Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

19. Appetizer

Louis

Well, well, well! Zayn Malik. I didn't know Harry had such a hot neighbour. It seems he moved to exactly the right place. This artist just showed up yesterday afternoon, disturbed our work and flirted with me. Not bad. Maybe I should visit Harry more often. Haz was visibly annoyed. Okay, they're not exactly on the best terms right now. What the hell. Malik is a bit arrogant, a bit in love with himself - but I find that very attractive.

My fingers type his name hastily into the computer. ZAYN MALIK. Come on, Google, take your best shot! I get hundreds of information and pictures. I was visiting some Web pages and at the end I know that Zayn Malik, mid-20s, half-Pakistani, married to a model, is one of the hottest painters and and is about to have an exhibition soon. Wow.

I naturally accept his offer to portray me. I mean, chances like this only come along once in a lifetime. He's famous. I should take this opportunity to ask him if he wouldn't like to illustrate Harry's book. A crime novel with matching pictures would be something completely new on the market and for me a win-win situation.

The phone rings and Harry is on the line.

"Hey Louis"

"Hazza, I'm glad you called."

"Oh yeah, Louis?"

"After yesterday's meeting at your house, I had a brilliant idea. Listen. How about your beautiful neighbor illustrating your book?"

"Lou! You can't be serious!"

"Oh yes, Hazza. I'm quite serious. It's never been like this before."

"Louis, I'm warning you! But that's really not the point, is it ?"

"In the first place already. In second..."

"Tomlinson, keep your hands off him. You're playing with fire, Tomlinson!" he snorts.

"Oh, a little excitement in my life can't hurt. Besides, I think he's very hot, Harry. You could have told me that your neighbour is such a sex-on-legs. Of course I'll let him paint me. Maybe a nude painting," I giggle.

" You ain't fucking gonna do that!", he says.

"Harry, what the hell do you care? Would you like to be painted yourself?"

"Shut up Tommo. He is married and his wife is really nice. You would ruin his marriage."

"Haz, you're just jealous. At least he gave me his number and deliberately touched my fingers. That was erotic. I think he likes me. Snap out of it! What did you actually want from me? After all, you called."