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

56. Reunion

Niall

On the weekend I celebrate my 24th birthday and have invited all my old bandmates too. Without exception, all of them accepted the invitation and I am full of expectations. We Five went our own ways after the split. I hope for an evening full of memories, good conversations - just like old times.

Zayn

Last week, Niall actually called me and invited me to his birthday party on Saturday. My enthusiasm wasn't overwhelming. Well, it seems like the only thing we have in common is the music.  He told everyone else came too. Niall dreamed of a reunion for one night. I, on the other hand, dream of one night with Harry Styles. So I agreed. This was the opportunity for me, to see Harry again after months. Gigi was offended because she was not invited.

"Ist a mens's night out, darling." I apologized.

Harry

Finally it was Saturday. Liam, Louis and I had already arrived at Niall's and chatted happily in the living room. Niall had put a lot of effort into the decoration. The table is set, the candles are lighted and the dinner is served. My exuberant mood is just an act. Inwardly, I trembled and was incredibly nervous. There was one band member missing. It took a while. Zayn. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Niall hurried out and came back with Zayn.

It's amazing.... this room... is filled with his presence. It takes one's breath away at the sight of him. Zayn Malik, the epitome of beauty, Mr. Sex-on-legs. He comes in and everyone fall deeper under his spell. I fall for him right now. After a big Hello, our eyes meet. Embarrassed, we shake hands. From the moment we met, I knew there was going to be something between us. He wears black tight jeans and a tight white shirt. For me he looks great. I want to rip the top off his body right now. Zayn takes a seat next to Liam and didn't say hello to Louis. He hates him. I know that.

Liam hugs Zayn, a little too long for my liking. I'm a prisoner  of my  jealousy, of confusion, of vulnerability. However, I shouldn't be jealous. Zayn doesn't belong to me anymore. He belongs to Gigi. My rights are forfeited.

Louis darkens the room and comes in with a brightly lit cake. We sing "Happy Birthday" in beautiful harmonies and Niall blows out all twenty-four candles.

Liam calls, "Where's the champagne, Nialler?" Niall points to the kitchen. I agree to get the champagne. With the bottle under my arm, five glasses in my hand, I try to get into the living room without breaking the glasses. Suddenly Zayn stands in front of me and offers his help. As our hands touch each other for a second, I flinch. I'm almost breaking down. I didn't expect this strong physical reaction. Oh God, I think. It got me all over again - the Zayn syndrome. Forgotten is my girlfriend Camille, who sits pouting at home. My thoughts know only one wish: I want Zayn - even if it's just for one night.

The champagne makes us all talkative. Zayn and Liam are sitting close together again, Louis has put his arm around my shoulders and earns glaring looks from Zayn, meanwhile Niall unpacks his presents. It's good vibes, good times. Old stories are told and Lou never misses an opportunity to touch me. I can tell by Zayn's face, that he isn't happy. His gaze wanders between me and Louis and anger smoldered in his eyes. I'd better stay away, because I'm uncomfortable. At some point, Zayn stands up and goes to the rooftop for smoking. Through the windows, I watch him blowing the smoke into the evening sky. That's so hot. He casually leans against the terrace wall and looks at the stars. I'm crazy about this man.