Longing for you

“I think it´s time for desert”, Taylor said and Rosy let out an excited squeeze over the word. She made me laugh since she was the cutest thing I´ve ever know and I found myself to loud. My plan was to try to be invincible and pray to God that Harry wouldn´t propose to Aimee after dinner.

Zayn laid over and I smelt his scent as he said quietly near my ear: “She already knows about the good things in life.” I had to smile since he clearly tried to cheer me up and he was right. Aimee offered to help Taylor and she floated to the house.

“You´re okay?”, Zayn asked, but I couldn´t answer since they already came back.

“Look what I found in the kitchen”, Aimee sheered as she sat back on her seat next to Harry´s.

“What is it`?”, he asked with his raspy tone of voice. She held a book in her perfect manicured nails, but I couldn´t see what it was about.

“It´s from your senior year, guys”, she let us know and I frowned. This day was probably the worst in my life. Too many memories for only 12 hours.

“Was that your prom night?”, Aimee suddenly asked and I could see the emerald green in front of my eyes instantly. Harry, wearing a tux and telling me that I was pretty.

“Oh, you two went together?”, she asked surprised and glanced over at me.

“Aimee, we...”, Harry said as she looked at the photos again.

“You two...went together like in...together?” What the hell?, I thought. Which pictures were in this freaking book?

“Aimee, we kind of...we just had this thing...”, he stumbled.

“A thing?”, her voice sounded like a scream without the volume. A thing? I had the same thought. A thing, oh great.

“Like...seeing each other.” She starred at me again and I saw that she wanted to kill me as she realized the meaning of his words.

For the second time on this day I felt shaky and I opened my mouth to say something. Anything that would make this situation better, but I didn´t found the right words.

“Oh my god. You two...?” Everybody at the table were silent and I felt the quietness hover over me.

“Excuse me...”, I pressed out and stood up.

My feet carried me down the stairs and around the corner to the pool. I got out of my shoes and sat down at the edge, cooling my feet in the cold water, while I closed my eyes and tried to fight against the tears, which came up. It had been the wrong decision, I thought.

Coming back, even just for a holiday had clearly been the wrong decision. Why couldn´t I just move on and try to get along with my life in Germany?

The right thing would have been to accept the situation and reconnect with old friends over there or make new ones, either way would have been right, but this? This wasn´t. I heard the footsteps, but I kept my eyes shut.

“I really don´t wanna talk, Tay”, I pressed out with a thin voice, but the person sat next to me.

“You don´t have to.” I opened my eyes in surprise as I heard Zayns´ voice instead. He faintly smiled at me and I wiped some of the tears away, which had been rolling over my cheeks. We only sat there, enjoying the sunset and the sound of insects around us before I started to speak.

“How is it in there?”, I asked even though I was unsure, if I really wanted to know.

“Uncomfortable. They went inside to...talk.” I nodded and kept quiet again.

“That´s what I call a surprise”, he winked at me and I winced.

“Oh my god”, I cried and hid my face in my hands: “That´s horrible!”

I expected him to say something, like you could have told me or that´s such a messy situation, but he didn´t said a thing. He started to laugh out loud.

“Stop it!”, I cried and punched his shoulder, but I had to laugh too. I laughed so hardly that the tears, which came up earlier ran over my face.

“I can´t believe this just happened!”, I let out as we tried to calm back down again.

“It was really surprising. You two really were a couple?”, Zayn asked and it could hear his curiosity.

“Yeah, we were. We met in the bakery last year, pretty soon after I had arrived in Holmes Chapel and then it just kind of happened”, I mumbled.

“In the bakery, really?”, Zayn sounded unbelievably and I nodded.

“That´s sick. Do you feel okay with it?” I raised my eyebrows since I had no idea what exactly he meant.

“Seeing him with her?” Oh, that was what he meant.

“No, I mean I´m okay with it. We clearly both moved on”, I lied or was I really okay with it? No, the shattered plates proved me wrong. To hear about Harrys´ new sex life with her hurted and disgusted me.

“Okay”, Zayn looked at me and left it alone what only made him be a better listening person.

“I can´t imagine you two together”, was the only thing he said and I had to smile over that. I never thought about the look of the two of us together, but now I wondered, if he was right.

“Can I do something for you?”, he asked carefully and I looked up into his dark, framed eyes and the way his eyes fluttered all over my face.

“If it´s okay, can you hug me, please?”, my voice was low and nothing more than just a whisper. His mouth angles got up and the smile reached his eyes and made them sparkle.

“Sure, it would be my pleasure”, he grinned and pulled me in a tight hug.

