Longing for you
Chapter 8
Clarys` POV:
“Harry, dear”, the old lady behind the counter suddenly said and Harry turned into her direction. I suddenly got aware of the situation. Mary stood behind the counter and made her way to us to hug Harry and then there was Zayn, coming out from the kitchen.
“Hey Mary”, Harry hugged her tight and she squeezed as she looked at Rosy.
“Did you and the pretty brunette decided to be a family?”, she asked with a happy tone in her voice.
To me it was like a high-five. With a chair. In my face. The fact, that she was right since Rosy really suited him and made him look like a cute teenage daddy just made it worse.
“Oh, no. She´s the kid of good friends of us and I have absolutely no baby plans for the closer future”, Harry told her and I stared uncomfortable at the floor.
“Oh well, she´s cute anyway! Do you plan on staying for a while?”
Harry shook his head and answered: “I have to head back to Manchester today since I have classes tomorrow. Just wanted to grab a coffee and bring this little lady”, he pointed towards Rosy, “to her grandma.”
“I´ll get you your coffee”, I offered and used it as an excuse to get out of the embarrassing situation.
“Hey”, I greeted Zayn, but he only nodded his head. The coffee was done quickly and I handled it over to Harry. Our hands touched slightly and I rested my hand some more unnecessary seconds on his skin. He took it and gave me a faintly smile.
“I gotta get going”, he mumbled and I nodded.
“Drive safe with the little girl”, I smiled a little bit and he agreed.
Before he finally got out of the door, he said: “I´d really like you to hear this singer one day”, but before I could answer he was out in the rain and ran to the car with Rosy on his arms.
“I´d love to”, I whispered to the door, looking at his back through the pouring day.
(SOME TIME LATER)
I starred out in the still pouring rain and sighed deeply. It would be a hell of fun to walk home and I could already feel the cold, which was I´m about to get as Zayn scared the hell out of me.
“Need a ride?”, he asked, standing behind me only some centimeters between us.
“Gosh”, I screamed a little and he laughed.
“I`m sorry for scaring you”, he apologized and I smiled at him. He had been really quiet for the whole day and only answered my questions in short sentences, making me feel unwanted and depressed.
“I wouldn´t say yes, if the weather would be any different...”, I let him know, while I frowned my forehead.
“That´s the reason I made the offer, but would you be okay with grabbing some food before I take you home?” His warm breath and his aftershave hit my face softly and I liked the scent around me.
“Sure, whatever you want”, I answered and we said goodbye to the team before we stabbed out of the door into the rain.
Zayn took his jacket and hold it over my head to make sure I didn´t got wet and it was like the cutest thing a boy could do for a girl. We ran over to his old Chevy and hopped in. While I watched him, walking over to the driver side, I noticed the smell of cigarettes in his car.
“Where you want to go?”, he questioned me as he turned on the motor.
“Wherever you wanna go is fine.”
Half an hour later we sat in a fancy restaurant, which ordered Indonesian food.
“Gosh, this is so elegant”, I stumbled impressed even by the way the napkins were folded.
“I´d normally taken you to BurgerKing, but my Mum works here”, he informed me with his scratchy voice.
“Oh, she does?”, I asked surprised.
“Yup, there she is”, he pointed to a really pretty woman, who headed to our table. She was thin, had thick and shining black hair and just as sharp facial features like Zayn.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”, she asked delighted as she came closer.
“Thought we have dinner at the best place in Holmes Chapel”, he said and I smiled at him.
“Mum, that´s Clary. She works with me at the bakery”, he introduced me.
“Oh, so you´re the pretty girl, Zayn mentioned for so many times”, she smiled friendly and shook my hand.
I blushed hardly and Zayn pressed out through clenched teeth: “Mum!”
“I´m just saying that she´s a friendly and good-looking girl. You shouldn´t be ashamed of that”, she pointed out and I wasn´t sure if she addressed Zayn or me or probably the both of us.
Zayn blushed, but it was hard to see under his dark skin. He ordered quickly and seemed to wanted his Mum to leave as soon as possible, before she could tell something else, which was way to awkward.
“She´s doing that every time”, he apologized as she left.
“That´s alright! Embarrass you is the one thing parents can do every time!”, I giggled.
“So what do you do in your free time?”, he asked and I had to laugh even more.
“You should work on your way to change a subject!” He smiled and revealed a line of perfect white teeth.
“I´ll try my best.”
“Why don´t you tell me first?”, I asked him and I suddenly felt the urge to get to know him better.
“Give me some minutes”, he said and pulled something out from his rucksack.
At first I didn´t recognized it until I realized a pencil and a scribbling pad. I only sat there and frowned, while he looked up at me now and then before he leaned back over his drawing.
The situation should have been weird, but I enjoyed the silence between us and his concentrated face calmed me down. The only noised we heard was the quiet talking of the other people and the sounds, which came over from the kitchen. Of course I realized he drew me, but he hadn´t finished until his Mum came back with our food.
