This is the sequel (continuation) of Nothin' Common 'bout Us. Harry and zayn has a different life now. They are not kid anymore. Has their love turned to hate now? Will they meet again? Will history repeat itself or their love will win in the test o...
The world looks beautiful when you are looking through your beloved's eyes. And when it's comes to my beloved, his eyes are out of this world. Unique as he is, from every angle.
He was laying upon my chest like it's a besotted throne for him. His head was rested on his crossed arms supported by my heaving torso. His eyes were dreamy and drooping slightly. But a sweet smile was adorning his gorgeous face.
We were laying in a secluded fairy place, surrounded by greenery. Long grasses and beautiful colorful wild flowers were like jewels scattered around us. It is a beautiful summer afternoon. The orange tinge of halo is sneaking from behind his head and he is shining like a diamond that he is.
I traced the outer line of his lips with my trembling fingertips. He closed his eyes, drenched in the sensation. His mouth was slightly open. An open invitation for me to venture into deep.
I grabbed a fitful of his curls playfully and made him look at me. The sweet smile was transformed into a seductive raunchy look very quickly. I was devouring every second of it, as I don't know why, there's a secret fear of losing him deepseated in my mind.
My grip loosen up and I caressed his curls and then cupped his face in my hand as if he was too fragile to handle. He was giddy from all these cuddling and pampering. His expression was of pure ecstasy. He was happy in here with me and I'm always happy when I'm with him. With my angel, my sweetheart. He was my heart, beating out of my chest.
Couldn't bear the silence anymore. I uttered out of possessiveness 'Baby.... Please don't ever leave me! I can't live without you haz! I love you.... '
His expression changed drastically and his eyes became cloudy and soon tears appeared like rain broke free. My heart broke into pieces at this sight. Why do I always make him cry? I hate myself for this!
'Harreh listen... Please don't cry baby! Please listen to me.....' I said, still holding his face in my hand and I touched his heart shaped lips with mine, but it met with only thin air. Suddenly my hands were empty. He wasn't there anymore. Some smoke were flowing in his place. My eyes started to sting.
When I looked at my surroundings in awe, I saw that I wasn't laying in that heavenlike place anymore. I was laying in a barren draught field and the sky was black, no orange tint on the sight. Thunderstorm in the distant horizen, reflecting in my eyes. Only one elephant tree is present in the middle to witness all these.
My eyes squinted to see the sudden movement in that tree. The leaves were in a huge quarrel, rubbing each other nonstop. Then that evil face reveal itself in front of me with the most angelic face that I've ever known. Daniel was holding harreh by the neck. My haz was struggling like a fish without water. Harreh's deep penetrating eyes were fixed on me, while I'm laying here immobile. The same evil laughter was echoing through the air from Daniel. He was enjoying our misery as usual. I hate him with Almighty from the bottom of my heart. His eyes was shining against the grey thundering sky. I was longing to hold my harreh and he was breathing heavily to reach me from that devil's grip.
My eyes focused on that familiar gun again, pointed to his head. I looked everywhere for any help. But there weren't any this time. He pulled the trigger and my love closed his eyes tight. When I looked into his eyes for the final time, I just heard a single fire and Boom! The sharp deafening sound made me close me ears and I screamed 'Harreh!!!!!!'
Sweating! Profusely sweating and gasping for breathe. My brain can't equate what is reality and what is nightmare. Both are mixed somehow. Only one thing in my mind 'Harreh... Harreh and harreh!!!'
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The glass filled with neat whiskey still waiting for me in the night stand. I took it in a single breathe, still drowning in the nightmare and gulped it down in one breath. My mind is repeating to me.... I'm a curse to him. He's not safe with me. I only bring trouble to him. He's better off without me. I won't ever come into his life again.
Suddenly doorbell rang. Once, twice, thrice.... Now several times. I got up from the bed and swayed my way and somehow reached the door and opened it.
Paul looked at me up and down and a disgusting look formed in his face. I didn't care. I left him at the gate and went to the desk adjacent to the bed. Rolled a joint and put it in my mouth but struggled to lit it. He came inside and in one attempt lit the joint for me. I thanked him and exclaimed happily 'Thanks Paul! You are a sweetheart.'
He was still watching me carefully. I just couldn't handle his stare anymore, so I asked 'what? What are you staring at? Huh?! I'm fine!'
'Yeah! I can see that! Can I know what happened exactly?'
'No!'
'Of course! I knew it!' He growled and snatched my joint and smashed it in the ashtray. I was watching him in awe. Like how could he do that? I screamed 'Bro! What the hell!??'
'Nothing! Get sober! I arranged a meeting with the most reputed publishing house in Bradford. It's in two hours.'
'Two hours! Are you kidding me!? It's been only two weeks that I'm here! Give me some time! I lost everything and.... '
'Yeah... Exactly! Enough is enough! Get your ass ready. I'm coming soon to pick you up! And don't you dare hang up on me.... Begging you! It's my reputation on the line.'
'Ughh!! Okay! Now please go!'
'Chill! I'm going.... '
He left and I thought that it's true. I owe him big. He always help me whenever I need him. I should listen to him and get myself presentable again after so long.
So I shaved my beard and took a proper bath after ages and got myself ready for the interview, only for the sake of my dear friend.
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The Olympus publishing house, the board was shiny in front of the building. The office was moderate comparing to harreh's office, but very organised still. They didn't hassle me in the interview much, after viewing my CV and previous record. I got the job of senior editor and I was happy with it. I had to move on in life as per paul. I can't wait for harreh anymore and after realizing that my presence in his life brings more damage than good, it's better to stay away at all cost. A curse is a curse.
I just hope that he is happy and moving on in his life. But who am I kidding, he hates me. He has moved on the minute I walked out of his life maybe. But I only want his happiness and if it happens without me, then I'll do that happily. I can never forget him, but I'll try to live without him, if it's best for him.
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Zayn is a softie. I just love him. See you at the next chapter. Thanks for reading 🙏💖🌹
