ESRIN
SAGE

It takes four painkillers.

Four painkillers to make the pain that aches my body stay quiet for longer than ten minutes.

After I showered, I didn't think too much into it and I got a bath ready. Sinking my body in the water, leaning my head back, I felt so relaxed. My body feels so relaxed, but my mind? Definitely not.

I cried in the bathtub and when I was done with my bath and stood in front of the mirror, I cried some more. When I thought I had stopped crying for the second time, I changed into comfy pyjamas and the moment I settled on the middle of my bed, more tears leaked without realizing it at first.

I hate being so emotional. In fact, it's one of the things I worked on when I left my home town for college a few years ago. It's like Harry erased so much progress I've made with myself ever since I paid so much attention to Death Hood. Being emotional, learning how to fight back, ignoring not legal temptations- all of that progress and growth was for nothing.

I can't blame Harry completely even though I wish I could. I really wish I could. I'd love it if somehow I hear the thoughts running through his head, and learn why he's doing what he is.

My brain hurts while I think of strategies to get myself out of this mess but I've soon realised that it's not something I'm going to come up with overnight. It makes me think that Harry didn't come up with his plan overnight but he had because there's no other explanation.

Why me though? The past ten years of my life, it's been an insane rollercoaster and the last few years finally felt like I had my life under control. Not anymore. I thought it was because Harry was in my life, he kept everything sane and when he was gone- chaos happened. Now he's back and the chaos that I locked away for a few years has also returned.

Now I've realised that I'm going to have to change the way I see Harry. I can't keep referring him to 'my Harry' and 'this Harry.' They're different but no matter what, they're still the same person so I can't continue to differentiate them.

Part of me feels broken now that I no longer have the hope of randomly running into him at the grocery or cafe and we reunite, returning to being best friends and using every day to catch up on all the years we lost. Yes, I believed that one day we'd find our way back to each other and everything would be okay.

This is not okay.

The same hand that choked me yesterday in my own home was the same hand that killed over five people. It's also the same pair of hands that would cuddle me to sleep, wipe my tears and hold mine when either of us was scared. That was then and this is now, Esrin.

Trust me, I hate that I seem to suck how much the past has been attached to my mind lately but I've given myself a time limit. After tonight, there's no more reminiscing. I accept it, move on and figure out how to drag myself out of this rabbit hole.

Surprise, surprise, sleep doesn't come to me. At least not enough of it. Instead, I'm left while awake to question every decision I've made to end up here and scream at myself for making them. I was being tested and I failed.

Maybe I should consider taking a trip to the pharmacy on the way home to get some sleeping medicine. I've never been on it before but at this rate, I'm not getting any better by having so many sleepless nights. Not only does lack of sleep affect me but it affects my job at Malik Creations. I refuse to give him a reason to fire me.

I get two hours of sleep and after it's impossible to sleep again. Instead of twisting and turning while waiting for my alarm to go off, I got off my bed and headed to my window. The curtains in my bedroom are a pretty shade of purple with little yellow sunflowers dancing around. I pulled the curtain aside, allowing me to see outside my window.

I stand there, leaning against the wall and I watched the sun rise from behind all those buildings and soar into the bright blue sky, the white clouds as decoration. I linger there a few minutes later than planned and after that, I'm back on schedule.

Today, I dressed in blue and I guess it worked out because I was feeling blue. Truthfully, my outfit was blue because it was the only thing that could've matched with my pastel blue turtle neck that could've hidden the bruises on my neck. It took a bit of thinking and digging through my closet but I managed to still pull together a look with the turtle neck that was still suitable for work.

A beautiful pair of high heels that sits at the end of my shoe rack comes to mind. I haven't worn it in a while but it will complete my outfit perfectly. Nothing changed, I still wore a skirt and blazer coat over my outfit. Today, I chose a red lipstick with a glossy effect for my lips and even did a small winged eyeliner and mascara. I opted for a bun but I tamed my long curls and tied it into a low ponytail as usual.

Downstairs, Remi sat with a bagel in one hand and her phone in the other. "Good morning," the greets me without taking her eyes off her phone. "Good morning," I returned, getting started on my tea for the morning in my Chip teacup. Remi slides a bagel on a plate for me and I take the cream cheese out of the fridge to smear it on.

I'm never eating a bagel without cream cheese.

"Thank you for being cool about yesterday evening by the way, I'm sorry if my friend were too much," Remi mentions after finishing the last bite of her bagel. "They weren't. You should plan something so I can give them a second impression that's better than the first," I tell her.

