Harry had been sitting in the hospitals cafeteria all day, waiting to hear something on Niall. Anne stayed for a while too, but had to go to work. Do Harry was left alone with his head in his hands, mind running a thousand miles about Niall.

The sound of a blue plastic try makes Harold look up at the Arabian boy placing food in front of himself and Harry. "You're Harry?" It was half a question. "Yeah." The familiar face sits down and starts chowing down. "I'm Nialls best friend." Hearing that was like a triggering of memories flashing inside my brain. I remember him now.

"I'm not really hungry at the moment." Zayn doesn't respond verbally, he just looks at Harry while chewing his burger. "My name is Zayn." The Arabian stuck out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry took it, finding this boy a little peculiar. Nothing like Niall. Zayn smiled at him for a long few seconds.

"Do you know anything about Niall?"

"I just saw him." Zayn says like it meant nothing. "Is he okay? Hiw did he look?" Harry shoots immediately, eyes bulging with more worry. Zayn couldn't help but smile. "They were taking him in for a CAT scan." Harry released a breath and covered his face again. What's wrong with Niall now? he thought. He was fine before.

Harry and Zayn sat in comfortable silence for the remaining time. Zayn left around dinner time, but Harry stayed.