"harry. avoiding me won't do anything. i don't know what's gotten into you." i spoke into my phone.

it was harry's voicemail again. it's been weeks.

"i really want you haz. i miss you." the line beeped.

"please.." i mumbled just to myself.

it was 3:36pm. i had been in my room all day. i didn't bother talking to my parents.

i opened my bedroom door, and looked around the hallways. no one was there. slowly, i creeped out and downstairs.

"zayn?" darn it. i sighed. my dad.

"what." i groaned. i didn't wanna talk.

"zayn come here please. we need to talk. you didn't come home till' late last night." i rolled my eyes after my dad spoke and walked to the kitchen.

"what does it matter to you?" my eyes widened.

"it matters a lot zayn. i'm your father." he frowned. i say down I front of him.

"were you with harry last night?" my dad questioned sternly.

"no i wasn't. i was with perrie and leigh. harry was supposed to come, but didn't show." i sighed heavily. "happy?" i stood up.

"zayn malik we are not done here." my dad hit the table.

"i actually think we are done." i was sick of this. walking out of the house, i got into my car and drove. drove for what seemed like forever. until I reached a diner.

harry's favourite diner. he'd talk about it all the time and said one day he'd take me.

he never did.

i haven't been there before. the place was kind of ghetto.

i parked my car, and walked inside.

"good afternoon sir. take a seat where ever." the waitress smiled at me.

i nodded and walked around a little, looking for a seat.

suddenly, i saw the curly hair and green eyes i haven't seen in weeks.

"harry?" i questioned, walking towards him.

"uh.." harry got up. i gently took his arm, sitting him back down. i sat in front of him.

"zayn.." harry sighed. he's been acting weird lately.

"what happened?.. i've missed you." i reached for his hand, and tried to grab it, but harry pulled away.

"are you okay?" i asked.

harry picked at his french fries.

"uh yeah.. i'm fine." he whispered.

"there's something your not telling me harry."

"zayn.. i-i.. it's nothing okay. i'm fine." he stood up. i stood up with him.

"haz. i know you keeping something from me." i grabbed his hand, but harry shook it off.

"zayn. i'm fine.. i told you last week. it's not going to work out." harry walked off, without word.

"why." i spoke, quietly. "why."