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

98. The Video

Harry

Why is Zayn sending me a video in the middle of the night? What's this about? I'm just looking at the main actress and I've had enough. She looks like Gigi. So why should I look at it? Does he want to tell me that he has decided - for her? I'm too tired and too disappointed to waste another look. Tomorrow, I think, tomorrow I might look at it.

With pictures of him and Gigi in my head, I fall asleep restlessly at some point.

Zayn

I left Harry a message that very night. It was just a video, but with a very clear message. This is, to speak plainly, a broad hint. He has to understand that. I can't say it more clearly.

No answer from him. No matter how often I look at my phone - nothing. Restlessly I walk through my apartment. My body tingles unpleasantly and my dissatisfaction eats me up. I want to force things that I can't affect. I want to call him, talk to him and hear, that he loves me too. I want to go to him, hug him, kiss him and call him mine forever.

This morning I am writing one of the most beautiful songs for Harry. In my heart there was a kind of fighting. I just have to write, I'm just speaking from the heart, so that I don't suffocate with longing. These are the most intense moments of my work, the inspiration of my music.

Tonight

Just let me talk, you know what I'm sayin'
Don't give me that, girl I know you're stayin'
Where you goin'? You feel that space, it's mine
Said we're goin', in every space and time

But love me tonight
Sweet girl of mine
Take all your time
I know that you're mine

So love me
Like we don't have tomorrow
Like there's no time at all, love
Love me like tomorrow's
Never gonna come
So love me
Like we don't have tomorrow
Like there's no time at all, love
Love me like tomorrow's
Never gonna come

Tell me why it's always different in the mornin'
Last night you were by my side
Space and time, I wanna fall into your eyes
There's no point in stallin', there's nothin' to hide
Right now it's priceless, some things you can't buy
You're that protection that keeps me alive
Oh you got it right, you got it right

The words just poured out of me. Never before has writing been so easy. At the same time I already had the melody in my head. On the piano I play it again and again and sing the lyrics to it. It is a masterpiece - just like Harry.

Harry

I can hear voices from the ground floor. Family life is in full swing. I'm just not used to hearing other voices. In New York there is only silence in the morning. There is no one who clatters with dishes in the kitchen, no one who talks excitedly, no one who rumbles up the stairs. There I am alone. So I listen eagerly.

The video comes to my mind again. So far I still haven't watched it. My heart beats at the thought of it. For fear of the truth and Zayns feelings I leave it untouched and unanswered.

Gemma slips quietly through the door.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she whispers into my ear. I moan.

"Morning", I mumble.

"How did you sleep?"

"Mmmhhhh".

She is grinning at me. Gemma is always happy, I think.

"I go to the bathroom," I say and disappear with clean clothes in my hand.

"Okay," she answers.

Gemma

"I need to seize the moment," I think and clap my hands.

My brother is taking a shower and it's time to set things in motion. He is too cowardly, that's why I have to take in hand the matter. Probably Zayn doesn't even know that Haz is in Holmes Chapel. So I twitter a short message on Harry's account.

"It's nice to be home again."

That should be enough to inform Zayn. Now all he has to do is respond.

Zayn

After several hours of work in the studio I am quite exhausted. That's good, because it distracts me from my actual existence. Harry didn't answer me. He owes me his love. Maybe for a lifetime. I am disappointed and heartbroken. For the first time I went a step further than usual, separated myself from burdens - just to be free for him. Nothing should stand in our way anymore. The result is zero. I have reached the end of the path and see only darkness. It was all for nothing.

At the computer I check the mails of the day. On Twitter I follow the tweets of my fans and answer one or the other. It really tickled my interest to know more. I need some information about Harry. I give in to the temptation and click on his account. The last message was half an hour ago.

Wait a minute, he's in England?