I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed in his smell, which immediately calmed me down. His arms were wrapped around my waist and held me for some seconds.

“Thanks”, I mumbled into his shoulder and I could hear his smile in his voice as he said: “Wanna get out of here?” I couldn´t think of anything else I wanted to do more that moment.

Harrys` POV:

“Aimee, listen to me for a freaking second, please!”, but she didn´t seemed to.

“I can´t believe you two acted like you´ve never really talked more than two sentences the whole day and then you tell me that you actually hooked up already?”, her voice was angry.

“We never talked about ex-partners, so I never felt like I had to bring her up and I didn´t knew she would come over here! I didn´t knew how to tell you!”, I explained myself.

“What about: Hey Aimee, I think I should tell you that this small girl from Germany had been my girlfriend! I just want to make sure you don´t have to be afraid of something!”, she spat at me.

“C´mon Aimee, that had been last year! So much happened after that! You happened and college and Manchester...”, I sounded like a lame clockwork.

“You know what I´ll walk out there again and we just leave it alone since we were already ruining the evening and we can talk about it later tonight”, she commanded and left me alone. What did just happened?

“Taylor!”, I stopped her as she tried to pass me to get to the toilet.

“Yeah?”, her voice was fearing.

“I have to talk to Clary, clear things up. You know where she is?”, I asked her.

“She just left”, Taylor informed me.

“Left? How?” I knew she liked to walk, but from Manchester to Holmes Chapel was even for her way to many kilometers.

“Zayn took her home”, Taylor said and I let out a groan.

Zayn? The intimating bad boy? That was laughable, but why was I so furious about it then? Could this day get any worse?

Clary´s POV:

“Mmmmh, that´s so good!”, I let out with a full mouth.

“It´s like the best ice cream in Holmes Chapel”, Zayn added and I had to agree since the creamy mixture melted on my tongue.

“This is just what I needed right now”, I laughed and he gave me a friendly smile.

“You know what we should do?”, I asked him, but of course he had no clue.

“Order another sundae!” I sounded like a little kid, who always wanted more and more and couldn´t get enough, but I didn´t cared. It felt too good.

“You know what? I don´t need cigarettes or alcohol to get happy again. All I need is ice cream”, I laughed and his face went guilty.

“Can´t say the same about me.” I knew what he was talking about since he tried to hide his smoking breaks at work. The point actually was that Zayn kind of made this whole smoking thing really hot.

“As long as you´re fine with it, I´m okay with that”, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I´m not, but I tried to stop once and I failed. Just an addiction I guess”, he said and I could tell he was pretty bothered.

“Why did you started anyways?”, I smacked with my mouth already full of ice cream again.

“I guess I just had the wrong friends and school kind of fucked me up that time, so I just got to it”, he uttered and I could tell he was bothered about that fact.

“Fake friends can make you do a lot of things you never really wanted to do”, I let him know.The moment he wanted to answer me his phone buzzed with a text message.

“Damn it”, he mumbled.

“What´s wrong?”, I asked.

“My Mum has to take an extra shift and she wants me to look after my sisters”, he sighed deeply.

“That´s okay, I´ll just pay and you can go home”, I stood up.

“Oooor...you could come with me and hang out while eating something. You could also save me from the little monsters”, he blushed and I found him incredibly cute.

The only question was what I should do? Probably the best idea would be to go back to Taylor and Connor and take it easy for the rest of the day. But I really hated the thought of laying in bed alone and reading another ten chapters of The Great Gatsby, so I figured I could give it a try.

“That sounds good” and as soon as he heard my approval a big smile flasher over his face.

Twenty minutes later we entered the door of the small flat and the smell of flowers and detergent welcomed us. We ended up always touching each other as we tried to get out of our jackets in the little hall and I mumbled a lot of apologies.

“I´m home”, Zayn shouted and we followed the noise, coming from the living room. We found two pretty young girls, sitting in front of the TV and watching any kind of casting show.

“Mum said you´ll make food and...she hasn´t mentioned a girl coming with you”, she said as she saw me and I raised my hand to welcome them.

“Waliyha, Safaa this is Clary. Clary that are Waliyha and Safaa”, Zayn introduced us. The other girl only nodded over at me with a small smile, while the younger one seemed to be really excited.

“You two are a couple?”, she asked and I laughed.

“No, we aren´t! We´re only working together!”, I informed her and glanced over at Zayn, who looked like he felt very embarrassed.

“Alright, let´s just grab some food”, he forced me and pushed me to the kitchen and I couldn´t stop myself from thinking he wanted to escape from the uncomfortable situation.

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