✔ A Sky Full of Stars [Zarry AU]

Chapter Nine

"He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die."

― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.

"She's nice. Isn't she?" Harry asked Zayn as they were sat on his bed, listening to his Baroque Pop which he called as Dream Pop. Zayn tells him that he had invited him over for a 'lads' night but since he was the only one there and they clearly were anything but friends, Harry could feel the tension between them. "She is." Zayn replied while sinking down on his bed, the air suddenly colder in his room and the music softer.

"Why don't you tell the media about her being your girlfriend? You haven't confirmed it." Harry asked because he was curious. They were seen on many dates but Zayn yet had to confirm the news, people say that Zayn doesn't talk about his relationship at all. Some say because he's uncomfortable about it, some say that they're already planning a wedding and are going to surprise everybody. "Stalking me, right?" Zayn asks with a smile on his face.

Harry chuckles at that. He wasn't, actually. Mark would tell him all that everyday. Then he had the newspapers and magazines which were already begging for confirmation. "I'm thinking about going on a holiday," Zayn tells him when he doesn't get any reply from Harry. "What? Holiday? Now?" Harry asks confused; he was sure that Zayn was working on his album or something right now. Not that he shouldn't go on a holiday.

"Yes. Somewhere, like The Caribbean. It's March and it's getting hot and I like cool places so why not." Zayn says with a small smile playing on his lips as he kept on staring at Harry. "Okay. Taking her?" Harry asks with a questioning look; when Zayn doesn't answer immediately he feels stupid. She's his girlfriend, he would obviously take her. Harry just wants to run out of his house and tell Mark to let him hide in his pack of Bruce Springsteen CDs.

"Well, I can't." He replies with a smug look on his face. "She's busy with something. Tells me that she's getting more contracts and all that. She likes modeling so much, I can't tell her to just go somewhere with me."

"But you're her boyfriend. She will if she loves you." Harry blurts out without thinking because that's what he thinks. He would follow Louis off a cliff about a year ago if he asked Harry with a small smile and his amazing smile which would always remind him that Louis loves him. "Oh yes, about that..." Zayn starts with a small laugh.

"We're not like, that. We're just dating. It's not even serious." Zayn tells him as Harry nods. "But you looked really loved up in the magazines and stuff..." Harry says before he can even think. He needs to stop that, he thinks as Zayn laughs a little. "You are pretty cute. I never thought you would even look into that stuff, but yes maybe we did. She's funny and all that. She talks a lot and does all that blushing stuff which I did miss, it did made me happy."

"Oh," Harry says with a small smile. "That's nice. You're moving now, Julia must be happy for you. She wrote amazing poems, I loved all those."

"You read them?" Zayn asks with a sudden change in his voice as Harry nods. Julia Zevon, 24 year old Journalist and Poet. She had a best selling book called 'Colourful Desolation' which was a series of poems about love, regret and sadness. It was a beautiful book that she had started writing since the age of 15. Eight years of work on those and collecting 50 poems from her personal work and publishing it to the world was a brave thing to do. "

"I did. She must have been a great person." Harry tells him as he nods. "She was. She was amazing, I thought I knew her inside and out... It's just, I never thought it would happen. I thought we had figured it out, I knew everything she had went through and I was trying my best to keep her happy but... I guess I couldn't do much."

"What exactly happened? Only if you feel okay with telling me..." Harry starts confidently but ends in a low note as Zayn doesn't say anything for a minute. He just starts telling Harry his story.