Longing for you

My reflection starred at me back from the mirror and I sighed. I knew I couldn´t hide in the bathroom forever, but I tried to knock out as much time as I could. Aimee waited in the bathroom and we hadn´t talked one word on the whole ride home.

She clearly still was angry and I felt like an idiot for not telling her early and the way things went at tonight´s dinner, but I didn´t knew how to apologize any more.

The silence in the room next door made me suspicious since she normally watched an episode of sex and the city, when she was upset. While I took one last and deep breath, I stepped out of the bath and what I saw was the last thing I would had expected at all.

There she was, laying on my bed and wearing the hottest underwear she probably had. Actually it wasn´t much underwear at all, it was more like a shred of material, which covered the interesting parts.

My mouth must have hung open because she said: “Stop staring and unwrap the present!” I still didn´t got it.

“Harry, can we just pretend like today didn´t happened and have some fun, please?” She wanted to go down there and for the first time this week, actually something happened down there.

I don´t know why, but I kind of wanted to forget about the thoughts, which tortured me for the last days and what was a better distraction than sex? So, I got over to here and started to kiss her wildly.

Let us have some fun.

Clarys` POV:

Safaa helped me with the dishes since her older sister had to do some homework and went to her room to finish it. She was such a chatty person, but not in an annoying way, but in a comfortable.

Her topics mostly had been celebrities, her awful teachers and a boy band, I´d never heard of before. After we were finished we got back to the living room and found Zayn.

He laid all over the small sofa, which was clearly to little for his long arms and legs. His face was relaxed and he looked like a kid, who tried to be bad and rebel against his parents and painted most part of his body with black ink.

How could this soft and still boy smoke and have so many tattoos?

“We should let him sleep”, Safaa suggested and I nodded and sat down in front of the couch, laying my back to the sofa.

“He worked too much lately”, her voice sounded pity-full.

“At the bakery?”, I tried to speak as low as I could to make sure he wouldn´t wake up.

“The bakery and Mum´s restaurant”, she uttered.

“He also works at the restaurant?”, my voice dropped of surprise.

“Sometimes, when our Mum has to shop groceries, visit our teachers or has to take us to the doctors”, she agreed. That was way to much and I stared at his pretty face. How could he do all of that?

“I had no idea”, I mumbled.

“He likes you”, she suddenly said and caught my full attention again.

“Huh?”, I let out a surprised groan.

“He talked about you and that´s a really rare action you normally get from him.” I frowned my forehead and looked at her.

“What did he said?”, I tried to stay cool and stop the urge to jump up and freak out.

“He said something like that you´re a friendly person and he finally has something to look forward to at work”, she shrugged her small shoulders.

“I think he should take things slower”, I let her know, but she smiled at me apologizing: “He wouldn´t be happy. Mum tried to force him once, but he got really angry and said he wanted to support her and giver her something back for all the years, she looked after us”, she said.

The more I got to know about him, the more he seemed to be a mystery to me. A good-looking, inked, shy, smiling and amazing and caring person.

“He´s a great brother”, Safaa continued and I clearly understood her.

“He is”, I agreed with her.

“Do you mind, if I watch the TV show to the end?”, she asked for my permission and I replied: “No, of course not!”

The flickering light made me tired and I felt my eyes got heavier. God, it had been such a stressful day and I wondered how I managed to stay up that long at all. Before I came to a conclusion I fell asleep.

I woke up by someone carefully shaking my shoulders. Her smell was the first thing I noticed before I recognized her voice. Zayns´ mother stood over me and forced me to get up.

“That position is not really healthy for your back, darling. I already made a bed for you to sleep in in Zayns´ room, just get up there”, she told me and I stood up with shaking legs.

The exhaustion was too big for me to try to revolt, so I just did what she said and let her push me into the right direction. I stumbled into a small room and saw the blanket and the mattress she had laid down on the ground. Tired I got out of my shoes and was on my way under the blankets as Zayn came in as well.

“You don´t have to sleep on the floor”, he said clearly as tired as me.

“That´s okay”, I stated slowly.

“My bed´s big enough for two”, he mumbled and got out of his shirt. My vision seemed blurred and everything felt like in slow motion.

I shivered from the tiredness and glanced over at the bed. Zayn was right since it clearly was big enough for two and it had a lot more blankets on it. My bones cracked as I fell down on it and crawled fast under the warm sheets.

Zayn dropped next to me and I remembered saying something like "All we gonna do is sleep.”

He leaned over to turn off the light and I think he replied: “I´m way to tired to do anything more and besides I´m not one of these guys.” The bright light suddenly disappeared and the darkness surrounded us.

“I know, you´re way to good for that, Zayn.” That were the last words we exchanged before I fell asleep again.

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