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

40. Secrets

Harry

Zayn and I never talked about Louis outing and the kissing. He avoided me for days. At some point, we just swept everything under the carpet.

In the living room I sort my post. Bills, commercials and a postcard from Niall. Curiously I look at the picture. He greets me from Australia. I smile. In my imagination, I see him sitting on the beach with his guitar. "Pillowtalk" is on the radio . The music is booming from the speakers. I turn it up louder and sing along. I don't care about the neighbors. The doorbell rings.  I open the door, prepaired for the first complaints. Louis stands in front of me .

"Hey, Harry, what the hell is going on here? Turn down that soppy music! Since when do you listen to Zayn's songs? Did I miss something?" He says, looking at me questioningly.

 I quickly run to the radio and turn it off. 

"Hey, Lou, I just got home," I reply apologetically. 

"Tea?" I ask.

 "If you have the good Yorkshire tea, I'd love it." He grins.

 The kettle's boiling. Embarrassed, I put two cups on the table.

 "You wanted to talk to me?" I interrupt the silence. 

"Harry, where do I begin?" Says Louis. 

"Best at the beginning, Lou." I answer him and pour the tea.

Louis takes the hot tea and sits down at the table. He stirs nervously in the cup. 

"Lou, what's up? Speak out!"

 "Well, where do I begin? First I have to apologize for my behavior in the Café. I saw the photos in the press. Hopefully you had no trouble, Haz?" He says.

 "Not at all , Lou." I reply, thinking about my argument with Zayn. 

"Apology accepted." 

Louis takes a sip of tea and continues: 

"But that 's not why I came in. There' s going to be a big gala in London in two days. A Cancer Foundation is hosting it. You know my mother died of leukemia last year. I'm invited. In short, I need company."

 Louis looks at me pleadingly.

 "You mean I should go with you?" I ask.

 "If it's okay with you. You don't have to worry about anything, Haz. I've already booked flights, we're flying the day after tomorrow and two days later we're back in New York. What do you mean?"

 "Yes, of course. First I have to talk about with my management. We are in the middle of promoting my album." I report.

 "I've already called, Harry." He says meekly.

 "Whaaat, you just called ? Behind my back? LOUIS!" I am horrified.

 It's like it used to be. Louis controls my life.

 "What did they say?" Another sip of tea runs down his throat.

 "You got it!".

Two days later I'm sitting next to him on the plane, dreaming about Zayn. I didn't tell him about my trip to London. He thinks I'm on a promotional tour of the States. My phone is vibrating and a message from Zayn reaches me. I open it hastily.

"Princess, Daddy misses you. Where are you now? Z."

I try to hide my phone from Louis. Smiling, I answer back to my darling.

"Daddy, I miss you too. I'm over the clouds. Promo Tour H. "

"Awww ... baby .... I am hungry for love !!! Z."

"As always ... hahaha."

"Please, Baby ..... call me now !!!! Z."

"Zayn, your pervert! I can not! There are too many people here."

"Go to the bathroom then!"

"No way! We call in the evening, Daddy! Kiss, H."

" Okay. Now I am sexually frustrated, Princess. You have to make up for that! Kiss, Z."

My cheeks are red. This is Zayn Malik. What was the saying once again? Still waters run deep.