Venus & Mars - ZARRY [ENG VERSION]

ZAYN'S BIRTHDAY

| CHAPTER IX |

It was my birthday, the only day of the year I knew I was gonna wake up sad and fall asleep sad just because I hated the day I was born.

I had a trauma, something that has been haunting me for a long time. I had very few opportunities to celebrate with friends. As a kid, I could barely go to school like every kid my age, so I didn't have any friends. Studying at home was never fun, but that was the method my father adopted.

Perhaps he succeeded in using this practice on me. It made me clever and disciplined, but at the same time it made me lose experiences.

I figured how much fun it would have been if I could get into a class with a lot of people every day, do homework or even cheat on tests. For most people this would always be boring, but not for me.

Because I've never had a lot of friends, there wasn't any reason to have a party to celebrate my birthday. I remember the last year I had with my mom and that was when she made me a cake for me.

When my father didn't forget about my birthday, I usually got the bonus of choosing whatever I wanted as a gift. It could be great for any other child, but for me it has become really boring over the years. It didn't come in a box or packaged in colored paper, it was just another toy, not special

In my teenage years, it was even worse. But when I met Liam when I was 17, he wanted to "celebrate" my 18th birthday at a striptease club. It was very chaotic and at the end of the night he couldn't even remember what he was doing.

Like an adult I learned not to celebrate or mention this date with anybody. Only Liam and Louis, but they both avoided to celebrate something because they thought it might be worse for me if they did. There was a reason, they wanted to avoid triggering me by forcing something.

I understood that argument and that's why I didn't celebrate my birthdays, it was just another normal day for everybody around me.

And even if I didn't want to remember my birthday, I wondered... "Why I can't see as something special like everybody else?"

The fact that I told Harry about my birthday last night puzzled me. There was no reason to say that, because even I didn't like to remember it.

Something in me made me want to tell him, and his answer pleased me. He was excited to celebrate with me. I wondered why another person would want to celebrate this date, for me it was always something much more individual.

Then I realized how beautiful it must be to have friends to celebrate the day you were born, to hug you for another year, or to give you a present for being special.

Maybe deep down in my heart I knew the way Harry would react, and it was so nice to see his smile when I told him. I finally found someone special.

I decided I wouldn't be in bed all day, so before I took a shower, I texted Louis, asking what time he was coming. The message wasn't sent to his cell phone, which made me think that he might have been somewhere with no Internet signal.