No, I don't want to meet Harry again but Eddie and Finley were lovely. I want to spend more time with them and get out of my little shell a bit but I'm still not stepping a foot in that bar they go to.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that," she grins, she's been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Remi and I have breakfast together, which is nice since we didn't have dinner together last night. Well, more like I eat and drink my tea while she watches me and we chat.

Eating and drinking happen slower than usual because of the weird feeling my throat gets every time I swallowed. Wonder why.

She tells me that she's still planning her Halloween party that's happening in a few weeks and she's still trying to convince Harry to give her a discount.

"I didn't realise how close you guys were, you barely talk about them," I tell her in the middle of one of our conversations. Remi nods, agreeing with me. Yes, she talks about them but not enough for me to paint pictures in my head without actually seeing them. "Yeah, that's because I wanted you to know them for yourself. Not by me telling you about them," she shrugs.

Afterwards, Remi and I leave together which also rarely happens. Usually, she leaves first. The drive to work is longer than usual because there's heavy traffic. There was a car accident. Thankfully, it wasn't only me that arrived later than usual and I made it in time so I wasn't late for work.

Even though the sticky note stuck to the surface of my desk was a very regular occurrence, it always manages to make me smile. Today, I don't- it's like I don't have the energy to smile when I don't need to fake it. I pulled it off, holding it up so I can read Louis' words scribbled across.

'If you were able to believe in Santa for eight years, you can believe in yourself for longer than five minutes.'

A sigh leaves me when I read Louis' little message of the day. I read it another time hoping that I could've absorbed the hidden message but I couldn't. So I joined it with the others and got seated on my chair.

Starting at Malik Creations was quite an irresistible deal for me and I thought I knew all the continents in the package deal but I didn't. No one told me that because I was so young and would be working with the boss closely that I'd hear whispers of my name constantly in the mouths of my coworkers.

All eyes are glued to me whilst walking through a floor, constantly hearing a new rumour about me every week, dirty glares from my coworkers and all chatter and bickering stop when I enter the lunchroom. Of course, that didn't last too long.

Yes, there are some people that still make sure I'm aware that I'm not invited to their parties or make jokes that I'm sleeping with the boss. However, with handling all of that, I was so sure that I wasn't going to allow anything to happen between Zayn Malik and me.

Zayn was a closed off man, who kept to himself, he's friendly but barely interacted with his employees unless he had to. Luckily for me, I was the employee that got to interact with him the most, multiple times a day. I believe that's why my presence angered so many people. There was a barrier between us and every day, a few chips fell off.

From seeming so emotional-less, eventually I got to see the pressure he's under, the confusion on his face. From strict professional work being conversed between us, Zayn started asking how was I before I left his office. I got to see a side of him, a charming side, that not many people got to see and I fell for it.

I didn't know why, I wish that I did. Zayn Malik was the first man that I allowed myself to be vulnerable with after a tragic ending of a high school romance that I left behind.

It took a rainy night when we both were fighting to meet a deadline, leaving us alone in the office after hours. We both were ready to give into something that had developed out of our control. After that night, we fell into something.

We were always professional and careful, the company always came first but according to Zayn, that didn't mean we couldn't have fun along the way. We never had sex but came pretty close to it. I guess Zayn decided we had too much fun. Either way, he knew what I looked like naked and I knew what he looked like naked.

PAST
(Two weeks ago)

Zayn requested me in his office earlier than needed but I'd already grown used to that. When I walked into his office, smiling, Zayn was standing in front of his desk, had his hands in his pocket, and conflicted eyes set on me. I locked the door and walked toward him, putting my hands on his shoulders and leaning in for my morning kiss when he pulls away.

"I'm sorry, Esrin but we can't keep doing this," Zayn speaks with a strong voice. I stepped back, away from him. Those words were such expected ones that I hoped that he'd never say to me. "What? Did I do something?" I questioned, looking for the answers in his eyes but they were so cold.

"No. This is what's best, I'm sorry but we cannot discuss this any further. I'd appreciate it if we leave whatever happened between us in the past," he answers. "Zayn, please I-" I attempted to break down the indestructible walls he had suddenly built between us. "Stop with the begging and you should refer to me as Mr Malik from now on," Zayn cuts me off, annoyance worn on his face.

