Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

62. Destiny

Harry

The plane was on time at London Heathrow. I'm excited, but that's an understatement. During the short flight I had to suppress my nervousness. That's why I read in some magazine, otherwise I probably would have driven the man next to me mad. But what did he know about my mission?

The air is pleasant, so is the weather. Best conditions to win back my husband. I flew to London to make up for what I missed the first time - Zayn Malik's opening. But that's not all. No, I don't just want to admire his art, stand by his side, I want to introduce him to the world as my boyfriend. Finally I am ready. Finally I have the courage to live with him and all the consequences. That's all that counts, in the end.

I'm on my way to the hotel to plan Zayn's surprise. That's easier said than done because I don't have an invitation to "the Tate Gallery of London". But without an invitation our reunion will fail. And the tickets are really hard to get. I have to think of something.

After I take a shower and get dressed, I go to the restaurant to get something to eat. My stomach is growling so loud that I get scared. It will probably be a long evening and hopefully an even longer night. While I get a traditional English dish served in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I talk on the phone to various agencies that still have tickets to sell. Unfortunately all my efforts were in vain. It is hopeless. I am stuck here in London and it seems I will miss this opening as well.

Of course, all I have to do is call Zayn and ask for an invitation. Then my surprise would be ruined. There are only a few hours left and I think hard about how I can turn the tide. Well, I should just go to the gallery and have a look at it from the outside. Maybe I'll have a brilliant idea.

Zayn

It's busy in the gallery. Everybody is excited and I am the most nervous. No, wait - Gavin is also very excited. The whole morning he runs back and forth between the exhibition rooms and the office. I've never seen him like this.

"Zaaayn!" I hear him calling again. "Is the catering already there? What about the flowers? Have they already been delivered?"

I smoke a cigarette annoyed and am pissed about his constant nagging. Why does Rossdale make all employees so crazy?

"Here you are." he says when he comes out onto the terrace. 

"You say it like it's a bad thing?", I grumble and continue smoking.

"And you're smoking again. Watch your health, Zayn."

"Rossdale! You're not my mother," I answer and I don't let anything upset me.

"I admire your composure. Yaah! I don't know whether I'm coming or going while you're standing around taking a break," he notices and holds delivery notes in front of my nose.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

"Malik, I'm really stressed. Could you please call the suppliers and check the delivery time? I don't have time," he asks me and hands me the papers.