Clary´s POV:

He was in time and arrived on the exact time we had agreed on. His old car stopped in front of me and I gave him a quick wave and a big smile through the window before I hopped in on the passenger seat.

“Good morning”, he laughed over my awkwardness and turned down the radio. I recognized Maroon 5 with one of my favorites songs and I cheered happily.

“You like Maroon 5?”, Liam asked honestly interested and I shrugged my shoulders as a response.

“Some of their songs, that´s all”, I said and he gave me a faint smile.

“This is one of my favorites from them as well”, he let me know and now it was my time to smile.

This morning went way better than I had expected and I felt happiness in every single part of my body as we drove the familiar way to our workshop.

We both went silent and just listened to the song and I mouthed the lyrics, clearly not well known enough to sing in front if him yet.

After the song finished I turned my head to ask him how his night had been, but he probably wouldn´t had answered me anyways since his eyes were distracted by something else.

Therefore I cleared my throat and he gladly put his eyes back on the street ahead of us, providing us from getting into a car crash.

“Just ask the question that´s already laying on your tongue now”, I said and chuckled over his polite shyness.

“Uhm...”, now it was his time to clear his throat and I heard an embarrassed tone in his voice as he spoke up.

“Is the ring what I think it is?” I shook my head in amusement.

“I think it depends on what you think it is”, I tried to tickle the words out of his mouth.

“Does it makes you somebody´s fiance?”, he finally asked and I had to smile.

“It does, yeah”, I answered and he kept silent again.

I waited for two more songs until I realized he wouldn´t say anything more about it, even though I could taste his curiosity in the air.

“You think I´m crazy”, I said and he made a surprised sound.

“No...no. I don´t think you´re crazy”, he told me in response and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Liam, even though I only know you for less than two fully days, you seem to be a person to me who always has a lot of thoughts in his head.”

His facial expression proved me right. He wanted to be a writer just like me and I knew how messy the thoughts in my head could be.

“I think you´re brave”, he finally said and I gave him a confused look.

“Brave?”, I repeated and looked down on my small body. Nothing about me or my life was brave. For example I was a coward when it came to Zayn and facing the situation with him.

Another one was that I ran away the first time Harry and me got separated and I made out with him behind his girlfriend´s back before actually making him tell her.

Brave was probably the most horrible and unfitting adjective to describe me at all.

“You agreed on speeding your life with someone forever in a world, where every second marriage is divorced and where it´s okay to life your life freely, even with never getting married at all. To me that´s the epitome of braveness”, he explained and I blushed hardly.

“If I look at it from your perspective”, I mumbled and I clearly saw his point, even though I would rather called it madness.

“When did you two meet?”, he asked and I let out a laugh.

“His name´s Harry and we met in a bakery he worked in as we still both went to school. I was my goofy little self and tripped over my own two feet, causing him to fall down to the floor with me”, I explained and chuckled even more over this spectacular story which would be something great to tell on our wedding day.

“Sounds like you really fell into his life”, Liam joined my laughter and I nodded yes.

“He´s probably the best thing that had ever happened to me in my 18 years on earth now”, I said and this moment I realized it.

Harry was mine. Nobody was in between us anymore and he had asked me to be with him like this forever. Forever suddenly seemed to be such a long time.

He said he loved me and I felt the same way for him. Actually I felt like I loved him even more, but I knew that every time I tried to say it he got really angry and said that I had no idea what was going on with his heart and I had to promise to stop saying it.

Because I love him I did promised it.

After all the tears, all the crushed and shattered heart, every single heartbreak, every moment we laughed together, I felt his soft lips on mine, our bodies found their way to each other, he breathed a hot and husky I love you into my ear, I woke up next to him early in the morning, he hugged me only to make me feel better, a text message blinked up over my phone screen and every time we could only stay cuddled into each other, silent just enjoying each other´s company – all these times I realized how much I loved him.

It was more than that actually. At the times where my mind got lose my body took control over me and he wanted him just as much as my head. Whenever we were alone together in a small room I could not stop me.

My hands did things I never knew they could and all I wanted was seeing the clothes he wore off of him. It was crazy and I never thought I could want something so much like from deep down in my veins.

Immediately I got goose bums as I thought about his hands on my body, leaving hot trails of fire on it. It was nearly like electric sparks were buzzing between his skin and mine.

I felt tears blurring my sight and I quickly wiped them away. I have never been a big crier over happiness, but now I was. I was so blessed to be with him that I felt like my heart had to stop.

