VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]

WEDDING INVITATIONS

| CHAPTER IV |

I woke up too early that Sunday. So I got up and had a cold shower while the rest of the family was still sleeping, including Louis.

As I went downstairs, I walked through the kitchen and dining room until I noticed the three members of Golden Retriever sleeping by the back door. When they saw me, they immediately began to wag their tails like they wanted me to open the door. When I opened the door, I left the dogs running around the pool to the huge backyard.

That mansion was even quieter in the morning, I thought it was a good time for reflection, so I sat on the same couch as last night, the same one where I had been with Harry and where we had been able to talk a little.

For a moment I wished that he would appear there so that we could talk more, hear him talk about himself and his life in Italy. Where I could also open up a bit to talk about myself and how I felt, because he was different and maybe he understood me, he listened to me.

It was strange to think about it because we weren't friends, but at least it reminded me of something I hadn't realized before. There was something bothering me and I couldn't tell what it was, so it was enough that someone listened to me for me to realize that maybe I just needed to get it off my chest and express my feelings in a true way.

It was something I couldn't do.
I couldn't do with Liam. Even though he cared about me, he always said I was looking for something that didn't exist. With Louis, it was a very similar situation, he never listened to me and every time I tried, we got into a totally useless and exhausting struggle.

I wanted to get closer to Harry. Not to use him for psychological or emotional support, but to have him as someone I could start a real friendship with, the company that would allow me to be myself and feel comfortable being that way.

Maybe I've been thinking about it for so long that I didn't notice time passing. When I noticed a movement of people at home, I stood up and went inside, where I could say hello to everybody before joining the breakfast table.

This time, only six out of fifteen residents were awake, including Mr. Bower. We discussed at the table topics that only the owner of the house was interested in discussing: horse racing, economy and politics.

I really had didn't really care about any of these things that Sunday morning, but I stayed there even after I finish. That's when I saw Harry walking down the stairs to meet us. He was wearing white clothes; he looked like a hippie model. His hair had a natural shine and a nice smell.

"Hello, Zayn" he wished after hugging members of his own family at the table.

"Hello." I watched him sit by my side.

The conversations at the table went on and he simply listened while he was eating.

"How many people will come to the barbecue today?" he asked his dad.