If there are levels of being shocked, I was at the highest one. "What happened? Something had to happen. Be honest with me, Zayn," I demanded. "Nothing happened. I just woke up and you should too," Zayn simply says. He turns around and walks to his desk, sitting down on his chair.

I know him so I know that he has his reasons for doing this. Reasons that I deserve to know but he doesn't care enough to share them with me.

There's no point in fighting for him because I don't even recognize the person standing in front of me.

"I suggest you leave now, Miss Sage. I'm sorry for leading actions that were severely unprofessional of us," he apologizes but it isn't sincere at all. By now, there were tears ruining my makeup, my heart of mine shattered and I was close to ugly sobbing. I left, without another word said because yes, Zayn Malik meant a lot to me but I refused to be desperate.

PRESENT

The phone rings and I stop myself from reliving the rest of that day. Trying to resume work after that was horrible, possibly very close to how it has been recently for me. When I went home and saw Remi, I broke down. I know for a fact she's never seen me in such a bad condition as that. It scared her but she was there for me.

Zayn slipped through a back door or something and then he was someone important in my life. The type of someone that meant too much, The type that ruined me to ashes when he was gone.

I answered the phone, ready to say my usual greeting line. "Office, now," Zayn tells me and hangs up right after. I still hold the phone up, shocked because this used to be an often occurrence. It hasn't happened in a while. So I stood and pulled down my skirt as much as I could, fixed my top and glanced at my slightly transparent reflection in the window.

Looking as put together as I could, I approached his office.
Ignoring the bad feeling twisting in my stomach, I knocked on the door, pressed the button and pushed it open. Stepping in, it feels like I was walking into a lion's den.

Zayn is a very friendly man but he only has two real friends. Two that I was well acquainted with while I was having fun with Zayn. If I'd admit it, I used to consider them my friends too. The three of them have been inseparable since before I crossed paths with Zayn Malik.

His two friends are currently sitting in his office, staring right at me right now.

My eyes are on Julius first.

Julius Knox. He's the owner of relatively famous gyms located in several locations in the city. With that, he's branded several energy drinks that deliver all around the world. Last I've heard, he's in the making of protein powder, the good kind, but I don't think I was supposed to know that information. I know a lot of things I'm not supposed to, apparently.

He's got the looks too, athletic type body, perfect shade of brown skin tone, pretty blonde curls, deep blue eyes, and a smile that can bring people to their knees. Julius can do a lot just by smiling. He's gotten away with a lot just by smiling too.

Next, my eyes flick across the room where Pierce sits.

Pierce Caspian, I'm not sure what he does. A little bit of everything is what Zayn and himself have told me. Julius hasn't really been involved with Malik Creations but I know Pierce has. He's been called in by the logistics department probably six times for the year.

He completes the perfect trio. Short brown hair, grey eyes that are sometimes blue protected by thin black framed glasses he's never without, a height that's shorter than Zayn's. I think he's the most mysterious one out of the three, barely smiling or laughing when he's not around Zayn or Julius.

Even though I got closer to Julius, he was always such a good friend. He'd buy me wine when we hang out and let me sleep on his shoulder when I fell asleep during the movies.

Zayn sits behind his desk too concentrated tablet on the desk, stylus in hand, to acknowledge my entry. "What can I assist you with?" I ask Zayn, plastering a sweet- but very fake- smile across my face. Very much, it was hard to ignore Julius and Pierce's stares drilling into my sides but I tried my best.

"I need you to pick up a delivery from Spooky Silhouettes. It's Halloween decorations for the building," Zayn stated.

My lips parted, shocked that this was actually happening- he just said what I heard he said. "What?" I blurted out, truly confused at the awful situation.
"W-Why me?" I questioned, already thinking of a way to get out of this. I don't want to go there, not after...that.

Zayn has people to run around the city and do these sorts of things for him. Sure, maybe I've done it once before when he was being hard on me to test me. Are we really back to this? "Because you're the second person I enlisted that can sign for it a while ago, no one else. I'm the first and I can't leave right now," he explains, sounding as if it was such a burden for him to do so.

My eyes flickered to Julius, seeing him glaring at his best friend. "Well, I'm a bit busy right now and-" the excuse conjures up on my tongue, I don't even think about it but Zayn doesn't let it work. He drops his stylus pen, head tilting up and his so pretty eyes land on me.

I swallowed, knowing by the look he gave me that I should be nervous right now. "Last I've checked, when I give you tasks, they're not debatable, Miss Sage," Zayn reminds me, his voice a little stronger. He's impatient, easily ticked off too.

