Longing for you
Chapter 5
Clarys` POV:
I laid in my bed and starred at the ceiling. Sleep was the last thing I could imagine right now. The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald laid next to me.
It´s not like I really like the novel at all, I mean it´s not bad, but outstanding? Nah, not at all, but there was something about the way the narrator of the story, Nick Carraway told the story that calmed me down whenever I read it.
Mostly I took it with me for the flight, but I thought this would be the perfect moment to take it out and try to realx, but it didn´t worked. I had read like five chapters before I gave up and closed the white pages with the small black letters.
But even just laying in bed made me sick, so I stood up and got into the living room. I looked through the refrigerator and actually found ice cream.
A sigh of happiness left my lips and I spooned the creamy vanilla flavored ice it straight out of the wrapper before I turned on the TV and watched a scary crime series. I switched the channel and ended up at a telephone shopping channel, where a bad dressed woman in the mid-forties talked about a hoover.
Zayn didn´t let go of me before I promised I would explain things to him on Monday morning at work. I already thought about a way to miss this talk, but I still had no great idea. What did he wanted to hear? I was confused, sad and lonely all at the same time. I cursed my feelings simply for being present.
Did I wanted to see him at all? Didn´t I hoped secretly for this situation? Why was my head pounding like hell? Did I just imagined Zayn telling me I could always talk to him? Who was the brunette? Why are the girls always so damn pretty and I wasn´t? Was I? Do I really want to buy a hoover, which is clearly overpriced? God, why was I suddenly so tired?
Questions over questions, but before I could answer one of them I fell asleep on the sofa.
Harrys` POV:
She was sleeping next to me, her hair still wet from the shower, but her breath was already steady. Two days ago everything would have been perfect just in a moment like this.
I would have starred at her face, watching her sleep and thinking how lucky I was to have such an amazing girlfriend.
But tonight I couldn´t look at her face because I would always see someone elses. Blonde, curly hair.
Instead I glanced at the ceiling and concentrated on the permanent ticking of the clock next to my bed.
Why was she here at all? What was the point? Did she had any intentions?
She looked at me like I was something to be afraid of, just wearing these short, glittery pants and being tiny even though she already wore high heels.
It had been 7 months and now she was just standing there in a club in Holmes Chapel and it felt like she never had been away. No, it felt like she had been away for forever. God, I was so confused and my head was pounding.
I didn´t thought about sleep. I couldn´t. I was to confused.
Clarys` POV:
I woke up by the smell of food, which came from the kitchen. My eyes felt like they were sticked together with glue and as I tried to sat up slowly I felt my head pounding.
“Ouw”, I let out in pain and it took me some seconds to realize where I was.
Rosy starred at me, while she bit on the edge of her playpen and she seemed to wonder what was going on in our strange grown-up lives. I couldn´t remember when I fell asleep last night, but I still laid on the sofa. As I stood up I needed a moment to make the living room stop from turning.
“Don´t you dare to ever grow up”, I told Rosy and she giggled happily. Great, at least one of us was amused. The smell of coffee came over from the kitchen and shambled like a zombie over there. Taylor stood in front of the oven and whistled to the song on the radio.
“There she is! Life in person!”, she laughed as I sat down on a chair.
“Stop shouting”, I groaned, while holding my head. She giggled, but did me the favor and lowered her voice.
“Had a drink too much last night?”, she asked as she handed me a mug with dark black coffee.
“I don´t remember, but my head clearly does”, I replied with a raspy voice and burned my tongue with the coffee.
“You seemed to avoid everything with tilting one drink after another”, she uttered and turned down the radio. I frowned at the thought of last night and my heart hurted a little bit.
“Things were different than I expected them to be”, I stated unhappy.
“Listen, Clary. I really didn´t knew he would be there with Aimee”, she said apologizing. I starred at her and my face frowned even more.
“Aimee?”, I breathed out shakily. Taylors´ face went apologetically again and she sighed.
“Oh, Clary I´m an idiot! I´ll shut up straight away!” I felt unbelievably tired again.
“Is she his girlfriend?”, I tried to say as disinterest as I could.
“They met four months ago, when they started to study”, she informed me quietly. I opened my mouth to say something else, but nothing came out and instead I shut up.
“I thought you probably didn´t wanted to know since you always wrote me to stop mention his name”, she tried to cheer me up.
“I´m fine”, I told her, but I didn´t even believed it myself so neither did she.
“Can we talk about something else, please?”, I begged her and she changed the subject immediately.
