Missing Pages (Book 2)

Never Ending Flashbacks

Zayn's POV~
Before I met Harry..my life was a series of missing pages..nothing good ever happened & nothing ever really mattered. I never felt anything substantial. Never felt happiness, or love. It was all just a blur..a blur I didn't want to remember.

Now I can't imagine my life without it..without him. Harry didn't only hold my heart...he held the breath in my lungs, the the butterflies in my stomach. He was everything, my whole world. He was the blood that ran through my veins, he was the sun and the stars in my dark sky. But most of all..he was my soul.

I didn't want any of it back honestly..I was happy with him controlling me; heart & soul.

I stopped writing & I looked over at him, god he's beautiful. He gets so lost in the moment..I wish I could do that..the closest I come to it is getting lost in him.

If that was the only lost I could get, I didn't want to ever be found.

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Harry's POV~
After breakfast, the rest of the day was very peaceful. Zayn & I had went for a walk in the forest & I took lots of pictures. Zayn took pictures too..but not of the forest.

I tried to stop him from taking pictures of me, but he would just tickle me & eventually I gave in. Plus it was kinda cute how he wanted pictures of me. I tried to take pictures of him but he got upset, so I stopped. I didn't want to ruin our time together.

Now we were laying in the tent. I was cuddled up into him, tracing his tattoos down his arm. "Do you think we'll be together in ten years?" I ask. "Maybe." He says simply. I bite my lip, does he want to be with me ten years from now?

"What?" He asks. I swear it's like he can sense when I'm thinking something. "I don't want us to break up.." I say quietly. "Neither do I." He says. I smile to myself, & nuzzle closer to him.

"If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?" I ask. "London probably." He says shrugging. "You?" He asks.

"I don't know..I've always wanted to go to New York..or Los Angeles." I say. "You want to live in America?" He asks surprised. "I don't know..maybe." I shrug.

He doesn't say anything after that, he just purses his lips & stares at the top of the tent. I trace his zap tattoo mindlessly, thinking back on the story he told me. It seems so long ago now..I wonder how his sisters are.

Has he visited them since the accident? Probably not since his motorcycle was destroyed..I wonder what he did with it? I mean..it was important to him. A piece of his father..or..who he thought was his father.

"Do your sisters know?" I ask suddenly. He looks at me confused, his eyebrows furrowed. "About your dad.." I add slowly. I regret asking immediately, when his body stiffens under me.

"No." He says firmly. "Why not?" I ask before I can stop myself. "Why do you ask so many fucking questions, huh? My life is none of your damn business." He snaps, angrily.

Now I've done it..way to make him angry, Harry..my subconscious scolds. "I-I'm sorry.." I say softly, sitting up. He huffs, getting up & storming his way out of the tent.

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Zayn's POV~
'Why not?' His question echoes in my head. Because they wouldn't want me in their family anymore..that's why..because I'm a jackass. Because they'd hate me & if they knew we didn't have the same damn dad then they'd kick me out of their lives for good..my subconscious butts in.

They didn't care about me..no one did. Only Harry. God fucking dammit, why'd I snap at him like that?

Because you're a monster, Zayn..