I woke up when I felt I was in an uncomfortable sleeping position. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Harry was still next to me. His head on my shoulder and the DVD player was still on but nothing was playing.

We both had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie that Harry had put on. I didn't know what it was because I was already too tired to be watching something.

"Harry," I whispered, trying to wake him up.

"What?" I heard him groan on the first call.

"I need to go to work. I want to use your bathroom," I informed.

"Go..." Harry drawled. Lifting his head, I let it rest back and then left to use his bathroom. I washed myself a bit and put on the same high-waisted jeans that I had from yesterday and Harry's green T-shirt tucked into my pants. Harry had lent me his normal sized t-shirt so that I would be more comfortable and the shirt actually stopped a few centimetres below my knees.

When I was done, I brushed my hair with my fingers and then poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen. I still had about an hour before I started work but I was also aware that the distance between the cafe and Harry's apartment was quite further apart.

I knew I would have to trouble him again but I had no choice. Slowly walking to Harry who was still asleep on the couch, I woke him up but nudging his toes.

"I'm sleepy," I heard him muttered.

"Harry, I know you're sleepy and I'm sorry that I'm gonna trouble you but you need to send me to work. Don't you have work to go to, too?" I blabbered.

"I'm not working today. I'll send you to work," Harry muttered but still remain in his sleeping position.

"Harry, come on or I'll be late."

"Pull me up," Harry said and stretched his hand forward. I did as told but he was quite heavy. I gave up soon after and Harry got up at his own will. "Let's go," he said, fetching his car keys.

"Don't you need to shower or at least brush your teeth?" I asked, surprised.

"Nope, I don't smell that bad," Harry said and then opened the door. He was only in a pair of Superman boxer and grey wife-beater shirt. I didn't think it was appropriate but I didn't really bother either.

He was wide awake by the time he started the car and quickly, we were on the road. We didn't talk much, basically just enjoying each other's presence in silence until we were about to reach the cafe.

"What time do you end your work?"

"4pm if I decided not to extend my work time," I said.

"Then can I fetch you at 4?"

"You don't have to fetch me, Harry," I said with a smile.

"I'd like to teach you how to make the chocolate mug cake. I ran out of cocoa powder and I'll get it later and you can come back to my place and I'll teach you," Harry explained, grinning. "Then we can have dinner. I'll cook!"

I laughed. I had fun and was happy being around Harry; like I was enjoying life. I wished I was with Zain but since he didn't even bother to call me up and ask where was I and what not, I guess he was having his fun too. And sadly, without me.

"Alright then. I'll see you at 4," I decided causing to Harry to want to punch the air but instead his knuckles hit the roof of the car. "You're funny," I said, still laughing from what just happened.

"Please. Continue. Laughing," Harry chided.

By the time we reached the cafe, I was still feeling like laughing but this time Harry didn't mind. I turned around to face him to say goodbye but he surprised me by leaning close and kissed my cheek.

I was surprised. I had never been kiss or kissed a friend. Was this considered cheating on Zain? I just stared at Harry until he spoke.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you when I haven't brush my teeth."

I laughed because what he just said was too cute. He looked guilty not because he had kissed me but because he had kissed me with his unclean mouth.

Getting out of the car, I waved goodbye at him and gave him a smile.

* * *

I could see Harry's car directly in front of the cafe at 3:52pm. There weren’t many customers that day and most of the time, Nick, the others and I could slack.

Exactly at 4 when nobody else came in, I left the cashier and went to change. I had borrowed one of the girl's pink Polo-T because I came in with Harry's green t-shirt. September didn't seem to mind with me wearing high-waisted jeans.

I said goodbye to Nick and the other cliques and then hopped out of the cafe. I knocked on Harry's window and grin even though I couldn't see him inside. The door opened from the inside and Harry smiled at me. He had showered, changed and of course looking fresher.

"Hey you look so excited," Harry commented right after I put my seat-belt on.

"Really?" I asked, trying to put a frown. I didn't know why I was actually feeling happy and I also knew I started grinning when I saw Harry's car parked in front of the cafe.

"Yeah. Even if you're frowning, I somehow could see your face glowing with happiness," he said.

"I don't know," I told him truthfully, "Probably I'm excited to finally learn a new recipe?"

"Yeah, I guess," Harry said, starting the car. "We’ll eat dinner first. I made chicken mushroom baked rice and some lemon drumlets. After that, then we can make the mug cake for so called desert."

"Sounds good," I said, showing him both of my thumbs up. Harry smiled.

We talked some more, basically how my day was at work. He also told me about how he had actually cooked the drumlets the wrong way; instead of baking it, he deep-fried it. I laughed when he said he got panic at the splattering cooking oil.

We reached Harry's parking lot and then we took our own sweet time to get up to his apartment which was at the thirty-six storey. But when we got out of the lobby and saw a few different shoes on his doormat, we stopped.

