The secret of my life

XVIII

The lunch together went as usual. We talked and told. Lottal spent one month in London with the other two boys spending almost a year separately. After we ate we sat down to film together. I nestled myself in one of the armchairs.We're talking with Zayn.

We were dissecting an art question when Harry sat down in front of me. "Hello!" He smiled at me. "What do you want?" I asked after writing a statement to Zayn. "Are you braiding my hair?" He looked at me pleadingly. "I did it yesterday and when you went to sleep you still had your hair," I looked down at him. "Louoh took it apart," he defended. "Louiii," I told the boy. "Yes?" He looked at me." Why did you ruin my work?"  I asked, pointing to Harry's hair. "I like to put up with it," came the reply. With a sigh, I shook my head and then began to braid the curly hair sitting in front of me.

"Actually, why did you sit here?" I asked, leaning closer. "Before I asked Lou to ask who you were talking to," he replied. "I could have talked to my best friend," I said "And you're blushing in the meantime?"  He asked back. "No," I said. "Then you're talking to Ringo," he snapped. "I just saved you," he looked at me. "Okay!" I said, then turned his head straight. As I finished Harry's hair Daisy stopped in front of Harry. "Will you do it for me too?" She looked up at me with sparkling eyes. I nodded. "I'll talk to him," Harry leaned over and left the room. I received an SMS a few minutes later. 'He said okay and they talked tonight H x' Harry came back and sat down next to Lou and I finished my sister's hair.

It was a regular family home evening, we talked and watched TV. I didn't pay attention to the time so it just showed up when Harry started ringing his phone. "I'll be right there," he stood up and went out into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later, but his phone was still in his ear."Gem wants to talk to you, but he can't reach you and says you said you talked tonight and you're worried," he explained.

I just nodded and stepped up to him, and he pushed into the kitchen with that momentum. "Hi!" I greeted as I took the phone from him and lifted it to my ear."Hi baby! I was worried, the boy at the other end of the line confessed. "I just didn't watch the clock don't be angry!" I apologized as I leaned against the counter. "Then I'll let you know that it's nine o'clock, so we can talk if you want, or you can be with your family," he explained. "Zayn, I miss you! We miss our smoking together to run randomly in the apartment and secretly kiss, "I said. "You too, honey, just like these little things," he replied. "I don't know how I can handle this one week," I sighed. "Will I talk to Harry and fix it okay baby?" He asked. "I'm kissing Gem!" Loui entered the kitchen. "All right, Loui kisses anyway," I said. "Yeah, your sister-in-law, not me," Zayn laughed. "Never mind! I go up to my room and then you can show me the clothes "I explained. "Okay," he agreed, "then a few minutes and you're mine," he snapped. "Pick up which you want to show for about five minutes," I said, and I hung up.

I went back to the living room and pressed the phone into Harry's hand. "I'm going upstairs talking to Gem," I declared. Mom looked at me with raised eyebrows, Dad just nodded, and Harry presented me with an encouraging smile. I hurried upstairs to where I went to my room, put my laptop from my desk on my bed which as soon as I turned it on it started ringing to indicate that they were looking for a skype.

I just pressed the record button while I was still packing."Hi Baby!" I heard Zayn's voice. I picked up my sweater and then sat down on my bed. "Hello Z!" I smiled at the screen. "I miss you lying next to me," he said as he stretched. "We'd probably still be sitting outside smoking," I smiled." But you would still be close to me.Let's say you sit on my lap, or at least you sit next to me, "he explained."I know," I nodded, "Are you coming with me to the balcony?" I asked as I stood up."Let's go," he snapped, and he probably stood up.I grabbed my laptop and went out to the balcony.

I put the plane down on the table there and sat down in one of the chairs.I took my cigarette and lit it from the pocket of my sweater.I posted a thread on my lips and then began to bother with my ignition. "Shall I light it, baby?" Zayn asked, bored with my paralysis. "70 kilometers?" I looked up at him. "Yes," he laughed, blowing out the smoke he had kept inside. My Kindle finally worked with me so I lit my cigarette. "You're good," he smiled. "You're evil," I frowned. " Dear Baby" the divorce has come. I laugh at myself.

"We haven't talked about this anyway buut I saw how you are interested in my tattoos don't you want your own?"  He asked, watching my face. "I've been thinking about it, but I don't know what pattern to use yet. I don't even know if the first one should be a smaller one or a larger one. Although I have ideas "I explained, usually pulling myself together in a chair. "Tell me," he leaned back. "Hmm," I thought, "I have an idea that's big enough," I started.

But my sentence bothered me with a knock. "Yes?" I turned to the door. "Are you bothering me?" Asked Louis. "No, come on," I said as I folded down my screen. "I just wanted to say good night .Are we going to sleep with Harry and I thought i say good night to you , I smoke a cigarette with you or were you even talking? " "We're still talking," I looked up. "Then good night , little one!" He walked over to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.I smiled and then looked up at him again. "You too," I said. He smiled and then left Me alone.