"Come on, Javadd don't be so difficult on the girl," Pierce comments from where he sat across the room. Screw Zayn for having such a pretty middle name. In response, Zayn glares at him and Pierce's eyebrows shot up. He grabs a magazine and opened it, holding it high enough to hide his face.

"My apologies, Mr Malik. I'm on it now," I tell him in defeat. Plus, he's right. Who am I to defy him? I was ready to leave when Zayn speaks again. "Great. You can collect my lunch from Trista's on your way back," he casually adds on another task.

"Excuse me?"

Zayn slides his card across the table, silently telling me to pay for the food with that. "Lunch from Trista's. You still remember my order right," He catches my eyes, a glint in his eyes that I hated so much because he's doing this to mess with me. "Now you're overdoing it, Z. This is Esrin, stop being a little shit," Julius comments, complaining about his best friend.

There's a beautiful lady on the second floor, Melissa, that handles lunch for anyone who wants it. Zayn gives her a pretty salary and even allows her to use one of his vehicles so she wouldn't have to use any of her gas.

"It's nothing she hasn't done before, Jul. it's not a big deal. No one else can sign off for it and Trista's is on the way back," Zayn sighs, defending himself. Yeah, I got lunch before when we'd have our forty-minute lunch date in his office.

"It's fine, Julius. He's right," I assured him and took a few steps closer to Zayn to take his card. If getting lunch today takes it off Melissa then I'd do so. Maybe she needs a little break. Julius looks at me, still annoyed at Zayn. "Can I be her driver at least?" He offers, looking at me but talking to Zayn.

When one of Zayn's workers leaves the building during their hours on a task, Zayn handles their transport. So I can't use my Jeep. "No," Zayn flatly answered, clenching his jaw.

His friend looks over at him, confused and clearly not liking the answer. "Fuck this, I don't need your permission. Let's go Esrin," He says, turning around and walking out of the office. Zayn remains quiet, displeased but he doesn't argue further so I take that as permission to go with Julius.

I walked out of the building following Julius where his shining blood Red BMW sits in the reserved parking space. "Come on," Julius tells me, nodding his head in the direction of the car. Continuing, I opened the passenger door and slid into his car, automatically on by cream leather seats.

On our way there, Julius hands me the aux chord and I look at it in his hand. Thinking of music I'd like to play, there are a few I'd usually go with but they don't seem pleasing right now. "I'm good," I denied. "Shocker," he mutters to himself, dropping the chord and instead he starts the radio. The music only provides a small background noise loud enough to drown the awkward silence.

The drive feels like twenty minutes. We don't speak, at all. The familiar Halloween store comes into view and now I look at it from a whole different perspective. Harry owns a Halloween store.

"Here we are," Julius speaks, shutting off the car after parking in the space. "Do you need help in there?" He asks me. I look at the store, trying to block out all the flashbacks from that night but it's nearly impossible to. "No, it's fine," I tell him and I don't avoid it any longer, I got out of the car and walked to the door.

A chime follows when I opened the door and stepped into the dark store. The lights are on but given the whole Halloween scary aesthetic, the store is dark. I glanced at the front desk but no one sits behind it by the cash register.

"Hello?" I called out. At this point, I've got all my fingers and even toes crossed- everything that I can be- just hoping that I don't see Harry. This is a famous store, even though it's empty right now but I bet he has employees.

The sound of a creak coming from deeper into the door darts my eyes in that direction. It's a black door with painted spiders on in while. The door opens and I completely lose all faith when Harry submerged from behind it.

When his deceiving eyes find mine, a quick flash of surprise appears on his face and it's gone less than a second after. "Back for more?" Harry so proudly assumes in a question. Seeing him made me realise that I could still feel his hands on my throat, cutting my breathing. But I could also feel his hands choking me in all the right ways.

"I'm here to collect a delivery for Mr Malik," I professionally replied, trying to block out all other thoughts that weren't professional. Harry doesn't reply, he turns around and heads back into the room he was in. I rolled my eyes because he could've said 'hold on a minute' or 'be right back.' No, apparently walking away is enough for him.

Two minutes later, Harry returns with a cardboard box that's big enough he has to hold it with both hands. He walks past me and places the box down on the table thing by the cash register. There was a clipboard testing on the box and Harry takes it, handing it to me.

