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"can I call you mine."




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"Sir he's here."
Anticipation of the night came after spending days and nights drowing in his own thoughts finally the love of his life is here on his doorstep. Should I engulf him in my arms, should i kiss his lips, should I tell him that I love you soh much, should i show him how much I need him,and should I---i tell him that I can't live without you baby.Thoughts which kept him awake all night, that's what love is i can't stop thinking about whether my eyes are close or open all they see and want to see is "you".




When he came downstairs harry was already sitting on the couch his green orbs wandering in every corner of his house. He adjusted his shirt one more time in a case his eyes drop on him and he wanted no needed him to love wherever he look.



When harry turn around there he was standing lost in his eyes harry extended his hand for handshake which he did magical touch. All the dulled lights in his soul started humming when his fingertips made contact with his rough skin. That's what love is .



"um I can't believe you're real, i mean i don't know I'm very big fan of yours and everything you do and that painting of yours with peral necklace is my favourite no and that night sky with sun is also amazing actually all of them are are beautiful i don't know how to----




"hey! calm down it's okay come on let's have some coffee."
The curly boy stop blabbering and nodded his head his cheeks already flushed embarrassed,Zayn gonna laugh on his stupidity first meeting and he already embarrassed himself.




They sat toghther with an uncomfortable but beautiful silence all the time harry was fidling with his fingers so shy to make eye contact with the other man, while the latter was admiring him and his beauty from so close for the first time and he can't get enough of him. The more that i look the more i fall.



Harry sipped his coffee his eyes roaming everywhere except the person beside him unaware of the fact that how the other man was dying for his glance look at me,look at me and love me please.



"Is this by Picasso".



He turned his face towards the wall where harry was pointing his finger "la vie" his favourite by Picasso.


"yeah this is my second favourite art it's beautiful isn't it".


"Yeah it is and what's your first favourite then."


you,you ,you always you.



"um love i guess it's an art afterall,it inspired me in so many ways, whenever I'm down i just think about love and that feeling to be in it, it calm me always cause it's you."
He whispered his eyes never leaving harry's face while the other one was looking towards the wall which was decorated very beautifully with famous arts but none of them by his.



"It's really beautiful mr__"

"just Aiden for you".


"But how can i_ i mea___

"harry please_ just Aiden no mister or sir I'm not that old so relax."


A small smile crept on his face and he nodded his head I'm the reason of your smile love .


They talked for half an hour and every second of it was beautiful for him,he loves his talks,his ramblings and the way he say sorry after every two seconds.





And when you talk i make notes in the pages of my heart, your every word heal me like a medicine; what are you and what are you doing to me darlin.



"But zee don't understand anything he's very bad with paintings and all; he thinks all of them are same."
He says and kept the coffee cup aside. Aiden saw that pink glow which appears on his cheeks just by his name. How much you love him and how much he loves you tell me the boundary and I'm ready to cross it. Is his touch special or something else why he lives in your thoughts when I'm the one with whom you're here. Say love please say.




"Well then i really want to meet your zayn and would like to tell him that he should admire art when he has the most beautiful one in his own arms."




Burning with jealousy please give me some medicine.












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I'll go everywhere you go from Chicago to the coast then Kuala Lumpur too...




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