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

#Falling Pt.2

Harry's PoV

He asked me to talk.

He made the first move in the end, as he did almost everyday of that last month. The day before i thought over and over about how to make my move and what to tell him to make him forgive me, but he had the bravery to make that move first. Bravery that i always gave him during those months and that he earned and pushed out in the perfect moment.

I couldn't get over how much he could put his pride apart.
I pushed him away in every way, and yet, he still found the way to speak to me.

I already knew what he had to tell me, but what scared me the most was how he would have told me.

He'd took months to get his shit together with Liam, months that had almost wrecked me, making me loose hope that our story would have become real.

But he always kept telling me that he wasn't going to hurt me and he would have kept the promise, would have stayed by my side, and would have become mine, and no one else's.

I broke his promise. I disappointed and hurt him this time, but he seemed to have put everything aside.

He sent me a lot of texts saying sorry, that in those moments made me angrier, but now, thinking about it, maybe i was angry because i couldn't even understand why he was the one saying sorry, and not me.

I left. I left him without a reason, and he still kept trying. He kept trying putting together the pieces of what i'd broken and thrown away.

I kept looking at him from a distance, and he looked different.
You could see that he hadn't spent good days, and that he was, actually, not taking care of himself, but i could only notice how he had became more beautiful.

When i got closer to him from the back and he turned, it felt like the world disappeared, and we were the only ones there.

It was, and it had always been, like that with him.

After the cerimony, all the relatives and friends of the Tomlinson Family had reunited in their home, and with them also me, Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

It was weird that we were all there but not together. Each one of us was busy talking with a different guest.
Actually... Niall and Liam were both talking with Louis' step-dad, while me and Zayn were exactly in two different sides of the room.

Every once in a while i noticed him looking at me and moving from where he was standing to come closer, but then he ended up with looking down and leaning back towards the window.

He did that a couple of times, and now it looked like he had gave up on the idea of coming to me. In fact he had leaned to a side to smoke a cigarette.

In that postion i could observe perfectly his marked features.
The torsion he made with his torso everytime he turned to blow out the smoke made the bottons of the shirt open (he had unbottened it when we got here, he hated wearing ties), and the bright red of the kiss with the wings he had tattooed on his chest show.

I'd spent so many nights making my lips coincide with that imperfect drawing he had marked on his skin. He told me several times that he was thinking on removing it because it's edges where getting ruined, so i'd decided to take advantage of it and enjoy that red inch before it completely disappeared.

I felt a tingling rising from my back to the back of my head from remembering all the times i'd grazed him and he'd returned that touch.

I couldn't find an explanation to how we got to the point to not having the guts to phisically get close to eachother, but i knew it was my fault.