Ariana was in the kitchen making pancakes.

"Those pancakes smells good." Harry said as he entered the kitchen.

"Thanks, they're vegan pancakes." Ariana said, putting the pancakes on her plate.

"Never mind." He answered, becoming uninterested.

"Oh and can you do me a favor?" Ariana asked as she sat down at the table with her plate of pancakes.

"What is it?" He asked, taking a seat across from her.

"Can you drive me to Boca Raton today?"

"Why your hometown?"

"So I can see my dad. He wanted to meet up."

"Don't you think that's too soon?"

"No?"

"You haven't seen him in years, we aren't sure what he's capable of."

"He's my dad. How could you say that?"

Before Harry could say anything else, the little brunette got up from her seat and stormed upstairs to her room.

"Ariana!" He called, then heard the door slammed.

Ariana put on her backpack that was already packed and went back downstairs.

Harry tried to catch up to her as she left the house. Ariana started running across the street, causing the curly haired boy to stop halfway.

"Ariana, where are you going?!" He shouted.

"To boca!" She shouted back.

As Ariana continued to walk down the street, she pulled out her phone to look for directions to the train station.

Not paying attention, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry." She looked up from her phone and wasn't expecting to see the handsome olive toned lad.

"Hey, I was just walking to your house to see you." Zayn smiled, but his happy expression quickly turned into a confused one once he saw her backpack. "Where are you going?"

"To the train station." Ariana answered, walking pass him.

"Why?" Zayn followed after her.

"Don't worry about it."

"Well I want to talk about last night."

Ariana stopped to turn around, and her chocolate brown eyes met his hazel ones.

"Do you want to come with me?"

***

"She just left. I can't tell her mom that she's going to see her dad, because I'm the one that suggested her to talk to him. I don't know what to do." Harry said over the phone, worried.

"Harry." Selena said in a calm tone, on the other end of the line. "How about you go after her? She is probably trying to go to the train station. She couldn't make it that far."

"Okay, but I can't stop her from getting on the train."

"But you can give her the ride she asked for earlier."

"But-"

"You're gonna be there to protect her."

Harry let out a loud sigh as his hand slid down his face.

"You're right. I'll talk to you later." He hung up before heading upstairs to his room.

He grabbed his car keys and rushed outside to his car. He backed out the drive way, but complete stopped when he hit something. He looked at his wing mirror and saw Justin laying on the ground with a skateboard.

"Fuck!" He panicked.

He quickly got out of his car and ran over to Justin.

"Are you okay?" He asked, helping the Canadian boy up.

"Yeah." Justin responded, dusting the dirt off of his clothes.

Harry notice that Justin's forearm was bleeding.

"You're bleeding!" He pointed out. "I'll get you a band aid."

"No, I'll be fine." Justin stopped Harry from going inside.

"Um okay." Harry gave him a strange look. "Why are you here anyways? Didn't you left Ariana at prom last night?"

"That's why I'm here, to talk to her about it."

"Well she's not here."

"Then where is she?"

"It's none of your concern. You can talk to her when she comes back."

"Harry, come on. It is my concern, because I'm her boyfriend. I know I fucked up and I'm trying to fix it."

"Well it's family business. Sorry mate."

Harry was about to get back into his car until he heard Justin spoke.

"I kissed Zayn."

Harry turned around and looked at Justin, confused.

"What?" The curly haired boy asked, making sure he heard him right.

"Yeah, I'm still figuring myself out." Justin admitted. "Let me know when Ariana comes back."

Justin hopped on his skateboard and skated down the street. When he got to Zayn's house, he knocked on the door.

Trisha opened the door and Justin greeted her with a friendly smile.

"Hello Mrs. Malik. Is Zayn here?"

"Sorry, he's not. He told me that he went to Harry's for the day." Trisha answered.

Justin was confused, because he just went to Harry's house and didn't see Zayn there. He also think it's strange that Ariana wasn't there either.

"Well I let him borrow my notes for class and I need them back to study. Is it okay if I get them from his room?" He lied.

"Sure." Trisha stepped aside to let him in.

Justin thanked her before going upstairs to Zayn's room. The first thing he saw was a drawing of Ariana on the wall. He wondered why he had a drawing of her on his wall. He knew that Zayn liked her, but he thought the lad moved on.

Then he stepped on something that made a crumbled sound. He looked down and saw a ripped condom wrapper.

Who did Zayn sleep with after prom?

Justin asked himself. He remembered that Zayn didn't have a date. His heart sank a little, because he has feelings for the lad.

He pulled out a letter from his pocket that he wrote for him. He placed it on his bed, but saw an earring shinning from the sunlight that's coming from the window. It looks awfully familiar to him.

He picked up the silver earring to get a closer look. His heart sank even more when it's the same earring that Ariana wore to prom.