Chapter 9

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Louis had the front door open and was talking and smiling with a couple on the front doorstep. The man, Harry assumed he was Zayn, was definitely one of the boys in the photo he'd seen. His inky hair was done up in a quiff and he was wrapped up in a thick coat with a red scarf and matching gloves. The girl beside him, Perrie, had soft blonde hair that fell to her mid-back and she was similarly bundled up. Perrie was holding Annie and cooing at her as Louis talked, and Zayn's eyes lit up when he caught sight of Harry awkwardly hovering behind Louis.

"Harry!" Zayn grinned, and Harry really had no choice but to step closer, beside Louis, and be engulfed in a hug by this person he didn't know. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt, mate? It’s a bit cold to be walking around half naked."

Now that he could see outside, Harry did notice there was a thin layer of snow coating the grass and roads and cars just out the door. "Erm," he said awkwardly, patting Zayn on the back until he let go. "Just haven't gotten around to it, I guess."

"Perrie," Louis spoke up, glancing at Harry like he could tell how uncomfortable he was. "Would you mind taking Luke and Annie to the car? Haz and I really need to talk to Zayn about something."

Perrie glanced between them, her eyebrows raising, and she pursed her pink, glossed lips. "Alright, but I really hope its not one of those weird secrets you always have that I'm not allowed in on."

"No, no," Louis shook his head, waving a hand. "Zayn can tell you later, I just…"

He nodded towards Luke, who wasn't even paying attention, and Perrie smiled a little. "Yeah, of course, Lou," she said, holding out her hand to Luke. "Come on, then, I think I have some gummy bears in the glove box."

Once Perrie had taken the kids and gotten them settled in the backseat of a black range rover parked in the driveway, Zayn turned to them and raised his eyebrows. "What's up?" he asked. "Everything okay?"

"Not really," Louis replied, leaning against the door frame and he looked more worn out that ever. "Harry here can't remember the last ten years."

Zayn stared at Louis for a moment, his lips quirking uncertainly, and he looked at Harry too before shaking his head. "Seriously, though, what's wrong?"

"He's not joking," Harry said in a low voice, because Louis was starting to look stressed. "I have no idea who you are, mate."

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