"What are you doing here, Perrie?" Zain asked immediately. I continued removing my shoes and then turned to Perrie who was glaring at me.

"Hi," I said to her, waving a hand. I would really love to know her better. I mean, with all of her acting as Zain's girlfriend, she sure must have known Zain better.

"Hi," Perrie replied unhappily, folding her arms, "Who are you?"

"Oh yeah, where are my manners. I'm just sleepy. My name is Savannah," I introduced myself and held back a yawn, "I'm Zain's gir..."

"She's my cousin," Zain cut me off. I frowned at him. "Erm, cousin from mom's side."

"Oh," Perrie said, "I'm Perrie." And this time, she was starting to smile. "Where were you guys?"

"We went on a d..."

"Just walking. Showing Savannah around. She's my cousin from Austria. She's staying here for holidays," Zain cut me off again, lying.

"And you bought her flowers?"

"No. These are for you. I thought of giving them to you when you fly off to Italy tomorrow," Zain said. But the flowers were mine... I watched in sadness as Zain handed Perrie the flowers.

"You're sleepy right?" Zain asked, turning to me and I nodded. "Alright why don't you go to sleep first while I talk to Perrie?"

I nodded but eyed him suspiciously. "I'll explain later," Zain whispered when Perrie wasn't looking.

"Goodnight then," I said to nobody.

"Goodnight," I received a cheerful reply from Perrie. I smiled at her one last time before going into Zain's room. But as soon as I got in, I heard Perrie's voice again. "What? Wait, why is she sleeping in your room?"

"The bed in the guest room broke last two weeks. I ordered a new one but they are not here yet," I heard Zain's reply. True, he didn't lie.

"And where do you sleep?" I heard Perrie's question but I was getting too sleepy that I just collapsed myself down on Zain's bed and as soon as I inhaled Zain's scent on his pillow, I was gone.

* * *

I woke up feeling restless and sticky in bed. I got up and looked at what I wore to bed which was exactly the same thing that I had, when going out for the date with Zain last night.

Zain...

Last night...

Perrie was here last night and I sure realized that Zain was looking flustered even though I was sleepy. I was also aware that Zain was lying through everything that he said to Perrie.

We were on a date but he said we were just walking. The flowers were mine but he said it was for Perrie. That was supposed to be the first bouquet I received from a guy I call boyfriend.

Was Zain scared of Perrie?

Jumping out of the bed, I went out of the room and looked around the living room and kitchen for Zain but there was no sign of him. Glancing at the wall clock, it was only 7 in the morning. Where was Zain? He couldn't be at work already, could he?

Maybe he went out for a while for something urgent and will be back soon; I consoled myself.

Going back into the room, I decided on a shower but not long before I started soaping my body, I heard something dropped from the outside of the bathroom. Was Zain back? What if it wasn't Zain?

Rinsing every bubble off my body, I wrapped a towel around myself and just as I was about to quietly open the bathroom door; it was being pushed roughly from outside causing me to scream in fear.

A second later, I realized I wasn't the only one who had screamed. Opening my eyes slightly because I had them close when screaming, I saw someone else at the entrance of the door. I wondered if that someone was actually a he or a she because this person was looking down on the floor and he or she curly hair was covering the face. This person was clutching on an umbrella and was looking just as scared.

"Who are you?!" I asked daringly. I mean, if that person was looking scared, I should be the one looking all fierce and brave right?

"Harry?" I uttered in disbelief when that person slowly opened up his eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing here?"

Harry was now just looking at me and I was starting to feel creepy about it until I realized that he was staring at my uncovered body.

"Out, out, out!" I said as I pushed him out of the bathroom and out of the room. I locked the door and quickly went to find a pair of clothes to put on before going out.

I looked at the living room and frowned when Harry wasn't there. Did he leave? "Boo," a voice boomed in my ear.

Clutching onto my chest, I turned around and there he was in some jeans and T-shirt. "What are you doing here?" I asked, but not in a harsh tone.