“How do I look like?”, she asked me and made a gracefully pirouette in front of me. For the first time I realized what she was wearing. A short, black dress and high heels.
“Amazing, but why the hell do you look like that?”, I asked her not understanding.
“Remember the business dinner over in Manchester at Connors´ place? That´s tonight and you agreed to babysit Rosy”, Taylor said, rolling her eyes.
“I did?”, I asked shocked and nearly dropped my mug.
“Yeah, last night”, she replied and I raised my eyebrows.
“I probably had agreed to marry a drug dealer tomorrow or rob a bank and I wouldn´t remember know, but babysit? I would recollect that”, I whined.
“She´s an easy kid. You´ll have no problem and do great, I promise”, she tried to calm me down and I sighed as a sign of giving in.
“I rely on that statement”, I mumbled and waited for the time to pass by to make Rosy and me a comfortable evening.
(IN THE EVENING)
“God, she doesn´t stop crying!”, I yelled over her loud voice into the speakers.
“Hold on for some minutes, I´m sure she will”, Taylor whispered back and I could people talking in the background.
“I already waited for half an hour, but all that happen was that she started to scream any louder!”, I said panicky.
I glanced over to her, sitting there with a pink jumper and a had with ears, her face red like an overripe tomato and big tears running over her greasy cheeks. How could such a little person make so much noise?, I wondered to myself.
“Just hold on and try to calm her down with her pacifier or carry her around a little bit”, Taylor suggested, but I screamed back.
“I already did! She won´t stop, Taylor!”, I squeezed out through clenched teeth.
“I really don´t know what to do”, I cried.
“Okay, okay. Just keep trying and I send help, alright?”, she asked me and I could hear that she had to get back to the conversation.
“Alright, but please hurry!”, I said, but she already hung up. I turned and looked at the little monster.
“Please, Rosy be a good girl and approach to me”, I told her and picked her up. This was torture!, I thought as I started to walk up and down through the room.
The doorbell finally rang, but I nearly couldn´t hear the sound since I felt like I was deaf already. I sat her down and hurried to the door, wishing for help so badly.
I opened the door vigorously and froze in my movement. There he was again, his curly head in front of me. He starred as me just as surprised as I did before I shut the door straight in his face.
I laid in my bed and starred at the ceiling. Sleep was the last thing I could imagine right now. The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald laid next to me.
It´s not like I really like the novel at all, I mean it´s not bad, but outstanding? Nah, not at all, but there was something about the way the narrator of the story, Nick Carraway told the story that calmed me down whenever I read it.
Mostly I took it with me for the flight, but I thought this would be the perfect moment to take it out and try to realx, but it didn´t worked. I had read like five chapters before I gave up and closed the white pages with the small black letters.
But even just laying in bed made me sick, so I stood up and got into the living room. I looked through the refrigerator and actually found ice cream.
A sigh of happiness left my lips and I spooned the creamy vanilla flavored ice it straight out of the wrapper before I turned on the TV and watched a scary crime series. I switched the channel and ended up at a telephone shopping channel, where a bad dressed woman in the mid-forties talked about a hoover.
Zayn didn´t let go of me before I promised I would explain things to him on Monday morning at work. I already thought about a way to miss this talk, but I still had no great idea. What did he wanted to hear? I was confused, sad and lonely all at the same time. I cursed my feelings simply for being present.
Did I wanted to see him at all? Didn´t I hoped secretly for this situation? Why was my head pounding like hell? Did I just imagined Zayn telling me I could always talk to him? Who was the brunette? Why are the girls always so damn pretty and I wasn´t? Was I? Do I really want to buy a hoover, which is clearly overpriced? God, why was I suddenly so tired?
Questions over questions, but before I could answer one of them I fell asleep on the sofa.
Harrys` POV:
She was sleeping next to me, her hair still wet from the shower, but her breath was already steady. Two days ago everything would have been perfect just in a moment like this.
I would have starred at her face, watching her sleep and thinking how lucky I was to have such an amazing girlfriend.
But tonight I couldn´t look at her face because I would always see someone elses. Blonde, curly hair.
Instead I glanced at the ceiling and concentrated on the permanent ticking of the clock next to my bed.
Why was she here at all? What was the point? Did she had any intentions?
She looked at me like I was something to be afraid of, just wearing these short, glittery pants and being tiny even though she already wore high heels.
It had been 7 months and now she was just standing there in a club in Holmes Chapel and it felt like she never had been away. No, it felt like she had been away for forever. God, I was so confused and my head was pounding.
