Clary´s POV:

“My Dad left us when I was still pretty young and my Mum had to raise us four all on her own. We never had much and as a kid I always thought that you actually don´t need that much for a living. But I got older and I can say that kids can be cruel, Clary.” I glanced over to him, but his eyes were locked on a spot in the ceiling.

“I know”, I whispered as I got back to do the same.

“They said we were beggars since I didn´t had that much toys as the other ones had and I had to wear a thin jacket, even when it snowed outside since there had been just no money for another one. Added to that was the fact that I looked so different and they didn´t seemed to understand why. Actually I think even myself couldn´t understand why. Having friends with these conditions was hard and as I got older and older I kind of got the wrong ones.”
His story was so sad, that I wanted to tell him to stop, but I knew that you couldn´t just change the past now and this had been his life and were a big part of the person, who just sat next to me right now.

“Is that were all your tattoos come from?”, I asked and moved my finger over one on his arm.

“No, they were just a way to bring my scratches to life and I think I would have them anyways today. But drinking, taking drugs, staying out all night and smoking were definitely side affects of them.” The silence continued, but I wanted him to tell the rest of the story, hoping for a good ending.

“What happened then?” He let out a small laugh.

“A-levels were up and half of them I messed up, while I skipped the other half. My Mum freaked out, honestly I´ve never seen her so angry and furious. She knew about my actions and my friends and I was aware of the fact that she hated them and me, while I became one of them too, but that day? She exploded, threw things after me, telling me she would have wanted so much more for me and she couldn´t stand to see me screwing up every single chance I had.” My thoughts flashed to his small and pretty Mum and I tried to imagine her being angry and furious, but I failed.

“You know what the worst part about it was?”, he asked, but it was only a rhetorical question so he answered it himself: “I didn´t cared at all. After she calmed down, I only asked her, if she was ready and got up and went straight into my room.” I heard the guilt in his voice.

“But then one day I just woke up and found myself thinking: You´re turning into the ass your Dad had been. Nothing changed in my environment, but my mind head. Finally I realized all the missed opportunities and that I was only wasting my life with stupid crap, so I tried to get space between these so called friends and me, but it was hard. When my Mum got this job offer I decided to just agree and start all over. In a bakery, bumping into a small person like you.”

“Lucky you! First you got drinking jerks as friends and now you got me, being a weirdo while talking about extraordinary people in ordinary ways”, I congratulated him.

“You´re worth all of them”, Zayn surprisingly said and turned to me.

“Thanks”, I mumbled and took another swallow of my tea.

“Probably you see why I can´t just take a huge risk to change my life and live some stupid dreams. First of all I should try to find some balance in my life and working at the time-out is definitely safe and it´s actually more fun than I imagined it could ever be”, he smiled at the last part.

“I´m glad to be able to be your friend”, I told him and he wrapped his arm around me so I could rest my head on his shoulder.

“Me too”, he smiled and we stayed like that for the next minutes. Suddenly Zayn spoke up again:

“Clary, there´s actually something I´d like to tell you.” But before something could leave his mouth my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket and I took it out.

“Excuse me”, I apologized and lightened up the screen. It told me that I received one text message from Harry.

Harry: Wanna know about your surprise? Please, come back to me to find out. I love you

Stupidly I smiled at my phone and realized how late it already was. Half past ten and I wondered when all of the time went by.

“I´m afraid I have to go”, I said somehow happy to get back to Harry, but also sad to leave Zayn already.

“Sure, I´ll see you tomorrow anyways, right?”, he asked as we both got up and made our way to the front door.

“Oh, no. I´m free tomorrow, no shift”, I informed him.

“That´s okay, you should take your time out”, he stated, but I could hear his disappointment.

“But the day after tomorrow I´m back on board”, I tried to cheer him up.

“Sounds good”, was all he replied.

“Goodbye, birthday kid. I hope one day, when I´m ready to show my writings to anyone yo´ll be able to accept your talent as well”, I said as I hugged him goodbye.

“The day will be a historical one, I figure. I promise I´ll call you then and let you know”, he laughed and I playfully punched his shoulder.

“Never give up hope!”, I grinned back and stepped out of the door.

“See you around”, he shouted after me as I hopped down the stairs already.

“Definitely!”, I yelled back and with a giggle I got out of the house. Really curious about Harry´s surprise I waited for him. What the hell was he about to do?

Harry´s POV:

My surprise had to wait since Clary and me finally had time on our own and we actually ended up in her bed as soon as we stepped into the flat. Probably we happened to love each other like three times before she hopped into the shower.

I heard the water run and she sang a Parachute song and made me smile because she sounded like an angel. After I slipped in my boxers I searched through the pockets of my jeans before I finally found what I was looking for: a flight ticket to Germany.

