Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 6: I HAD THE MOST CURIOUS DREAM

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A few days later.

I sat by the river shore, watching it rush beneath me. The day was over, and I was excited. I was feeling a slight rumble inside my chest, ever since I saw the piano being returned to the Centre. This was a good thing.

If Dr. Ronan was true to her word, then she must've called Harry today to let him know he could stop by and begin playing for us. I couldn't reach him. Not allowed to have cell phones, but I hoped he was just as excited and wanted to join as soon as possible.

Curiously, ever since we agreed to this friendship thing, I had been thinking about him. I was curious about who Harry was, and what could come out of this.

So, as the day was ending and the sun was making its way down the horizon line, I sneaked out of the Centre finding a nice spot by the river. I began to love nature again, the quietness and the beauty of it all. It was a nice break from all the noise.

The river ran beautifully, quietly below me, as I sat on the green slope. From a distance, I could see the clear rocks beneath the water and some small fish living their lives. The river itself wasn't very wide; I could easily walk across it and the water wouldn't reach my waist. I had no idea where it would go, but I thought about making a small paper boat and letting it float away hoping it would reach the ocean.

I heard the car approaching, and then stopping, but I wanted to enjoy the view. Deep within me, I was hoping it was him, but part of me feared it was a stupid desire.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I dared to take a peak. I saw the car and a head full of dark curly hair coming out. My heart jumped. It was him.

Had he seen me? Was I visible from the top?

My heart was banging against my chest. I couldn't dare to look. I didn't want to look eager or anxious like I was expecting him - because I wasn't!

Why was I even nervous?

It was the third time meeting the lad! He was a random bloke. I needed to keep my cool. Who knew what this is or what it could be?

As I looked at the other shore a sudden sense of dread came over me:

What if this is a plot from the media? What if he was lying? What if whatever I tell him appeared in the newspapers tomorrow? What if he made fun of me?

What If none of this was real?

I couldn't deal with all of this again. That was why I didn't want to come here - to England. I had no fond memories of being in England. I considered New York my home, at least I knew I wasn't being made fun of for being myself. Here...Here I was in a constant state of anxiety, of crossing the wrong people or saying the wrong thing.

I was like a child again. Fearing what would come next.

My heart began to pound against my chest as I heard his steps, and I craved my last cigarette of the day.

The steps approached the top of the slope, and I was about to throw up. I refused to look back. No, he had to come to me.

"Outside, again huh?"

I looked over my shoulder seeing him look down at me.

"Hi, Harry."

"Zayn Malik."

"I thought you'd forgotten me."

"I have a feeling you're hard to forget "

I smiled.

"I'm guessing the piano is back."

"It is. Ready to hear me play?"

"Excited."