| CHAPTER VIII |
I didn't like being on my own. Loneliness bothered me because I didn't enjoy my presence so much. It was weird for me to be alone in the house without anything to do, without anyone to talk to.
In the four lonely days at home, I could hardly hear my own voice. My routine was to extend my sleep as far as I could, then have my coffee and take a swim in the pool. For the rest of the day, I spent my time playing games, watching a movie or reading a book.
Reading a book became my favourite part because my current reading was the book of poetry that Harry gave me as a gift. I was fascinated by every page. When I finished reading all 76 poems in one day, I knew that judging a book by its cover wasn't a smart thing to do.
Harry asked me to text him with my favorite poem. The reaction was very funny and we could talk about a lot of other topics, especially those about books.
He, just like me, was also a great fan of Harry Potter and its whole saga. Between the literary talk, I discovered who his favourite writers were. Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Charles Bukowski and Neil Gaiman were all on his list of favorites.
I felt free to talk to him about anything and it was fun to spend time just chatting, even if it was only through a cell phone screen.
On that Thursday before my 30th birthday I would attend the dinner. There would only be me, Harry, the children, Mr. Bower, his wife and brother. I had also been invited to sleep there since Louis would be returning from his trip the next day.
The family didn't know how upset my relationship with Louis was, but it was good because I didn't want to expose it to anybody else.
Before I left the house, I looked into the mirror. For this occasion, I choose an outfit different from those I used to wear. I took grey pants with a blazer and combined them with a basic white tank top that showed my thoracic muscles. My tattoos were clearly evident on my shoulders and neck. On my feet some white shoes. I did my hair and used that same perfume as always. It made me feel beautiful.
Before going to Bower's House, I stopped at the company building to pick up one of my most special wines in the collection. I had at least a dozen of these bottles and I decided to bring one with me. A special wine for a special night.
Since this was a family dinner with just a few people, I felt a lot more comfortable. I was welcomed by the housekeeper the minute I walked in. She was already leaving when I came.
"Zayn!" said Teresa the moment she saw me. "Do you want to help us? We're making cookies in the kitchen."
"I'd love to help you" I replied with a smile when I got to the kitchen.
There was playing a 70's song that I quickly identified as "Have You Ever See The Rain", one of the great hits of that time. On the kitchen counter, I could see many baked cookies and a few other dinner preparations were almost ready as well.
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VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]
FanfictionZayn Malik was going to marry when he was surprised by another type of feeling. There was something in those green eyes that made him want to feel that skin, those lips. This is the kind of feeling Zayn should feel about his future husband, isn't it...