Can you believe he was actually kind enough to hand me a pen when he noticed I didn't have one? I wouldn't believe it either. I grab the pen and signed out for the package. When I was done, Harry takes the clipboard and pen and returns them to where they were, he points to the sticker on the box that I also had to put my signature on and I do.

"Cute turtleneck," Harry comments as I signed the box and I look up to glare at him. Which was probably what he wanted. God, I hate him. Previously, Harry leaned against the table next to me with his arms folded across his chest, watching my every move while I signed my signature.

Now he drops his hands and takes a step closer. A safe distance is what there was between us, when Harry ruins that, it's like warning bells go off around me. "I need.." I attempted to share that I was about to leave now but when my eyes met Harry's I froze up.

His eyes were on my lips.

They were deep in thought, concentrated on studying my now slightly parted lips. Before I could comment on the way Harry has been staring, he speaks up first. "You're pretty obsessed with a good red lipstick, aren't you?" Harry realises, flicking his eyes up to stare at mine. What? Confused about where he was going with this and unsure of what to do.

"So perfectly lined and painted," he continues. My breath hitches in my throat, it feels like my lungs stopped working altogether when Harry lifts his hand and next, I feel his hand on my jaw. I flinched away, my legs pressing even more into the side of the table. His touch feels lethal.

Harry's eyebrows pulled together, creating those lines between them and faintly on his forehead too. He adjusts his hand on my jaw so that his thumb traces over my bottom lip. From the second he does, I grab his hand by the wrist, trying to pry off his hand but it doesn't work. He applies more pressure, swiping away my lipstick, effectively messing it up.

Harry's eyes remained on my lips as if he wasn't finished noticing everything about them. "But all it takes is one smudge and it's ruined," he muttered. Slowly, his eyes lift. "Just like you," Harry finishes when our eyes met again.

It doesn't take much longer for me to realise what he meant. My jaw clenched and now that Harry's touch was barely on me, it was enough to rip away his hand from me and slide out of his way. "You don't know anything about me," I firmly told him, feeling a fire burning inside me. His eyes narrow slightly, in a way that tells me he thinks I'm lying.

"I know more than you think," he states confidently. What does that mean? It's impossible. I haven't seen Harry in ten years. "You will pay, Esrin," Harry says in such a promising voice. "They all pay," he continues. Such cliche lines that I've heard a thousand times in movies but hearing them said to me makes it feel like I'm hearing them for the first time.

"You're a murderer," I spat the words that felt like venom. "I didn't do anything to you, Harry," I say his name for the first time in all of today and yesterday. "But you? You're a murderer. You-" I paused, suddenly feeling overwhelmed because if I'll admit it- I saw my best friend in there for a split second.

"You kill people. You will pay," I promised. Don't ask me for details because I don't know them but I will figure something out. "This justice system is f-messed up but I won't let you get away with this. Not when I can do something about it," I continued.

Harry laughs at that and I want to ask what's so funny. "Are you prepared to ruin your own life if you do that? Come on, Esrin. We both know how selfish you are, you'll never do anything that jeopardizes yourself," he hinted. The way he said it was tangled in such a twisted way that made it sound like the truth.

I didn't want to acknowledge it. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as I can but there's one benefit I want of coming here again. "Delete the footage of me you have here. Every copy," I demand, successfully ignoring his previous comment.

Harry steps closer and he smiles at the way I have to tilt my head back to stare at him. Harry leans in until his face is nearly touching the side of mine. "Behave a good girl and I will," uttered, voice low in an almost whisper beside my ear.

I don't have time to react to his words. The door chimes and neither Harry nor I move but his eyes flickered to the person entering his store. "Everything alright, Esrin?" It's Julius. I bring my hand up to the side of my mouth to wipe the lipstick off. Turning around, I plastered another fake smile on my face. Easily, I shifted back into the person I was, forgetting how angry Harry made me.

"Yes. Just finished," I answered. Julius sets his eyes on the box for Zayn and he walks into the store. He doesn't let me take the box, he lifts it and takes it to the back of his car even though I could've done it myself. Harry never speaks another word to Julius or me and I'm happy about that.

I hate being alone with him. Whether he's wearing a mask or not because the ending is always horrible. "Are you alright?" Julius wonders when we're settled in his car. I'll admit, I'm still on edge after that encounter. "Yeah, of course. Why?" I replied.

