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For two days a pair of green eyes haunted Zayn’s dreams. Upon awakening, the actor wondered to whom the eyes belonged and where he knew those eyes from, but he was unable to find the answer. Despite being frustrated, Zayn was grateful. 

The clock showed 8 am. Zayn woke up every day at the same time, even if he had went to sleep at 5am.

The phone rang. Zayn was too lazy to get up. 

"You’ve reached Zayn Malik’s phone. I can’t answer right now. Leave your message after the beep"

"Zayn, answer the phone. It is 8:15, I know you're already awake, man."

Zayn smiled, Louis knew him very well. The actor was wriggling in bed, trying to reach the phone.

"I will not give up. I will not give up." Louis screamed from the other end.

"For God's sake, Louis William Tomlinson! It’s just 8 am and you're trying to give me a headache for rest of the day!"

"Why didn’t you answer my call, huh? Never mind, today is the big day. Are you ready?" Louis’ voice sounded euphoric.

"Louis, calm down okay? I don't know if today is a good day."

"I will be at your house in an hour. And, I don't need breakfast I have already eaten, thanks. See you, brother."

Zayn wanted to kill Louis sometimes, not literally. But the actor knew Louis was one of the few people who would be at his side when everybody left.

******

Zayn opened the drawer of the office cabinet. There were a lot of clippings of newspapers articles and magazines, all involving Alison.

 

"Alison Malik cannot be with us anymore, but will be forever in our hearts."

"Composer, actress, mother…Alison Malik will be in Hollywood history."

Every words in those articles were causing tears to roll down the actor's face.

"Zayn" Monica said opening the door. Zayn wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater.

Monica had worked for Zayn since he was 16. She was the housekeeper, but for Zayn, she was more than that. She was his second mother.

All his employees and workers went their homes at the end of the day except for Monica.

Zayn did not know how to deal with the loss of his wife. He became rude, obnoxious, and his workers didn't last for more than a month after her death.

Monica, two years ago, did the works of many. She was the nanny and the cook, cleaned the mansion alone, and often took turns with Louis to chauffeur him around. She had moved in the house at Zayn’s backyard when Alison died. She never complained, Zayn was like her son.

Like Monica, Celine was also one of the workers who stayed. It had been a year since she first started working in the Malik's house. In the beginning, Zayn was totally rude to her, but with time Celine started to understand. She liked her boss, and especially admired the love that Zayn had for Emma. The child had won the babysitter’s heart since she the first time she laid her eyes on her. Emma won over Celine with her long hair, blue eyes and sweet ways.

"Zayn, Louis is in the living room with a guy I've never seen before." Monica said softly

"He really came. I am not prepared to talk to other people, Mon." Zayn walked up to Monica and hugged her. 

My son, you cannot lock yourself in the house forever. There is a beautiful world out there." Monica kissed his hair. "You have to live."

*****

"Zayn! Thought you'd be in the office all day."

"Please, Louis, I'm doing this for you, don’t make me regret it." Zayn sat on the sofa looking around for his new "apprentice". "So, where is he?"

"He told me that he loves begonias and asked if he could go in your garden to see your greenhouse."

"Are you crazy, Louis?" Zayn bristled rising from the couch. "Get him out of there right now. That place is mine and Alison’s." Zayn bellowed.

Zayn, calm down. THINK about the good side, you have something in common. You both love begonias." Louis tried to calm him down which didn’t seem to be helping, judging from his friend’s serious expression.

"NOW!"

Louis thought for a moment that it wasn’t a good way of introducing them for the first time. "Shit" He said to himself.

*****

"This is Harry, the boy I told you about." Louis told Zayn who was watching television, his back towards them.

"You." The two said at the same time.

"Do you know each other?" Louis asked looking at both in turn.

"This is the guy who helped Emma in the park." Zayn said shyly.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked with a big smile on his face. For a moment Harry's eyes seemed familiar to the actor.

"Did you like my greenhouse?" Zayn asked folding his arms, ignoring Harry’s question.

"I loved it, your flowers are beautiful." Harry said gently.

"Thank you. Next time ask me before going there. If there’s going to be a next time that is." Harry lowered his eyes, embarrassment overcoming him.

Sorry."

"Well, I'll leave you guys alone." Louis said breaking the tension between them. "Emma is already awake?" He asked and Zayn nodded.

"Let's go to my studio." Zayn said, gesturing Harry to follow him.

****

"How old are you, Harry?" Zayn asked sitting on his chair

"23. You are 27, right?" Harry clasped his hands, trying to push away his shyness.

 "

I'll ask the questions." Zayn wrote down on his notebook.

"Arrogant." was his first note. "Do you think you are a good actor?" Zayn asked staring at him deeply.

"I think so. Louis would not be so interested in me if I was not."

"That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life." Zayn laughed sarcastically.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Harry asked seriously moving closer to the actor's chair.

"Louis is interested in anything, kid. Once Louis was interested in a street performer who was playing with fire. Louis wanted to be his agent, he found him charismatic. Do not be fooled, boy, Hollywood is not just for pretty faces." He got up and stood face to face with him, "What else can you do besides acting?" 

I can sing too." Harry wanted to break the actor’s face, but he did not want to disappoint his possible manager.

"Okay, show me then." 

So, Harry started singing. He was not a professional singer, but he could easily get into musical theater. Zayn raised a hand as a signal for him to stop.

"Shut up. Not even the dogs would want to hear you sing."

Harry turned around and gathered his coat; he had dropped it on the floor when they entered the studio. 

"You are everything that I despise in the new generation actors. You’re all like ‘I know!’, ‘I'm good at what I do’, ‘I can’’. Being an actor is to learn new things every day and keep up with them, it is to retrain and practice every day and understand that you don’t know everything.” Zayn said pulling Harry's coat from his hands.

"Who are you to tell me to 'learn’ and 'retrain'?” Harry yelled at him. Zayn's eyes widened, he was not expecting Harry to be able to respond after what he just said. “As far as I know, you have stopped in time. You’re live like a caveman. You are a false moralist, arrogant and disgusting." Harry grabbed his coat again

Harry walked towards the door. Zayn was perplexed enough to continue the discussion.

"You know what? I also despise you. We are even." Harry slammed the door furiously.

*****

"I'm leaving." Harry told Louis in the hallway. "I never want to see this guy again in my life. Stay here if you want." Harry said furiously, rushing down the stairs.

We know many people in our life but a single person can suddenly change it forever.

Harry and Zayn had not realized that they could not escape what was already destined. And, if they try to escape, fate will bring them together again.

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