"I was supposed to get something at Zayn's place and I totally had forgotten that you're staying here. I thought there was a stranger in here...so that explains me in the room with an umbrella," Harry explained.

"Oh," I said and hoping that he didn't bring out about seeing me only in towel. "Have you gotten what you need and by any chance, do you know where Zain is?"

"Yeah, I got it. It's just some music script needed at work today," Harry informed, "And what do you mean where is he?"

"I woke up this morning and Zain wasn't here," I told him.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"He flew to Italy with Perrie about a few hours ago," Harry told me and my eyes immediately turned into a golf sized ball.

"He didn't tell me anything. At all," I raised my voice slightly at Harry. Why did Zain leave just like that? The least he could do was tell me? Not that I was going to eat him or something?

"He didn't tell you probably because it's just gonna be a short trip. He and Perrie should be back here by tomorrow night or so," Harry continued.

"Are they in Italy, alone?" I couldn't help but ask. I knew Zain said that they were just fake dating but after a little suspicious act between the two of them, I just couldn't believe it anymore. Zain was supposed to explain to me things like why was he lying to Perrie and gave her my flowers.

"Nope," Harry answered. Thank god! "He's there with Perrie and the Little Mix girls along with their crews. It's just for a short couple meet and greet."

Couple... Yeah, they were fake dating. But fake dating could turn into real feelings right?

No no no! Pushing my negative thoughts aside, I turned to Harry.

"Are you supposed to be at work or something?"

"Nah. I have to be in the studio at 12. I couldn't sleep so I decided to get the music script early," he informed.

"Oh." I didn't know what to do. I was gonna be alone doing nothing except probably eating milo powder until Zain came back the next day.

"Would you like to join me for breakfast?" Harry offered and my eyes immediately lit up. At least, I wouldn't be totally alone.

"Sure. Are we going somewhere?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Woah there. Are you hungry or just plain excited about going out with me?" Harry questioned me, raising his eyebrows playfully.

"I'm hungry," I told him flatly causing him to chuckle.

"Alright, alright let's go in my car. There's this awesome pancake shop called The Pancakes with amazing pancakes..." Harry went on. I just followed him out, not caring that I was in some track pants and fitted T-shirt.

* * *

The Pancakes was definitely an awesome pancake shop. It was nearby an expensive hotel that was just around Zain's apartment. Harry had paid for my meal which was two pieces of buttermilk pancakes with blueberry and chocolate sauce. Following Harry out of Zain's apartment, I had forgotten to grab some cash and even my phone.

We stayed at The Pancakes for about two hours basically just having a small talk like were the pancakes delicious or did I prefer it with chocolate sauce or whipped cream, before Harry said he had to go to the studio.

Harry dropped me at a nearby street and from there, I walked home. It didn't give me much to look at but I was satisfied and happy looking at how the stores were lovely and nicely decorated. I wished I could go in and probably get something but I knew I didn't have enough money. I had a few more pounds but that wouldn't be enough for me.

I didn't come here with a plan. With not enough money with me, how was I going to survive? How was I going to go back to Austria, whenever it was? How was I gonna buy some small souvenirs for Mother and Sam since they had never been anywhere else other than staying in Austria? Had I make the wrong choice coming to London just to meet my online boyfriend?

Was all gonna be worth it?

Staying in the apartment alone was making me thinking too much. So I decided to walk further down the streets. I got my phone and wallet and went to look into Zain's closet for probably a small sling bag to put my stuff in. I was perfectly sure that Zain wouldn't mind.

Pulling onto one the drawers, I was shocked to find not one, two or even three photo frames. There were a lot of them but they were all faced down. Why would Zain keep the photo frames here? There were a lot of empty spaces and walls in his living room - he could have placed them there.

Taking one of the photo frames, I suddenly felt tears at the rimmed of my eyes. I took another one and then another one. Tell me why I shouldn't feel like tearing when the first one that I took was a picture of them kissing and the rest were them, making their history.

I thought they were only fake dating? So why did Zain keep photos of him and Perrie and even framed them?

Sorry, it's a little short and boring :/