My palms got sweaty as I thought about her reaction and if she´ll be happy, shocked, surprised or mad at me for making a decision on my own.

“Harry, someone stole all the towels!”, she screamed after the water stopped.

“Hold on a second”, I shouted back at her and hurried to grab one and bring it to her. The mirror was fogged and there she stood. Completely naked and covering her breasts as I stepped in. I could not resist, but smirk at her.

“Stop staring and handle me that tower! I´m freezing to death!”, she complained and reached out her hand for the towel in my hand, only revealing more of her naked skin.

I stepped closer and wrapped the towel around her shoulders, while I pulled her closer to me. Her cold hands pressed against my naked chest and I squealed surprised.

“Damn it, Clary! They´re ice cold!” Now it was her time to gave me a cheeky smile.

“I told you I´m freezing”, she said and moved closer to be able to reach my lips. Surprisingly they were warm and soft on mine and she bit my under lip, while I let my hands travel down her back to her ass.

“I know something to do against your coldness”, I said huskily and she laughed.

“You do?”, she asked, pretending to be unknowing what I was talking about.

“Let me show you”, I smirked before I picked her up bridal style and carried her back to the bed. We both fell down on it and she chuckled under my kisses I let down her neck to the top of the towel. The sound of crackling paper made us stop and she sat up as good as she could under my weight.

“What´s that?”, she asked confused as she pulled the ticket out from under us. Damn it, I totally forgot about the fact that I was about to reveal my surprise.

“Uhm...”, I let her sit up and she starred at the paper in her hand.

“Clary, I wanted to keep my promise and I thought...”, I started to explain, but she interrupted me.

“Is this a flight ticket?”, she asked with widened eyes.

“It is”, I approved her and I hold my breath as I waited for her reaction.

“Are you crazy?”, she whispered and glanced at me with shocked eyes.

“My Mum always tells me. Open it”, I dragged her and I watched her small finger open the paper to take a look at the date and the destination.

“Germany”, she read out loud before she looked me in the eyes again.

“Oh my God...”, she whispered as she understood what that meant.

“I promised I wouldn´t let you get away from me again and this is the way I try to keep it”, I said and reached out for her.

“This is insane, Harry”, she replied quietly.

“Trying to stay away from each other was insane”, I breathed out and her eyes kept up glaring into mine with some tears.

“How do you think this will work? You´re going to college and I´m still not finished with school”, she said with a thin voice and I pulled her closer, resting my hands on her small back.

“I hate college. The one thing I never want to do is being a lawyer. That´s a thing I know now and I´ll just find something else I really like to do with all my heart”, I told her about my plan, which I had already made up in my head.

“But you´re friends are here. Your family and m still living with my parents”, she whispered and a single tear rolled over her cheek. It was hard for me to read her reaction. Was she upset or happy? Where the tear one of sadness or relief?

“We can keep in touch and I don´t care since I could use all the money I saved from my work in the bakery to buy a small flat for us to stay in”, I told her and comforted her small figure in my arms. Suddenly she started to sob and her body was shaking under them.

“Ssshh, hey what´s wrong? Tell me, darling”, I tried to calm her down as I rested my chin on her head.

“Stop it, Harry”, she managed to say between the sobs.

“Touching you?”, I asked hurted and pulled away to give her some space.

“Not touching me, you idiot! Giving me hope”, she said angrily.

After I breathed out in relief I hugged her again as I said: “You just have to take it.”

“But, that´s stupid and insane”, she whispered again.

“What did you expect me to do? Letting you go and probably waving you goodbye at the airport this time? Clary, I knew the moment you told me you were only staying for two weeks and after I kissed you that I had to come up with something this time. I swear to God, until you tell me to, I won´t leave you again and this is how we can be together. Shit on other peoples meanings and my college, this is about us.” Her eyes interlocked with mine and I saw all the beauty she was in them. Inside and outside.

“Don´t ever let me go”, she suddenly whispered as quiet that it was nothing more than a back draft in between us.

“I won´t”, I promised and suddenly I felt her lips on mine again as she settled to my lap. They were salty from her tears and I still felt the crack from the time she had been raped, but on the other they tasted sweeter than sugar on mine.

“Whatever we´re raising to become and what´s waiting for us in the future, I promise I´ll be there with you”, I breathed against her lips and she let out a faint sob again.

“Say that again”, her lips moved on mine.

“I´ll stay with you because you´re mine now again”, and I felt her smiled at my lips.

“We´re insane”, she spoke out the truth.

“But in love, that´s what matters to me.” There were no more words needed and we ended up loving each other again. With hope, promises, love and smiles in the air between our warm bodies.

Notes

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