Five Lovestories

The warm, almost naked body that I had been snuggled up to all night, the cozy and sweet smell that had crawled up my nostrils and spread around in my body as a safe feeling, was suddenly gone. Or not suddenly, but my sudden awakeness made my hands search for his soft skin, and he wasn't there. I sat up, with my hair standing in every direction. After I had slightly rubbed my eyes, things were still the same.
I smiled when I gathered all my confused feelings together in one soup, because I realized how much I really missed him, loved him, needed him. I wanted to spend the morning here, with him, all day long, all night long. Just cuddling, maybe kissing a little bit, just like we had done the previous night..
My eyes that were blurry from all the beautiful moments we shared a few hours ago, laying tight together, ended up on a mirror in front of the bed I was sitting in. Zayns bed. I looked at the mirror, just stared for a few seconds, and then noticed. I was smiling like a complete idiot. Only the thought of Zayn made me do that, I thought.
Finally, I was where I wanted to be. Recovering from Harry took a little while, but when I looked back at it, I thought it was okay. It was okay to feel the way I had felt. Not getting over Harry. But the way Zayn now made me feel.. Maybe it was even better? I didn't like to think that, but my feelings were too confusing for me to be sure.
No, it's too early to start to compare them, I thought and jumped out of the bed. I showered for a short while, after I had luckily found a backup-shampoo in my bag. It reminded me of Bim, the lonely bag that were staring at me from the bathroom-corner. I couldn't exactly blame her, or what she did. What I had done to her, what I had put her through, was wrong, and she had every right to be mad at me. I even would agree to let her be alone in the dormitory for as long as she wanted, because I would be okay here with Zayn, and whatever she needed right now, she could have it. I just felt like I should be able to get my stuff, because based on the last time we saw each other, it didn't look like I was getting back soon.
No, I thought and shaked my head after I got shampoo in my eyes. I have to stop thinking of her. I turned the shower off and twirled a towel around my wet body, and one more around my hair. Someone opened the door into the dormitory, and I smiled while wiping my face dry and clean.

"Hi babe!" I shouted through the door.

"It's me, you're still here?" Weirdo-Walter muttered.

I laughed at his bitterness. I had gotten the impression of him that he always was bitter, or maybe he just didn't like me.

"Yeah, do you know where Zayn went? Class haven't started, have they?"

"No, it's an hour left." He mumbled.

I turned the light in the bathroom off, and walked out. Walter immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"What? I'm not naked. Or, well.." I laughed.

"Look, I don't know where Zayn is, I might have seen him in the cafeteria, I don't know.."

I nodded. I had to settle for that answer.
I quickly got dressed, and looked at my creation in my mirror. Since I didn't have time to pick out clothes when Bim told me to leave, there wasn't too much to choose between in my bag. It wasn't the prettiest outfit, I could agree. But I this was the best I could do. Just when I went through our "homework", the door opened a second time. This time it was my baby. I smiled at him and sat on his bedside.

"Hi." He smiled to both of us.

He was carrying a three mugs and he was wearing a brown leather jacket, and his hair was styled upwards in a quiff. God, I thought, he was totally rocking the "bad boy"-look.

"When did you wake up?" He asked.

"Half an hour ago, I think." I smiled and recieved a hot coffee. "Thanks, just what I needed!"

"You know I don't like coffee." Walter said and turned his back at Zayn.

"I know, that's why I got you tea."

Walter slowly turned back and took the cup out of Zayns hand.

"Thank you." He said short.

Zayn laughed quiet, and made the "he's crazy"-face. Not only was it adorable, it was in a twisted way fucking hot. Or maybe, every face looked good on him. Yeah, I thought amused, that has to be the answer. I bit my lip while watching him take small sips on his coffee, and when he stood in front of the mirror, pushing back his already perfect hair.
Suddenly, I couldn't handle the empty feeling I had been carrying since the loss of his body-connection. I was desperate, and I was scared, never had I felt this.. need before. I held out my hand for him to grab it, so I could pull him closer to me. I wasn't gonna lie, that look was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. I craved his small, soft hands, his sticky beard on my cheek. Zayn turned around, and he immediately sucked my world up again. His smile was bigger than ever when he bent down to kiss me. While planting bigger and bigger kisses on his mouth, I slowly brought my hand up to his left arm. It trailed it's way down to his right hand, where he held his coffee. I gently pulled it out of his hand, and I could feel a small smile play on his lips.

"What are you doing.."

"Shh." I said into the kiss and put the coffee away, somewhere, without really looking where it ended up.

I swung my arms around his neck, and his bending position over me was something he couldn't hold onto for very long, I was practically dragging him down over me. His knees hit the sides of me, and his hand was on my chin, bringing my face up closer to his. I didn't think, I didn't wanna have to, I just tugged his shirt in a direction, any direction to get it off him.

"Okay, guys, I would normally say "get a room", but now since you already got one.. I'm out of here. And I just wanted to let you know that our first class starts in ten minutes, and.. yeah." Weirdo-Walter said and rushed out of the room.

Zayn and I started laughing, and his arms suddenly couldn't hold his body up. He fell on me, and to the side. I climbed up onto his torso and giggled.

"We should get to class." I said and let my little finger iceskate over his chest.

"Yeah." He said and grabbed my wrists, and shoved me down on my back again. "You know what?"

I shooked my head.

"I heard that the principal had something to tell us all, like, something huge."

"Really? That should be interesting." I said and stood up, and re-fixed my hair. "C'mon, let's go."

I took his hand and grabbed my coffee.
The whole day had gone by, and I hadn't seen Bim. That's unusual, I thought, a bit annoyed.
It was in class, just as we were rehearsing the small homework we had gotten, when the speakers started to crack, and we all went silent.

"Goodmorning students. I hope you've had a great day so far, but I can assure you all now that it will get better."

Zayn and I looked at each other with widened and curious eyes.

"The college have gotten an offer. There's this big group of adults that travel all around the world, to teach people in all ages to sing. I'm sure you've heard of them, or seen them somewhere. They're very famous, and very appericated. And now, they have contacted us, and asked us to come."

"Oh, I've heard about them!" Zayn whispered. "They're called something like 'Olzons', I can't really remember."

I nodded but told him to be quiet.

"But it's not just a bus trip there. Guys, pack your bags. You're going to America!"

Every eye in the room grew bigger, and not a soul wasn't excited enough to jump off their chairs and cheer.

"Oh my God!" I said and hugged Zayn.

His smile was so real, just in that moment. You could tell he was honestly excited for this trip. I could see the other boys on the top of the stairs, happy as well. Niall catched my eye, and gave me a slight wink. I laughed but hugged Zayn harder.

"Where's Harry?" I asked and Zayn pointed at a bench in the very back of the room.

I smiled just by looking at him, not for the reasons it may sound like, but I was just suddenly so happy to have him in my life. As a friend, of course. I really hoped I hadn't screwed things up with him.
Harry looked up from his book. He had smiled, and slowly nodded for like a second, before he had found his way back to the book. But now, we locked eyes. I tried a smile, not sure if he would smile back. Maybe he would just ignore it, and look down again. Or maybe he would shake his head, or just look at me with the most hatered stare ever.
Harry hesitated for a second. Then he cracked up in a smile, way bigger than mine. Thank God, what a feeling.

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