"So come on, spill." Zayn leans forward and rests his arms on the table that we are both seated at. We're in the same cafe as I was the other day except this time I hope to drink my coffee without anyone in particular with chocolate curls and emerald eyes disturbing me.

"There's nothing to spill except this coffee over your head if you keep bugging me about this." I glare at Zayn, hoping he will give up on this subject.

"Alright, I'm sorry." Zayn sits back, holding his arms in the air in defeat.

"I'm sorry if I sound harsh it's just you know how much I hate this topic." I sigh, taking a sip of my coffee.

"It's alright Ella, I understand. I know it's not your favourite topic, but what are you going to do about the article?"

"To be honest Zayn, I have no idea." That's the truth. I can't lie in my article. I know all good journalists lie but that's not me and it's not fair on the person that is getting written about.

"How long do you have before you have to start this killer article? He chuckles. "No pun intended." Yeah no pun intended with the word killer alright.

"A week or so I think." I take another sip of my coffee. "How on earth am I going to write this article Zayn? I don't love anyone therefore I can't write on personal experience."

"I have no idea, but maybe that guy over there who keeps giving me the evil eye and staring holds into the back of your head will be able to help." Zayn rolls his eyes and laughs a little at what he just said. What's he talking about, who's staring at me?

Then before I know it, I'm turning around and instantly regretting it. Those all too familiar green eyes lock with mine and I quickly turn around back to Zayn before I pass out.

Why do I keep running into him? It's like he's following me or something.

"Ella why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Zayn asks, looking at Harry behind me then back to me.

"Don't look at him Zayn." I put my hand over my flushed face and try to steady my breathing.

"Why can't I look at him? Oh my god Ella is he the guy you have feelings for? I knew you were denying that question I asked you back in the office about your feelings. So who is this guy and how on earth did he capture your heart"

"Zayn, if you look at him one more time I'm going to storm out of this cafe."

"So he's allowed to stare but I'm not?" Zayn crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. "Besides its hard not to stare when the guy looks like he's ready to jump me and bash my head in for sitting with you."

"Yeah that's Harry." I roll my eyes, oblivious to the fact I just said his name to Zayn.

"Wait a minute." Zayn looks at Harry again. "I know that guy, I watched him a few nights ago!"

"What?" I turn around again, not being able to help it. There's two men in suits infront of him and there's forms that look like paperwork on their table. "What did you watch him in? Is he a stripper?" I joke.

"Yeah he is actually." Zayn smirks. My jaw drops and I almost knock my coffee off the table. "I'm kidding Ella, jeez you're so gullible." He falls into a fit of laughter.

"You scared me so bad Zayn!" I lean forwards and slap his hand. "But seriously, where did you see him?"

"He's a boxer, Ella. A very good one. In fact he won his fight easily." Zayn says. That explains the two men in suits infront of him. They do look pretty professional with their suits and paperwork. But Harry, a boxer really? I guess his whole ass hole act fits perfectly into the boxing category. But the sweet Harry I seen that night, even if my memory isn't exactly clear due to my drunken state I do remember how kind and genuine he was in the end.

"Looks like boxer boy is finishing up. Should I stay or make a run for it now before he bashes my head in for sitting with you?" Zayn chuckles but I know deep down he's a little scared. Behind Zayn's good boy worth ethic persona I know if he ever got into a fight, he would be able to hit pretty well I mean if you've seen Zayn and his body you wouldn't want to get in a fight with him. But Harry being s boxer and all, I don't blame Zayn for being frightened. Hell, I'm frightened.

"Hello? Earth to Ella." Zayn clicks his fingers infront of my face.

"You're not going to make a run for it. I am." I turn around, not caring if I'm making it obvious but I stand up when I see Harry standing and shaking hands with the two men. Great, I better pick up my pace and get the hell out of here with Zayn. I don't want another run in with Harry when I promised myself I wouldn't see him again.

I take Zayn's arm and pull him away with me. I look back over at Harry one last time and I see him with a hurt expression on his face and his jaw is slightly dropped. He looks past the two men's shoulders at me and then forms his lips so that they're in a straight line. I look away as we near the exit of the cafe and that's when I pick up my speed and don't slow down until I'm one hundred metres up the street.

"Gosh, if you pull on my arm any harder it'll fall off." Zayn pulls himself out of my tight grasp and rubs his arm where the circulation has probably been cut off.

"Sorry." I shrug my shoulders. "I just panicked."

"Really? I hadn't realised." Sarcasm is clear in his voice.

"Shut up." I poke my tongue out at him and laugh a little in relief that I made it out of there without another awkward run in with Harry. Seeing him there only makes me think about him again though. I finally thought I forgot about him but now there's so many questions on my mind that I'll never get to ask him. Unless I find out some other way to get answers on who Harry really is.

"Pick up your pace Jackson, we have five minutes to get back to work." Zayn pulls my arm so I catch up with him. I'm too lost in thought to think about walking. God Harry, look what you've done to me.

AN - I know these chapters are probably boring at the moment but in the next couple of chapters they do get better I promise you that!! I've already written them so I'm ahead and always update at least once or twice a week so stay tuned because some very interesting things will happen in the coming chapters. Please vote & comment. Ily.