Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

42. Bubbles

Gigi

I spent the whole day with my family. They live very close to us. I feel very much like company today. I don't want to be alone. Of course I didn't tell them about my issues with Zayn, but pretended to be in the ideal world. Bella, my sister, noticed immediately that something was wrong and took me aside and asked me questions. Very superficially I told her about my loneliness and of course about the fact that Zayn is withdrawing more and more and devotes himself more to his painting than to me. I didn't tell her anything about my fear that he might have an affair.

Nevertheless she felt that this confirmed her view. She had always had a low opinion of Zayn and never liked him.

Back home, I sit brooding over a fruit salad and try to eat healthy food. Since days I have hardly any appetite and force myself to eat. I just can't get this stupid necklace out of my mind. Who does it belong to? It's exactly the same with the painting. Is it possible that Harry and Zayn are in love? These crazy thoughts occupy me day and night, get on my nerves and start to make me depressed.

Taylor later invited me to dinner because Zayn is staying at the hotel for the next two days. The world around me has become unknown to me. Suddenly I don't know where I belong or who I belong to anymore.

Why did everything turn out so wrong? We were once so happy and stuck together.

It's time to get ready for dinner at the Styles'. In the mirror I see myself. My eyes are red and swollen with crying. With some make up I try to conceal my redness of the skin, not to show up as if I have been crying. I feel a bit strange, because that's where I'll definitely meet Harry. How should I behave towards him now? I don't let on. The necklace and the painting don't prove anything at all. Speculation is pointless.

Taylor

"Honey?" I'm calling for my husband from upstairs.

"What is it, Taylor?" he sounds back.

"Gigi will be here in a minute. I called her over for dinner. I hope that's not a problem for you. It occurred to me spontaneously. Zayn is in the hotel for the next days and I didn't want to leave her alone," I explain my decision to him.

I had not been waiting long before I heard footsteps coming upstairs. My beautiful husband popped his head around the door and nods in agreement and disappears into the bathroom.

Harry

I don't believe it! Taylor actually invited Zayn's wife to our place.

That's all I need!

My thoughts are still with him. Only three hours have passed since I felt his soft skin on mine. I miss him and his heart-warming laughter when he sticks his tongue between his teeth. Oh, my God, restrain yourself and your memories, Styles, before you go completely nuts. I don't like being here - just lying in his arms, breathing in his smell and feeling soft lips on my body.

I quickly shake off my thoughts and I have to keep a low profile tonight. Our relationship still has to remain secret. Still.

Taylor enters the bathroom, hands me fresh towels and chats on.

"What do you think, Harry?"

"I don't know. Maybe Zayn's just so nervous about all the hustle and bustle around him, and that's why he's staying at the hotel?"

She shakes her head suspiciously. "I don't think it's that simple. I mean, I just find that really unusual? Don't you think so? Something seems to be going wrong between the two of them," their thoughts about the Maliks tumble out of her mouth.