Longing for you

“You don´t have to go”, Harry mumbled between two kisses and I giggled under them. I just realized how much I´d missed steamy make-out sessions on the backseat of his car and the new one had way more space to protect your elbows and knees from getting hurt.

“I think Diane will kill me then”, I breathed out as he continued his line of kisses down my neck, sucking on my some spot of skin underneath my collarbone.

I´ll protect you from her”, he muttered against my skin before he playfully bit in it. A small moan escaped my lips as his hands traveled up my inner thighs to my sensitive area.

“She´ll kill you two”, I informed him and he laughed, amused by my words, but my body´s reaction to his hands as well. Tedious I sat up to push his back against the window and his eyes widened in surprise as I got onto his lap, letting my hands travel up from his hips over his chest, slowly opening every single button on his shirt.

With a smirk on my face I realized the goose bumps my cold finger caused on his skin as I traced his abs and veins.

They wandered up to his neck and I started to do the same he just tortured me with as I kissed up his neck to reach his lips. Playfully I bit his under lip before I continued my line of kisses to his ear, nibbling at it.

“I gotta go now”, I whispered with a smile in my voice before I pulled back and quickly opened the door before he could catch me again.

As much as I liked to stay with him in the car and let things go their natural way I had to get to work. My face turned into a bright smile as I felt the deja-vu of him and me and this exact same parking lot last year.

“Alright”, I said after he shoot the door. Harry looked at me confused.

“Hey”, he suddenly stood right behind me, pulling me back to him and I dropped against his naked chest since his shirt was still unbottoned.

“You´re just leaving me like this?”, he asked with a big smirk on his face.

“Now you know what you can expect after my shift´s over tonight”, I laughed and he pulled me closer and we kissed again, until an old lady next to us cleared her throat and wanted to enter the bakery on the way we were blocking. As we let her through Harry made a gentleman gesture and I giggled over his silly behavior.

“I guess I´ll pick you up later?”, he asked and I nodded in agreement. One last time our lips interacted before I finally headed into the bakery.

My face still looked frightening, but at least I could try to cover up the worst parts with make up today. Nevertheless I hurried into the kitchen and nearly bumped into a tall figure on my way.

“Who”, Zayn said and provided me from falling. This situation gave me another deja-vu.

“Hey”, I greeted him, “and thank you!”, I added right after that. He looked younger than normally since he shaved and his chin was clear like the blue sky outside. His dark eyes stared at me for some seconds before I asked him, if I had something in my face.

“Bruises”, he answered straight and I tended my head down to stop him from taking a look at them.

“They get better”, I mumbled and made clear I didn´t wanted to talk about this any more.

“What happened to your face then? Thought you give Santa his beard back?”, I tried to joke, but again I knew I wasn´t funny.

“Just wanted something different”, he answered and we both got to work. Silently and without speaking a word we stood next to each other and I realized how much I liked it. Being quiet around Zayn wasn´t uncomfortable, but pleasurable. He just had this peaceful attitude and he needed no words to make me feel good whenever he was around me.

“I wanted to ask you something”, he suddenly interrupted my thoughts about silence.

“Huh?”, I asked still trapped in them.

“Do you like to come to dinner tonight? My mum does this huge thing and I don´t think we´ll be able to eat all that food in any way”, he said fast and I swear he blushed a little bit.

“What´s the matter?”, I asked as I handed him the baking sheet.

“A matter?”, he asked surprised.

“For the dinner?”, I informed him and he looked down at me.

“Ouh...well it´s my birthday, so she thought she does something special”, he muttered and my eyes widened in surprise.

“Like today?”, I asked stunned.

“It´s no big deal, only one year older”, he said plain and I groaned angrily.

“Don´t say something like that. You´re young you should be excited about it! Only women over 35 are unhappy about their birthdays, but you shouldn´t!”, I told him enraged.

“Clary”, he laughed over my persistence, “it´s really no big deal.”

“Zayn...”, I sighed and he laughed even louder.

“Alright, alright. It´s my birthday, I´m 21 and I feel amazing about it, happy?”, he questioned me.

“Despite the irony, I think I am”, I let him know, but had to giggle a little bit.

“Happy Birthday”, I said and got on my toes to hug him.

“Thanks”, he whispered into my ear and I smiled at him as we pulled away.

“I had no clue, otherwise I would had bought you a present”, I said unhappily and he snorted.

“Really, no needs for presents here.”

“But what can I do to make this day a little bit different than usual?”, I asked stubborn, convinced that someone´s birthday should be something special.

“Say yes would be pretty kind”, he said and I raised my eyebrows before I realized what he meant.

“Oh, the dinner! Sure, I´ll come”, I let him know. Immediately his face lit up and he gave me a thankful smile before we got back to work.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...”, I quietly sung and he let out a tortured no, but that didn´t stopped me.

Suddenly he started to sing the new 30 Seconds to Mars over my birthday serenade and I got louder, but so did he. We ended up singing random song parts together and I had to hold back my laughter.

I found myself being wrong since I thought only being quiet with Zayn was something pleasant. However, singing at the top of your lungs, while performing like Beyonce and Justin Bieber themselves with a forks was just as the same fun.

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