I didn´t thought about sleep. I couldn´t. I was to confused.
Clarys` POV:
I woke up by the smell of food, which came from the kitchen. My eyes felt like they were sticked together with glue and as I tried to sat up slowly I felt my head pounding.
“Ouw”, I let out in pain and it took me some seconds to realize where I was.
Rosy starred at me, while she bit on the edge of her playpen and she seemed to wonder what was going on in our strange grown-up lives. I couldn´t remember when I fell asleep last night, but I still laid on the sofa. As I stood up I needed a moment to make the living room stop from turning.
“Don´t you dare to ever grow up”, I told Rosy and she giggled happily. Great, at least one of us was amused. The smell of coffee came over from the kitchen and shambled like a zombie over there. Taylor stood in front of the oven and whistled to the song on the radio.
“There she is! Life in person!”, she laughed as I sat down on a chair.
“Stop shouting”, I groaned, while holding my head. She giggled, but did me the favor and lowered her voice.
“Had a drink too much last night?”, she asked as she handed me a mug with dark black coffee.
“I don´t remember, but my head clearly does”, I replied with a raspy voice and burned my tongue with the coffee.
“You seemed to avoid everything with tilting one drink after another”, she uttered and turned down the radio. I frowned at the thought of last night and my heart hurted a little bit.
“Things were different than I expected them to be”, I stated unhappy.
“Listen, Clary. I really didn´t knew he would be there with Aimee”, she said apologizing. I starred at her and my face frowned even more.
“Aimee?”, I breathed out shakily. Taylors´ face went apologetically again and she sighed.
“Oh, Clary I´m an idiot! I´ll shut up straight away!” I felt unbelievably tired again.
“Is she his girlfriend?”, I tried to say as disinterest as I could.
“They met four months ago, when they started to study”, she informed me quietly. I opened my mouth to say something else, but nothing came out and instead I shut up.
“I thought you probably didn´t wanted to know since you always wrote me to stop mention his name”, she tried to cheer me up.
“I´m fine”, I told her, but I didn´t even believed it myself so neither did she.
“Can we talk about something else, please?”, I begged her and she changed the subject immediately.
“How do I look like?”, she asked me and made a gracefully pirouette in front of me. For the first time I realized what she was wearing. A short, black dress and high heels.
“Amazing, but why the hell do you look like that?”, I asked her not understanding.
“Remember the business dinner over in Manchester at Connors´ place? That´s tonight and you agreed to babysit Rosy”, Taylor said, rolling her eyes.
“I did?”, I asked shocked and nearly dropped my mug.
“Yeah, last night”, she replied and I raised my eyebrows.
“I probably had agreed to marry a drug dealer tomorrow or rob a bank and I wouldn´t remember know, but babysit? I would recollect that”, I whined.
“She´s an easy kid. You´ll have no problem and do great, I promise”, she tried to calm me down and I sighed as a sign of giving in.
“I rely on that statement”, I mumbled and waited for the time to pass by to make Rosy and me a comfortable evening.
(IN THE EVENING)
“God, she doesn´t stop crying!”, I yelled over her loud voice into the speakers.
“Hold on for some minutes, I´m sure she will”, Taylor whispered back and I could people talking in the background.
“I already waited for half an hour, but all that happen was that she started to scream any louder!”, I said panicky.
I glanced over to her, sitting there with a pink jumper and a had with ears, her face red like an overripe tomato and big tears running over her greasy cheeks. How could such a little person make so much noise?, I wondered to myself.
“Just hold on and try to calm her down with her pacifier or carry her around a little bit”, Taylor suggested, but I screamed back.
“I already did! She won´t stop, Taylor!”, I squeezed out through clenched teeth.
“I really don´t know what to do”, I cried.
“Okay, okay. Just keep trying and I send help, alright?”, she asked me and I could hear that she had to get back to the conversation.
“Alright, but please hurry!”, I said, but she already hung up. I turned and looked at the little monster.
“Please, Rosy be a good girl and approach to me”, I told her and picked her up. This was torture!, I thought as I started to walk up and down through the room.
The doorbell finally rang, but I nearly couldn´t hear the sound since I felt like I was deaf already. I sat her down and hurried to the door, wishing for help so badly.
I opened the door vigorously and froze in my movement. There he was again, his curly head in front of me. He starred as me just as surprised as I did before I shut the door straight in his face.
Notes
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6/16/14