It's taking all your strenght (Zarry /AU.) /English Version

30. Decisions II

I stand at the window and carefully push the curtains aside. The city is still busy. People crowd the pavement, cars clog the road. Somewhere in the distance it honks several times.

Completely lost in thoughts, I notice Zayn suddenly standing close behind me. 

"I've been thinking about us, Haz." He says. 

"You've been thinking about us?"

 Slowly I turn around. Zayn looks at me and nods. We're  both close to each other. The tips of the nose almost touch. With his right Hand he grabs mine. With the other, he strokes my cheeks gently. Instinctively, I turn my head away and take a step back. His touches make me discomfort. Inevitably I have to think about Lou.

"May I ask you something, Zayn?" 

Without waiting for his answer, I continue my thought.

 "Why did you send me all those messages? What does that mean?" 

My eyes catch his gaze. He stands in front of me like a little child. I'm trying to read his mind. He whispers:

"I missed you, Hazza."

My head is going crazy. My mouth can't speak. I feel powerless. Zayn interrupts the silence.

 "Are you hungry?" He asks.

 I nod. He looks up in disappointment and then disappears into the kitchen.

 "Harry, could you pour us some wine, please?" He shouts from the next room. 

"Since when do you drink wine, Malik?" I exclaim with a grin. 

"Since I spotted a beautyful place in France, Styles. We should definitely go there sometime together."

 I'm smiling and  uncork the wine bottle and fill the bulbous glasses.

Zayn rushes in, in his hands the hot casserole dish with the delicious lasagna and places it in the middle of the table. It smells heavenly. We both take a seat. Zayn shovels a huge portion on my plate. 

"Stop ... who should eat all this?" I protested. 

"Hey, this is the famous Malik Chicken Lasagna, an old family recipe. You will not get that anywhere, Curly!" He jokes.

 Silently we sit opposite each other and eat. And again we are both surrounded by the great silence.

At some point Zayn put an end to the silence.

 "What is it with you and Louis, Hazza? Is there something going on between you two again?"

I'm completely taken by surprise and don't understand the reason for his question. 

"Uhh ... what makes you say that, Zayn ?, I whisper. 

Then it hits me out of the blue. 

"The picture. I saw it." He says and goes to a brown leather case, standing on the floor. He pulls out a crumpled newspaper and tries to smooth it with his hand. Then puts it right next to my plate. I'm ashamed of myself.  I'll lower my head.