“Here you go, enjoy!” I smiled at her thankfully and started to eat as Zayn gave me the drawing. I nearly spat the food back on the plate.
“Oh my god...Zayn that´s amazing!” Myself starred at me from the paper and I was shocked that he could do something like that in only ten minutes.
“It´s okay”, he tried to wave it away, but I didn´t let him.
“Okay? It´s perfection! Where did you learn to draw like that?”, I pushed him.
He shrugged his shoulders: “I just do it, no big deal.” How could he be so humbly, if he had this huge talent?
“Why don´t you do something with it? Draw for a magazine or work with a comic company?” He curled his noise and looked confused.
“That´s an unstable job, Clary. You could be successful or not, either way it´s hard to make sure you´re able to pay your bills and besides my Mum wouldn´t want me anyways.”
“Zayn, you love it! Why try something different, if that´s what you burn for? You´re really talented and I think you could get big in this business”, I let out.
“Thank you, but I think I rather stay with my job at the bakery”, he smiled at me, but I could tell he dreamed about the exact thing we talked about right now, at night.
“It´s your decision, but I tell you: Just think about it!” He tried to change the subject again.
“So, you paint as well?” I laughed hardly over his words.
“Me? Not at all! Can I...?”, I took his sketching book and did the best I could and he bursted into laughter as he saw the stick figure.
“That´s the best you can do?”, he asked under his giggles and I joined in.
“Hell, yes!” As we calmed back down again he got serious again.
“Since I know about your amazing drawing skills, what are you really like to do in your free time?” I thought about the question for some seconds and found it really hard to answer it.
“I like reading books, if I actually have the time to do it. I love good music and the search for it and...I like writing, you know?” His lips formed a big smile.
“Writing?”, he questioned me.
“Yeah, like short stories. It just makes me happy somehow”, I blushed.
“You´ll show me something some time?”
I giggled insecure: “I don´t think so.”
“Maybe, someday”, he agreed and we went back to eating. While we were busy with the food, I starred over at his appearance.
His skin seemed to be even darker since the light was dimmed. I realized his long lashes, which made his eyes look more intense and like he would look straight into your soul, when he was talking to you.
The girl at the table next to us seemed to recognized it as well since she starred over at him the whole time, while her parents were busy in a talk. Zayn looked up and smiled at me with a crook smile and I kept wondering why he didn´t made any friends here at all.
The girls seemed to be crazy for him and guys, who went by at the street starred with recognition at his tattoos? What was so mysterious about him, that he rather chose to stay all by hisself? Zayn was the biggest mysterious to me ever.
“Harry, dear”, the old lady behind the counter suddenly said and Harry turned into her direction. I suddenly got aware of the situation. Mary stood behind the counter and made her way to us to hug Harry and then there was Zayn, coming out from the kitchen.
“Hey Mary”, Harry hugged her tight and she squeezed as she looked at Rosy.
“Did you and the pretty brunette decided to be a family?”, she asked with a happy tone in her voice.
To me it was like a high-five. With a chair. In my face. The fact, that she was right since Rosy really suited him and made him look like a cute teenage daddy just made it worse.
“Oh, no. She´s the kid of good friends of us and I have absolutely no baby plans for the closer future”, Harry told her and I stared uncomfortable at the floor.
“Oh well, she´s cute anyway! Do you plan on staying for a while?”
Harry shook his head and answered: “I have to head back to Manchester today since I have classes tomorrow. Just wanted to grab a coffee and bring this little lady”, he pointed towards Rosy, “to her grandma.”
“I´ll get you your coffee”, I offered and used it as an excuse to get out of the embarrassing situation.
“Hey”, I greeted Zayn, but he only nodded his head. The coffee was done quickly and I handled it over to Harry. Our hands touched slightly and I rested my hand some more unnecessary seconds on his skin. He took it and gave me a faintly smile.
“I gotta get going”, he mumbled and I nodded.
“Drive safe with the little girl”, I smiled a little bit and he agreed.
Before he finally got out of the door, he said: “I´d really like you to hear this singer one day”, but before I could answer he was out in the rain and ran to the car with Rosy on his arms.
“I´d love to”, I whispered to the door, looking at his back through the pouring day.
(SOME TIME LATER)
I starred out in the still pouring rain and sighed deeply. It would be a hell of fun to walk home and I could already feel the cold, which was I´m about to get as Zayn scared the hell out of me.
“Need a ride?”, he asked, standing behind me only some centimeters between us.
“Gosh”, I screamed a little and he laughed.
“I`m sorry for scaring you”, he apologized and I smiled at him. He had been really quiet for the whole day and only answered my questions in short sentences, making me feel unwanted and depressed.
“I wouldn´t say yes, if the weather would be any different...”, I let him know, while I frowned my forehead.
“That´s the reason I made the offer, but would you be okay with grabbing some food before I take you home?” His warm breath and his aftershave hit my face softly and I liked the scent around me.
“Sure, whatever you want”, I answered and we said goodbye to the team before we stabbed out of the door into the rain.
