Zoia sits next to me playing pat a cake I have no idea why hitting your hands against others rhythmically, is fun. She giggles as I flop my ginormous against her petite hands.
She smiles softly like a little child but there's a coldness,
"It's my birthday." I blurt out she turns to me shocked her mouth open, oh why did I say.
"Oh- ah ye, yes I remembered you told me the other day." She gets up before getting a small packaged package from her basket of yellow roses.
"Here." She places it the heavy object in my hand it is oddly shaped object.
"I'm surprised you remembered..." She nods her hair,
"No of course, on my birthday I always-" she stops abruptly a look of sadness on her face.
"How old are you?"
Zoia smiles softly, "I'm 18."
"What but you look so old..." But you act so young and youthful,
"That's the whole point." I don't ask as she turns to her basket chopping the roses a little too ferociously
"No one remembered."
"My birthday I mean." I awkwardly twist my foot on the ground before releasing a nervous laugh.
"They're fools. Come on open it." She sits crossed legged excitedly.
I unwrap the odd coloured paper and gape at the large shell in my hands.
It was beautiful with swirls covering the ceramic skin.
"Put it against ya ear." She urges in utter seriousness. I raise an eyebrow unconvinced.
As I put it to my ear I hear a noise a swish of water, so soothing I could fall asleep,
"It's beautiful how-"
"You said ya wanted to hear the oceans and see them, feel them."
She takes a gasp getting closer caressing my cheek,
"Those are the waves I told you, you would hear them whenever ya want to see, close ya eyes. 'Ear (hear) the waves crashing against the sea bed. Now can you see the vast beauty; imagine it now inhale the scent of salt and sun baked sand." I open my eyes,
"Thank you Zoia this is the best gift anyone has given me." Or given me at all.
"They said Love is real." I whisper, to her back bending to snip some yellow roses.
"Hm they?"
"Yes in another town a couple claims that they're in love.", I lie back on the grass,
"What is Love is Zoia?",
"A grave mental disease."
She stops to turn to me with a sadden look in her eyes, dulling the bright stars which shine in them.
"Ye can't control yourself in Love,
you can't think...All ya do is feel so powerful and unstoppable when ya feel the lightning between you and your loved one."
She blinks uncertainly as I take a stray hair strand from her face and tuck it slowly behind her ear.
I gaze into her big brown eyes.
"Harry you can't touch me it's hurts like fire being so close when you don't even know me."
I sigh standing back already a dull ache from the lack of contact.
Zoia presses her lips to my cheek,
"Goodnight Harry." Butterflies erupt in my stomach as climbs the hedge,
"Wait." She turns her head confused,
"Zoia If I am fire...
Then you're gasoline."
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Sorry so hard to update and so short
BUT HOW GOOD IS PILLOWTALK AND CHARLIE PUTHS ALBUM SERIOUSLY AMAZING!
The songs from nine track mind is so true to this story.
I'm serious
HAPPY HUMAN BIRTHDAY HARRY YOU ARE 22. YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYYA!
Anyways bye bye hums luv you
ZainaB
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Stars are in your eyes H.S
Fanfic"What is love Zoia?" "A grave mental disease ." ''' Harry was a boy who dreamed of her Never land Zoia was a girl who dreamed of his reality And when they met it set of the most powerful of fireworks. Because when you believe the whole world will...
