tryst [third] // h.s

3.07

Chapter seven

Zara Malik

"And what's one song you wish you had written?" I wonder as I trace the drawings in my journal and Harry stops himself to think this through a little bit.

You see, London has been a fucking nightmare since we arrived. It's thunderstorm after thunderstorm, a long blizzard after two days of below zero temperatures, which means we're stuck in the house.

It oddly reminds me of that time Harry and I got locked up in my flat all of those years ago, but now it's so much worse because I quickly realized that Harry is not perfect and he bothers me. Quite a lot.

I barely have time to do anything in the day with meetings and interviews and basically producing an album but has Harry left my side? Nope.

It's cute, how he just sits beside me without a clue of anything, unaware of his surroundings and asking questions nonstop. Just like a child, but he is a six feet tall man that bickers for attention.

This is his way of showing me support, I repeat myself but his presence has turned so annoying that I can't even shower on my own anymore.

I need to be understanding of his situation. He's got nothing to do and he is just excited to spend time with me but he is so high maintenance that at the end of the day I just wish for a peaceful night's sleep.

But he wants to talk. He wants to ask me things. He wants to have sex. He wants me to massage his back because it got sore after the morning run I am supposed to take by myself.

Yeah, now he joins me too.

And I love living with him, don't get me wrong but he hasn't taken out the cardboard boxes I brought for the moving out for recycling. He insists it's a cool reminder that we live together now. As if my entire fucking existence isn't a huge reminder already.

Now I am supposed to finish the last song on the album because I couldn't decide on the twenty that I wanted. I just had to add one more, on an already crowded album but it was lacking something.

Lex said that we should spend the day in the studio along with Avery and the rest of the crew but I know Harry would've wanted to come with me to help and they are still not on talking terms so I rather just stay home, do it on my own and torture myself with my annoying boyfriend's presence.

"Probably what makes you beautiful," Harry says while I feign interest without peeling my eyes from my journal, looking for a way to end this song.

"Ah, and why is that?" I ask just to keep him busy as I scatter my brain for rhymes but nothing comes up. The only thing on my mind is the sound of his hands playing with my Rubik's cube.

"I don't know. I guess that it's because every time I sing it, it reminds me of you." My heart suddenly stops at his words and I am glad to have been paying attention to him this time. I look up with pursed lips and loving eyes. "If I do a tour I want to sing it, just to fill the playlist."

"When you do a tour." I correct him and he playfully rolls his eyes with a smile, gesturing for me to stop encouraging him. "You will do it, and I will be there to sing my lungs out to all of your lyrics."

"A lot of factors play into me doing a tour." He stops me and I put my pen down, folding my arms and nodding for him to go on. He is sitting across from me on my pink couch while I'm crisscrossed on the floor with my journal on the coffee table.

"Please elaborate."

"First I have to finish this album." I look at my half-empty song page containing a smile and I nod, returning my eyes to him. "The album has to do well. People have to buy it, stream it, and know my songs."