Can't get you off my mind [Zarry]-English Translation

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Zayn's PoV
2.03 am

Almost a month had passed since Harry and Louis had moved in with us, and the days were passing calmly.
Apart from some initials misunderstandings, we've been able to compromise a stable routine.

I liked having them at home.
Everything was more exciting and it was like when we were on tour.

I was happy about me moving in with Liam, but i think i was pushed by the fact that after my departure from the band i felt lonely and i needed someone who was constantly by my side and who could give me a bit of love.

I was sitting on the wicker swing on the poarch, there was a beautiful moon and a nice wind that caused me to squeeze my legs against my chest to not feel too cold.

I wasn't sleeping much, and sitting there in absolute silence helped me relax.

I had a notebook where i wrote some phrases for an hipotetical song.

After my public departure, i received a lot of offers from different managements, but i'd never been able to contact anyone to take an appointment.

And i was already writing songs, to have something to give them in case they'd asked me if i had any stuff ready.

I started canceling the phrases i'd wrote for the thousand time, and while i was searching for my inspiration i lost myself drawing on the side of the page.

Lately i'd grew an obsession for eyes, green eyes in particular.

I heard a noise beside me and i jumped, turning abruptly.

I found right two green eyes staring at me.

Harry's PoV

I slowly rubbed my eye, and i brung into focus the scene i had in front of me.

"Zay" i muttered "what are you doing up at this hour?" i got closer to him, messing with my hair.

"I-I couldn't sleep" he stuttered, and i noticed he was staring at my bare chest.

I spontaneously smiled.

I loved the effect i had on him, it was the same he had on me.

I saat next to him, putting an arm on the back of the swing, the part where his back was relaxing on.

"What are you doing?" i came closer to him and looked him in the eyes, then going lower, on his lips.

My tongue automatically moved and wet my bottom lip.

"I was writing" he stuttered and looked away.

I smiled again because of his reaction, and i started caressing the short hair he had on the back of his head.
I could feel his breath getting heavier right after my fingers touched his skin.

"Can i read?" I looked at him and then looked at the notebook he had on his laps.
It was full of canceling marks, but the eyes he drew around them made it an art work.

Everything Zayn touched became art

He nodded and gave me the notebook.
"it's just a draft, practically only the first part. I don't know how to make it continue yet"

I looked at him and smiled, noticing he was embarassed, he was so cute.
When i had the notebook in my hands i focused on the eyes for a moment. They gave me a weird effect. They looked familiar but i couldn't remember where i saw them.

I quickly read the words and looked at him.
"Have you already thought about a music?"

He curled his nose and put a hand on his head.