Once in a lifetime

Chapter 6 Ohh...

A while after Zayn left, Harry was still sitting at the table they shared. There was just so much he needed to process before going back to reality. He kept a nice conversation with Zayn, a meaningful one. He was excited to learn more from him, to be able to tell he was getting to know him. Zayn was a deep, thoughtful person. Harry was beginning to see there was more with him. Sure, he is hot as hell, the beauty of his face, his body and his tattoos were something else. But all that would immediately lose intensity for Harry if the mind was dull, an issue Zayn proved not having.

Also, he wanted to make a painting of him. Of him, hear that. His mind was already running wild with all the scenarios he might encounter shall said event occurred. A bookworm like him ought to be a hopeless romantic and he was proud of himself for being one. He kept thinking about that scene in Titanic and his tongue was itching already to let out one of his bad jokes, wanting Zayn to paint him like one of Jack's French girls. He chuckled to himself, picturing Zayn's expression if he said something like that.

He thought as well, a bit about what he said of him being a different kind of artist. Harry never saw his work or his hobby as art, it was more like just an outlet for him to distract his brain from the often-overwhelming situations he put himself through sometimes. He was, however, seeing it under a little better light and perhaps give himself more credit about his own pieces. He had a few poems written, he felt like they could be songs if someone was interested enough on putting them music. Not that Harry would ever put them out, much less sing them, they just had that feeling of a potential song.

Now, he had Zayn's number. He wasn't sure how to proceed with that, like, was he supposed to initiate the contact? What would he even say? No, he will wait for Zayn to reach out, though he might not be able to wait for just few days before breaking first.

On his way home, he sent a message to his mother asking an update on the flight and to let him know once she was back home. He also opened the group chat he had with Lou and Ni, just to see they had rant about him ditching them and to make it worse, hanging up on them while planning holidays. He wrote them a message too, not wanting to send a voice note and give away the status of enthusiasm he was in.

He had this hype on his mind, his fingers were aching to grab pen and paper and put down some lines that had been floating on his mind since he last saw Zayn. This was bad. Was he already on the writing for him stage? How exactly? They had seen each other twice, never spoke a single romantic word and yet, there he was. Feeling like writing a bit. He went to his home office and got his notebook.

Lovely creature, sweet creature.

We just had another talk, and I got to know you more. I don't know where we're going, but I am loving the view.

I don't know where we are going, but you are starting to feel like home, if I run out of road, I hope you will be there, where I shall always return.

You know where you belong and I know where I want to belong, would there be an "us"? Do we belong?

Let's not be stubborn, sweet creature, because only you feel like home.

His ringtone threw him out of his bubble, so he left the idea there. It was very rough, it will need polishing, but he was enjoying where the idea was going. He spoke with Sarah, his assistant who was calling as she had few doubts on the new manuscripts he approved. They spoke about it for a little and once done, he grabbed something to eat.

Time was flying, he realised. It was a very productive day on his personal life. He usually kept the same people around him, causing his social connections to be very limited. Lou had Eleanor, adorable crazy couple who have been together since they were on their early twenties and still going strong. Ni met his soulmate few months back on one of those rare occasions they managed to get Harry out of his books and went to a new pub they wanted to check out, just because it was irish themed. There it was for Niall. The golden chance. Lou and Harry knew it the instant he stopped his tracks to stare at the stage. Ni's eyes were awfully telling; he had found his one.