How could people stand something like this? This feeling which hurted you because you could not handle it. You just could not help your heart.

“Are you okay?”, Liam suddenly asked and I glanced over at him.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just a little bit emotional today”, I tried to calm him down. Therefore his eyes grew big in surprise.

“But you are not...?”, he started and I quickly interrupted him before he could finish his thought.

“Pregnant? Oh my God no!”, I said and his eyes went back to their normal size.

“It´s not like that between Harry and me. We´ll not getting married because we have the need to. We just decided we don´t wanna be without each other again and that´s how we felt like we could never let go of each other”, I explained and looked down at the sparkling ring which already looked like it always had been there.

“Sounds like you´re one of these happy people who already found what everyone else is looking for”, Liam said and I nodded with a smile on my lips.

He was right, I had everything I need right here with me. Only my family was missing, but I knew I could not have everything at once. There had to be some things I missed to remind me of my luck.

“Are you in a relationship with someone?”, I asked and Liam smiled sadly.

“Yeah, I am. But I cannot chose so I´ll just keep all of them.”

Now I was really confused. Liam did not seemed to be a a huge lady´s man. He looked amazing, more than just that. He had this special look which made you look at him twice before you saw all of his beauty.

Brown hair and brown eyes with huge biceps under his gray t-shirt which was printed with a superman symbol.

“Huh?”, I pressed out and he laughed.

“I mean books, Clary. No real relationship at this moment, no”, he put me in the picture.

“Oh, well...most of the time books are a way better company than humans anyways”, I tried to cheer him up since he seemed to be kind of unhappy about that situation.

“I guess my right Harry just didn´t came along yet”, he gave me a smile and I returned it to him.

“I´m sure she will. Remember there are still a lot of ladies out there just waiting to be loved by you”, I said and he laughed.

“If you say so, I think I´m going to believe you.”

With that we left the love theme alone and talked about books which was a lot more comfortable. I liked Liam and I had the feeling that we could get really good friends as we sat in his car, driving to our workshop.

Harry´s POV:

“Whoa”, I breathed out as I saw what he had made.

“Huh?”, surprised he looked up from the huge cake which looked more than just amazing.

Rosy flowers and white hearts covered the marzipan glaze on two floors. I´ve never seen such a pretty and extravagant in this bakery ever.

“It´s clearly amazing”, I explained and his eyes stared into my face, trying to find out if I was joking or not.

“Thanks”, he said simply and I gave him a smile. Even though I still really didn´t knew how to feel about him and the whole chasing after my girl- thing, I had to admit that he was really talented.

Our shifts were nearly over and I was already looking forward on seeing Clary and finding out how her day had been, but I also enjoyed every single second of this work.

Finally I had something to do, something I felt good with and like it was something I knew I could. Smelling the scent of the pastries and fresh bread in my noise was actually one of my favorite´s smells ever and I noticed how much I had missed it.

“So, I don´t want to be rude or something, but do you have any plans for the future? Clary told me you´re quiet good with drawings”, I told him, trying to keep a chat up to destroy the uncomfortable silence we were surrounded by in the kitchen.

“That´s just something...I can´t do it for a living” he answered, but I heard that he really wanted to.

“So, you´re just planning on working here forever?”, I asked and he shrugged only his shoulders.

“It´s all I can do for at least now”, he answered and I looked down at my mealy hands.

“I can understand you, I mean this is something I would really like to do for a living as well, but I just can´t like you...as well again”, I told him and I wondered why our chat was suddenly so honest.

“Haven´t you gotten out of college?”, Zayn asked and there it was again jealousy, burning hot down my throat. Clary must have told him.

“I did and I finally had come up with a plan, but I ´m just not allowed to do what I had figured out”, I explained anyways.

“They think it´s not safe enough to give me the credit I need since I´m not even twenty yet and all on my own.” Zayn turned around and furrowed my his eyes at me.

“What did you have planned?” And I told him.

After I shouted my mouth I had an idea. A stupid one. Risky. But it could work out. Zayn´s face at least did not showed any reasons not to.

“Zayn?”, I asked and his face got curious about what I was about to say.

“I think I need your help.”

Notes

Christmas is over and 2014 pretty close. :)
I hope you all had a beautiful christmas time.

What do you think is Harry´s idea for a living?
Any thoughts about Liam and being in this story?

I wish you all a happy new year and that all your dream will become true and real! xx ♥