missed them so much and didn't feel the need to hide it anymore. Almost everything was out in the open for the world to see. The boys would be in town for a few days. They had some concert dates and a charity gala to attend to. Karmina would be attending as well to improve her image to the public eye. Both his and her management, meaning Gabrielle, agreed it was for the best. Most of Manhattan's elite society would be there and it was excellent media coverage.

The boys went there separate ways deciding to meet up later on. Harry wasn't sure if he would make the plans considering it had been a while since he and Karmina had any time alone together and he was beginning to get antsy. He took a cab to the penthouse and rode up straight to the top floor. The elevators opened up and he walked straight into the living room where he knew they would be. There they were, Karry playing under one of her baby gyms and Karmina typing away on her laptop. She look up and her expression was in utter shock. She shot up immediately.

"Harry!" She ran over to him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were coming in tomorrow." He picked her up for a kiss.

"I wanted to surprise you," he smiled and put her down to pick up his favorite girl in the world. He kissed her cheek and Karry smiled a toothless smile. "I missed you guys." He hugged Karry tight.

"We missed you, too." Karmina said, her eyes now looking down the hallway. "Harry," she sullenly called his name. He was confused now, she was happy a minute ago.

"Yes, dear," he raised an eyebrow at her.

"I have to tell you something," her eyes looking shifting back and forth. The tone of her voice seemed nervous as she quivered.

"What?" He placed Karry back to original position on the floor. Right after he heard the door creaked and he looked over to see a tall, dark, shirtless man emerge from the bathroom wearing only but a towel around his waist.

"What's up man?" The mysterious guy waved. Harry nodded suspiciously, never forgetting simple manners.

"What the fuck is this?" Harry looked at Karmina and pointed to the gentleman.

"That's what I needed to tell you," Karmina face showed panic.

"That you're cheating on me?!" Harry was surprised at the alarm in his own voice.

"Bro, it's not even like that," Harry heard the stranger speak from behind him. Harry turned to look at him, he wanted to kill him.

"How about you mind you're fucking business, bro!" Harry yelled, sarcastically adding the last word.

"Chill out, man," the towel man took a step towards him and Harry could feel his fist ball up. Karmina ran in between them instantly.

"Harry, nothing happened! I swear to you. Please let's go talk about this outside on the terrace," Karmina eyes scanned his. The fear consuming her. Harry reluctantly nodded, and followed her outside but he remained at the doorway to keep an eye on Karry.

"What the fuck is going on?" Harry turned to Karmina who's eyes were now watering.

"That's Derek, and he's forcing me to let him stay here. Since I bought this place and we are still legally married I have no choice Harry," the tears fell from her face and Harry softened. He hated seeing her cry.

"Why didn't you tell me that when we spoke on the phone, Karmina?" He was still angry but not no longer deadly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. It would have just negatively affected you're performances. You had enough to worry about it as it is." Karmina took his hand in her small ones. "Please, forgive me." Harry sighed and pulled her in for a hug. He then lifted her chin and gave her a peck on the lips.

"I forgive you but I'm still angry with you. You should have told me," he frowned.

"I know, I'm sorry," she placed her head on his chest. "But nothing happened. I barely even talk to him."

"I don't even know what to say." Harry took his free hand and scratched his head. "I need a drink," he pulled away from her. Karmina's eyes growing sad.

"I'll be back later," Harry didn't look at her again knowing her eyes would make him stay. He walked back in the house gave Karry a kiss and exited the way he came.

Zayn's POV

Zayn hadn't made any formal plans for the city until Perrie was due to arrive for the gala. So when Harry called to meet up with the boys he jumped at the chance of an outing. He wanted to have a little fun since he was free from work and his girlfriend. He needed to blow off some steam. It's not that he didn't love both of them but sometimes he just needed an escape. Whether it was alcohol, cigarettes, or another girl; it didn't matter.

He dressed casually in a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt. He called Louis who would be picking him up, and shoved a fresh pack of cigarettes before heading out the door. Once they arrived at the upscale lounge, Zayn went straight for the alcohol and ordered himself a shot and was immediately joined by Niall.

"Order me one, mate," Niall sat beside him on the white leather couch. "I need it badly."

"Still drinking you're pain away, I see," Zayn laughed as he handed him the little glass cup.

"I have nothing better to do," Niall shrugged. They cheered and tossed it back. "I need to have some fun and get her off my mind." Niall stared off into the crowd. Zayn scanned the scenery, as well. Harry was Liam, no doubt trying to stay out of trouble but still had a drink in hand. Louis had been the only one to bring his bird, and it looked like they were already turning in early. Zayn followed Niall gaze to a couple of cute girls that were trying to get his attention. Niall smiled at them and nodded. Zayn then waved them over, he could see the girls squealing at the invitation.

"I'll join you on that," Zayn winked at Niall, who was now blushing. "Relax, I know it's been a while but just play it cool." He said to him in a low voice. The two girl were about his height in their heels. One was a red head with blue eyes and the other was a brunette with dark eyes. They were both average, but good enough to serve as entertainment.

"I'm fine," Niall mumbled, and rolled his eyes.

"Hello, Ladies," Zayn flashed a smile. "How are you?"

"We're good," they giggled. "Are you the guys from one direction?" The brunette courageously asked.

"Yes, I'm Zayn and this is my mate Niall," Zayn shook their hands and the girls squealed again. "Have a seat," he winked at the red head, who sat by him and the other sat in between him and Niall.

"What's your name?" Zayn turned so he was only facing her on the sofa.

"I'm Jennifer," she smiled, her wide blue eyes in awe. She clearly hadn't made an effort to hide that she was starstruck.

"Are you from New York, Jennifer?" Zayn leaned a little closer and rested his arm on the back of the couch, close to her shoulder.

"I'm from Tennessee, but I'm a student at NYU," she nervously brushed a hair behind her ear.

"You're eyes are really beautiful," Zayn starred into her big blue eyes. Not his favorite line, but the girls always fell for it.

"Thank you," she smiled wide. "You know you're my favorite from the band," she gushed, and Zayn scooted closer.

"Thanks, it means a lot to meet the fans. Especially one as beautiful as you," he touched her cheek.

"Thank you," she giggled, her cheeks reddening a little.

"You wanna' get out of here?" Zayn gazed into her eyes.

"Sure, let me just use to ladies room," she stood up and Zayn nodded. Not even a minute later Liam walked over to him.

"What is it, Liam?" Zayn said without looking at him, he already knew he had come to chastised him.

"Try and be a little less obvious. There are people taking pictures everywhere," Liam stood by him with his arms before his chest.

"Okay," Zayn rolled his eyes.

"The only one who's going to get hurt is Perrie," Liam said.

"Alright, mate," Zayn stood up as Jennifer walked back to the couch. He grabbed her hand quickly exited the back door, with his only intention being to bring her back to his place for an adult sleepover. The last thing he needed was Perrie on his mind.

Notes

Poor Harry, just when everything was coming along here is Derek imposing on his family. Naughty naughty Zayn, the Bradford bad boy makes his appearance falling into his own stereotype. Comment with you're thought and feedback! You know I love to hear them.

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