"I don't know, things seemed..tense in there. Hard to miss," he shrugs his shoulders with the answer. Sighed, I relaxed into the seat more. "I'm good. I've just handled too many crappy idiots in one day," is as truthful as I can be with a reply right now. "Still don't curse? Zayn told me you almost did while he was-"

"Don't finish that sentence," I ordered with a clenched jaw, glaring at his side. "Yes ma'am," he snickers, sending a wink my way. Silence falls over the car again but this time, it's a silence that doesn't hold any tension. Julius taps his fingers to the beat of the song against his steering wheel, I even watched him curse at a crazy driver he was forced to drive behind.

He stops at Trista's and locked my door before I could've slid out. He grabs the card from me and exits the vehicle all within the time I tried to unlock the door. He collects the food and hands it to me once he's back. "I fucking hate Zayn," Julius mutters as we drove off but we both knew he didn't mean that.

I saw Malik Creations building close by and I felt disappointed. I didn't want to return. "I miss you, Pierce does too," Julius says softly as if he knew he shouldn't have said something like that. I missed them too and I missed Zayn even more.

There are two times I've ever made it to Zayn's home. Both times were to hang out with his friends, and then have a few drinks during the games we played or movies we watched. The first time Pierce brought over a nonalcoholic wine that I fell in love with so he brought it the second time too.

"Thank you for the ride," I avoided his last statement, giving him one of my classic fake smiles. "Don't worry about the box, I'll take it to the decorator," he tells me and I'm relieved. Zayn hadn't given me further instructions and I wasn't thinking of asking for them.

With just the two boxes of food, I headed straight for the elevator and then into Zayn's office. Before knocking of course. "The food and your card. Julius is taking the decorations to the decorator," I tell him. Zayn looks more stressed than earlier, chaotically looking at his screen with furrowed eyebrows and concentrated brown eyes.

When I entered, his eyes flicked toward me and the lines between his eyebrows disappeared. "Mr Knox," he corrects. "She can call Julius whatever she wants, Zayn. We fucking talked about this," an annoyed Pierce cuts in.

My eyes snapped to Pierce, who still sat in the same chair but now he seemed more on edge.
Zayn ignores his friend but I could still see how pissed off he was. "Get back to work, Miss Sage, "Zayn dismissed me and I gladly take the opportunity to leave.

Returning to my office felt like such a relief, in my comfort where I can relax and be myself away from anyone else. Even if it was just for a little while. My lunch break was spent finishing all the work I had to complete so I could be back on track. Towards the end of it, someone knocks on my door and I muttered a soft come in and they opened the door.

"Hi there," Louis' head pops in, a wide smile on his face and he walks in, shutting the door by kicking it with his foot. "What are you doing?" I asked as he settles in the chair in front of my desk, placing a plate of food from the lunchroom on my desk.

"Bringing you lunch since you probably forgot, silly thing, right?" He says. "Right..." I agreed, looking at the inviting food. "Come on, green tea," Louis wiggles his eyebrows, pushing the plate closer so that it nearly hits my laptop. With a sigh, I shut the laptop and pushed it away slightly so I could take the plate and have a bite. He's so damn annoying.

But I love him either way.

"Yay!" Louis cheers. "Did you like my message?" He asks curiously, changing the topic for a casual conversation while I ate. "Yes but I fully believe in myself, if you must know," I told him, not being exactly truthful. "I'm sure you do but that's for rainy days for you to read," Louis says without hesitation, not doubting me one bit.

Thankfully, my day progresses after that. I'm able to finish some work and deal with clients and customers and it makes me feel like a superhero when I got it all done before I had to clock out. Now, this superhero is very tired and needs to recharge. If sleep lets me. Leaving the building, I pass a few friendly faces and smiled or wave at them.

My dirty Jeep is one of the last vehicles to leave at the end of the day. It really is dirty, in desperate need of a wash but I'll have to leave it for the weekend. Approaching the car door, I noticed that someone had drawn something on the window.

A heart. It was an ordinary heart to anyone that sees it but to me, it wasn't. A quick thought flashes across my head because this heart looks oddly familiar to the way someone that I used to know would draw it.

However, it doesn't make sense that the person would. So I settled inside the vehicle, deciding that it was someone passing by the parking lot and drove home.

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AUTHOR'S
NOTE

Really hope you liked this chapter as much as I did <3 let me know!

Also, I feel the need to clear up that Louis' notes are found on Pinterest. He doesn't come up with them, and neither do I.

Spoiler: Harry's POV is next:)