Clarys´ POV:

He looked older and his hear was a little bit shorter than the last time I saw him. He had on some skinny black jeans and wore a light blue shirt, which was unbotted at the top and his arm looked blacker than the last time I had seen it. More tattoos.

His movement was slowly, but determinate. He broke my heart already just by looking like he did, just his gorgeous appearance, but I felt like I shattered the second he took the hand from the girl behind him. He pulled her to the dancefloor and she giggled and got closer to him.

Her laughter broke me out of my rigid and I grabbed my cocktail and drank it on ex. The alcohol tilted down my throat and I had to cough.

The noise made Taylor turn around and she asked: “You´re okay?” I starred into her eyes and then drifted back to the dancefloor. Taylors´ eyes grew big as she spotted him, Harry, as well.

“Oh, Clary...I didn´t know he would be here...I really...I had no clue...”, she stuttered apologizing.

My inner voice told me that I had two trails I could take. First, run and be a coward. Second, stay and show attitude. I wanted to run so badly, but I couldn´t. The old Clary would run, not the knew grown up version of me.

“You wanna dance?”, I asked the group, but especially Zayn and Taylor.

“I´m not an extremely good dancer...”, Zayn uttered panicky.

“Oh”, I let out, but something in my face made him say: “Well, but we´re here to have fun right? I mean how bad can it be?”, he said fast.

I nodded and walked straight to the moving crowd before I could change my mind. My legs were shaking and my palms were sweaty. Zayn stood next to me and didn´t seemed to know what to do with his feet and arms.

He looked like a lost puppy and so goofy, that I had to laugh and I forgot about the whole mess for a second.

“Just move they way you feel the music”, I shouted over the music. He gave me a tortured smile, but he tried and he wasn´t that bad at all.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the music and let my body do what it wanted to do. Zayn got better second by second and I started to dance with him and sing along to the lyrics. For three minutes I felt okay, but the song had to end.

It only took me the one second between the finished song and the new one to blink over to them, only to find him starring at me. Our eyes interlocked for a second before I turned and let out: “I´ll be back in a second” and with that I headed to the bathroom, leaving the dancefloor and him behind.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

I starred into the mirror and wondered how I looked like through the eyes of someone else. My Mum told me that I look like life was a torture to me and I tried to find what she meant.

The dark-rimmed eyes or the thin arms, which looked like they didn´t even belonged to me? Was this growing up? I took one last breath before I decided that I couldn´t hide on the toilet forever.

I stepped out of the bathroom and winced as I heard his voice. Raspy, deep, sexy like always.

“What are you doing here?” There was nothing. No emotion in his voice, no anger, no disappointment, no joy, just a simple pressure to answer his question.

“Having fun, party and be young?”, I tried since I didn´t knew what he wanted to hear. My voice was thin and not half as strong as I wanted it to be.

“I can´t believe Connor and Taylor didn´t told me”, he groaned, but it sounded like he was more talking to his self.

“Told you what?”, I asked with a board in front of my face.

“That I should better stay away from Holmes Chapel for some days”, now his voice sounded angry.

“Weeks”, I corrected him.

“What?”, it was a short snap.

“I´m staying for two weeks, not only some days.” He starred at me and I wanted to look away, but I couldn`t.

His eyes interlocked with mine like they had thousands of times before and I think it was a habit to continue staring. He breathed in to say something more, but I couldn´t. I couldn´t hear him talk or whatever he was about to do. Scream, whisper, sigh.

I turned and walked back into the crowd. I ordered another drink, this time something stronger.

I saw her. I had to think about Stella, but the difference was that she was even prettier than Stella had been. Her face was flawless, like everything had the exact perfect distance and she seemed to be the ideal of the human face. I shouldn´t mention her body, but let´s just say, she could run for Victoria´s Secret. Her legs seemed endlessly and the tight dress she wore was showing no gram too much on her stomach. Suddenly Zayn got in my field of view.

“You´re okay?”, he asked worried and starred at the empty glass in my hand.

“Sure...I mean yeah...I am”, I informed him.

“I can´t believe you really got me dancing and then you just leave the dancefloor, already looking like a fool”, he said jokingly.

“I´m sorry”, I whispered.

“You know you say sorry too much?”, he asked with raised eyebrows.

“Sorr...”, I shut up and he nodded satisfied.

“Wanna talk about what concerns you?”, he asked me straight away, while getting closer so I could understand him better and I opened my mouth to disagree, but he raised his eyebrows and I shut it again.

He was right I should talk, but I wasn´t sure if I was ready to.

Harrys` POV:
Flashback:

Clary: We R moving

Me: What the hell R U talkin´about?

Clary: Life sucks.

Me: Clary, what´s wrong? Tell me, plz?

Clary: Like I already said, we R moving

Me: ???

Clary: Back to Germany

Me: U R jokin`

Clary: I wish I would...

Me: R U serious?

Clary: Oh god, Harry

Me: U R serious

Clary: I don´t know what 2 do

Me: I come over

Clary: I don´t know. Like anything.

Me: Already on my way. I´m there in ten

Clary: I love you.

Me: I know and I do too.

Notes

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