Stars are in your eyes H.S

13

"Harry do you sing."

"Sing?"
We lie there like usual, under the light of shining moon.

Zoia's been arriving every night for the past 4 weeks, yes I have been counting, shearing the bush of roses, "Ye singing oh it's beautiful."

I sit up and but she lies there humming a little tune.
"Music from your mouth it's perfect." She sits closer to me holding my cold wrists.
"One day Harry ye will sing, I can feel it."

I laugh softly, "How can you feel that I can sing?" She smiles a blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Because your laughs are music to my ears and your voice a dream, imagine if you sang the whole world would stop and listen."
I take a strand of hair, which blew on her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"And can you sing?" She shakes her head bashfully,
"Nah I'm terrible..." I raise my eyebrows in protest.

"Well then let's see about that."
She twists a cloth which is tied loosely around her neck nervously, opening her mouth before letting me witness what took my breath away,

"lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say,
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream,

The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly..."

I stare at her complete awe a miracle to my ears. Her voice is raspy but sweetly blends into chords of heaven. Zoia presses her lips, her eyes glossy with tears.
"Zoia that was breathtaking..."
She gets abruptly,
"I've said too much I hate this I hate-"

"You what- calm down."

"I hate it Harry. I hate having this voice, it's a bloody curse, it's everything bad; nightmares and screams." Tears swarm her face and she sits down collapses under the exhaustion. She holds her head in her hands.

"I HATE IT!" She screams like venom. She sobs uncontrollably, her whole body shaking with rakes of sadness.

"I'm scared Harry."

"Why?" I ask quietly then wrapping my arms around her frail body.
"Because when ya will find out...Ya will throw it away be afraid mate- you will forget all our rendezvous at midnight, all 'em secret conversations and all our moments under the moonlit sky."
She wipe her tears, mascara dripping down her face like permanent tears. I sit silently confused by her outburst but we wait under stars.

I notice a few numbers tattooed on her neck.
"What does 1475 mean?" She visibly tenses,

"Everything that keeps me alive and kills me."

She starts to climb the hedge, "I have to go Harry till next time, yea?"

I nod subtly furrowed my eyebrows,
"One day I'll figure you out Zoia..."

"I hope ya don't."

***

I hum softly, mixing paint and water to create a masterpiece.
Hours tick by, as I brush the soft bristles along the canvas. I stand back accidentally smearing paint on my forehead, my hair pulled back a bandana.
The sunlight pours through the large slim window, looking over the rose bush garden.
I clench my first when a certain lady walks through the closed door.

"Tatiana knock, you know I hate it when people come into my study." She sits in the plush sofa in the corner the same one Zoia slept on that night.

"Oh that's a terrible habit you should get rid of loathing such a petty matter." She bitterly responses, whilst scanning the cluttered room in disgust.

After a few uncomfortable moments she sits forward clasping her hands together, pursing her lips she does that when she unsure and confused.
"Harry you know- you remember that trip I too to Fata Fiduciam?"

"Yes the one you never told me why?"
She nods slowly, "Harry there's a reason a very dread rebellion there."

"Wait- what?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you this of course but I'm sure you will keep this to yourself." She smiles weakly, but I frown.
"What why?"

"Oh it's foolish really but...The legend it might come to live and it's spiralling rage and confusion."

"legend?"

"Of course Harry Love they said love is to be true."

-/-

Hello humans
How is life?
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ZOIAS OUTBURST
AND YES THAT IS THE PAINING OF ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^WHICH HARRY PAINTS ZOIA IKR SHE IS AN INTERESTING CHARACTER I HOPE YPU WILL GET A SHOCK WHEN YOU FIND WHO SHE IS!

ALSO YES ZOIA SINGS ED SHEERAN'S
A TEAM SUCH A SAD SONG BUT IT FITS THE MOOD IDK?

AND TATIANA SAID LOVE IS BECOMING TRUE OF PPL SAYING IT IS?! WHATAFTATTAGA

OMG HOPE YOU ENJOY MY BOOKS I FEEL SO TOUCHED WHEN PPL VOTE AND COMMENT SO PLZ DO IT WILL MAKE MY DAY XX
Anyways,

ZainaB

Ps I'm a potato

Pss. IK it's impossible but so is Harry styles hotness

Psss. You can go now