"I think we have guests..." Harry trailed.

"Who?"

"People who own my house keys," Harry said.

"Who?" I asked again.

"Let's go," Harry said, not even answering my question. He unlocked his door and then opened it.

My question was soon answered when I saw 3 guys sitting on the couch and 1 very familiar guy standing right in front of the door-from the inside.

"No wonder you didn't come down to the studio today," Zain hissed to Harry. What? I thought Harry had his off day?

"I wasn't feeling well this morning," Harry said.

"Hah. What did you do last night? Or, who were you with?" Zain asked in an accusing tone and I could feel that his question was directed to me.

"I stayed with Harry last night," I told Zain, stepping in between Zain and Harry.

"I know," Zain said, now looking angrily at me, "I found your clothes on his couch. And just look at what you're wearing - I know that t-shirt belongs to Harry."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Follow me home," Zain said in a warning tone as he grabbed my upper arm and about to shove me out of Harry's apartment.

"No!" I screamed.

"Why?"

"Harry cooked us dinner and he's gonna teach me how to bake..."

"Bullshit. Those are not important," Zain cut me off.

"Go Savannah. I can teach you how to make the mug cake some other time and I promise to cook us dinner again some other time," Harry said.

"There is no some other time," Zain spat and then pulled me to the lobby.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, not liking everything that had just happened. Zain remained silent.

When the door to the lift open, he pulled me out and continued pulling me until we reached his car. He pushed me into the passenger seat and got in too before he started driving at a high speed. He was still silent - silent all the way until we reached his apartment.

I got out of the car before him and slammed his expensive Range Rover's car. I didn't like the way he was acting - he was unreasonable.

I walked in my increasing speed towards the lobby, not wasting any time to get back to Zain's apartment like it was mine. But of course Zain had to be faster. He grabbed me from the back by the hand and pulled me until I hit his chest.

I turned around, slapped his hand away and screamed to his face, "What is wrong with you?"

"I am just fetching you home," Zain said, trying to talk softly.

"No, I'm not talking about you fetching me home. I'm talking about how you were with Harry just now and why you were pulling me."

"Baby..."

"No, you don't baby me!" I scolded and then continued walking towards the lobby.

"Hey listen," he said as he tried to walk in the same pace as me, "I'm worried when you didn't get home last night. I went to make a police report but they didn't approve my report because it hasn't been 24 hours. I went to work and Harry didn't come. The boys and I wanted to visit him; at the same time after that we could search for you but his house was empty and I found your clothes on his couch."

I kept quiet, and continued walking. I was like ignoring him even though I heard every single word he said. Unfortunately, we stopped at the lobby while waiting for the lift.

"Look. If you're in my place, you would think all sorts of things. Harry is my good friend and you spent the night with him. I found your clothes - of course all sort of thinking went through my mind."

I still remained quiet until we stepped into the lift. But Zain spoke again, "I'm your boyfriend, Savannah. I'm worried when you didn't return last night and didn't even bother giving me a call. Heck, you didn't even answer my phone calls. And then now, knowing you spent the night with Harry - in his clothes; as a boyfriend I am jealous."

"Say something, damn it!" Zain cursed when I didn’t utter any word and slammed his fist on the wall of the lift.

"Say something?" I asked, quietly. "You were the one who dropped me at the damn quiet busstop all by myself. The only place open there was a pub and you didn't even think what if someone else came out from there and took me. You just left with you girlfriend! Harry came by, fortunately and we had fun baking. He was the one who offered for me to stay at his place because I didn't want to come back to you, knowing you was gonna spend the night with your girlfriend! I changed into Harry's clothes because for goodness sake, I can't sleep with bralet and blazer and high-waist jeans on. We both fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie."

"You said you're my boyfriend but let me tell you, you're not acting like one. You're starting to make me feel like I had made a wrong decision by coming here. If you were having all sorts of thinking when you saw my clothes at Harry's place, then don't you think I had somethings on my mind too when Perrie came over and sleep with you?"

"I dropped you off because that was what you said to Perrie and I didn't want Perrie to find out about us," Zain defended himself and tried to take my hand but I quickly fold my arms. I was disappointed with what he had just said.

"I said those to Perrie because you weren't going to say anything to her. Why didn't you want Perrie to find out about us? Because I'm just someone whom you met online? Because Perrie isn't your fake girlfriend like you told me? Because I'm just your cousin from mom's side like you told her? Because all you want to do is take care of her heart and broke mine!"

I was screaming towards the end and I could feel my eyes pooling with tears. Zain just looked at me sympathetically but sadly, that wasn't what I wanted.

Just on time when the lift door open, I got out first, leaving Zain in the lobby for him to decide to let me in his apartment or not.

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