Zayn took his jacket and hold it over my head to make sure I didn´t got wet and it was like the cutest thing a boy could do for a girl. We ran over to his old Chevy and hopped in. While I watched him, walking over to the driver side, I noticed the smell of cigarettes in his car.
“Where you want to go?”, he questioned me as he turned on the motor.
“Wherever you wanna go is fine.”
Half an hour later we sat in a fancy restaurant, which ordered Indonesian food.
“Gosh, this is so elegant”, I stumbled impressed even by the way the napkins were folded.
“I´d normally taken you to BurgerKing, but my Mum works here”, he informed me with his scratchy voice.
“Oh, she does?”, I asked surprised.
“Yup, there she is”, he pointed to a really pretty woman, who headed to our table. She was thin, had thick and shining black hair and just as sharp facial features like Zayn.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”, she asked delighted as she came closer.
“Thought we have dinner at the best place in Holmes Chapel”, he said and I smiled at him.
“Mum, that´s Clary. She works with me at the bakery”, he introduced me.
“Oh, so you´re the pretty girl, Zayn mentioned for so many times”, she smiled friendly and shook my hand.
I blushed hardly and Zayn pressed out through clenched teeth: “Mum!”
“I´m just saying that she´s a friendly and good-looking girl. You shouldn´t be ashamed of that”, she pointed out and I wasn´t sure if she addressed Zayn or me or probably the both of us.
Zayn blushed, but it was hard to see under his dark skin. He ordered quickly and seemed to wanted his Mum to leave as soon as possible, before she could tell something else, which was way to awkward.
“She´s doing that every time”, he apologized as she left.
“That´s alright! Embarrass you is the one thing parents can do every time!”, I giggled.
“So what do you do in your free time?”, he asked and I had to laugh even more.
“You should work on your way to change a subject!” He smiled and revealed a line of perfect white teeth.
“I´ll try my best.”
“Why don´t you tell me first?”, I asked him and I suddenly felt the urge to get to know him better.
“Give me some minutes”, he said and pulled something out from his rucksack.
At first I didn´t recognized it until I realized a pencil and a scribbling pad. I only sat there and frowned, while he looked up at me now and then before he leaned back over his drawing.
The situation should have been weird, but I enjoyed the silence between us and his concentrated face calmed me down. The only noised we heard was the quiet talking of the other people and the sounds, which came over from the kitchen. Of course I realized he drew me, but he hadn´t finished until his Mum came back with our food.
“Here you go, enjoy!” I smiled at her thankfully and started to eat as Zayn gave me the drawing. I nearly spat the food back on the plate.
“Oh my god...Zayn that´s amazing!” Myself starred at me from the paper and I was shocked that he could do something like that in only ten minutes.
“It´s okay”, he tried to wave it away, but I didn´t let him.
“Okay? It´s perfection! Where did you learn to draw like that?”, I pushed him.
He shrugged his shoulders: “I just do it, no big deal.” How could he be so humbly, if he had this huge talent?
“Why don´t you do something with it? Draw for a magazine or work with a comic company?” He curled his noise and looked confused.
“That´s an unstable job, Clary. You could be successful or not, either way it´s hard to make sure you´re able to pay your bills and besides my Mum wouldn´t want me anyways.”
“Zayn, you love it! Why try something different, if that´s what you burn for? You´re really talented and I think you could get big in this business”, I let out.
“Thank you, but I think I rather stay with my job at the bakery”, he smiled at me, but I could tell he dreamed about the exact thing we talked about right now, at night.
“It´s your decision, but I tell you: Just think about it!” He tried to change the subject again.
“So, you paint as well?” I laughed hardly over his words.
“Me? Not at all! Can I...?”, I took his sketching book and did the best I could and he bursted into laughter as he saw the stick figure.
“That´s the best you can do?”, he asked under his giggles and I joined in.
“Hell, yes!” As we calmed back down again he got serious again.
“Since I know about your amazing drawing skills, what are you really like to do in your free time?” I thought about the question for some seconds and found it really hard to answer it.
“I like reading books, if I actually have the time to do it. I love good music and the search for it and...I like writing, you know?” His lips formed a big smile.
“Writing?”, he questioned me.
“Yeah, like short stories. It just makes me happy somehow”, I blushed.
“You´ll show me something some time?”
I giggled insecure: “I don´t think so.”
“Maybe, someday”, he agreed and we went back to eating. While we were busy with the food, I starred over at his appearance.
His skin seemed to be even darker since the light was dimmed. I realized his long lashes, which made his eyes look more intense and like he would look straight into your soul, when he was talking to you.
The girl at the table next to us seemed to recognized it as well since she starred over at him the whole time, while her parents were busy in a talk. Zayn looked up and smiled at me with a crook smile and I kept wondering why he didn´t made any friends here at all.
The girls seemed to be crazy for him and guys, who went by at the street starred with recognition at his tattoos? What was so mysterious about him, that he rather chose to stay all by hisself? Zayn was the biggest mysterious to me ever.
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6/16/14