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August 4, 2017 "So where is your little bundle of joy?" Mocking eyes trace over my face while I stand in the little studio apartment that had scatters artwork and supplies everywhere. "She's with Harry," I answer taking a seat on his unmade bed. The same bed I dominated him on as memories come and go. Paint is freshly coating little specks of his shirt and light washed jeans that are hanging off his hips. My gaze wanders to the black and white canvas he is working on, the eyes staring back looking familiar. "So what brings you here? You know grown ups have to work too." Zayn says folding his arms and referring to the interruption I had caused him. I could tell Zayn was deep into his work from the way I had sat and knock relentlessly for two or three minutes. "I wanna talk to you about
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