A happy family moves into a new house on the outskirts of town. They want to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city. Their future neighbours, a young couple, seem to be nice. They quickly become friends.
A barbecue together changes the lives o...
Taylor has left the living room and I'm sitting in the middle of a sea of roses, the card still pressed to my heart, thinking.
Some of the beautiful roses - my roses - I could still save from her. Lovingly I touch the flowers. At this moment I feel so close to Zayn, as if I was stroking his hair.
"You're the love of my life, Harry. Zayn"
I'm touched, really moved by his words. My love blossomed again in this moment and the anger against him is forgotten.
I' m sitting there for minutes without even thinking about Taylor for a second. I should do that because now she knows my secret. Of course she threw me out. She is kicking me out of my own house. I know now how Zayn must have felt when he split up with Gigi. But, what can I say.....I really don't mind.
Isn't that totally crazy? I'm not bothered. Most certainly I will later have a guilty conscience and blame myself. But at the moment I'm just happy.
Our story has taken an unexpected turn. Finally, I don't have to lie anymore. We don't have to hide anymore. Even Niall's reaction doesn't matter to me. Never before in my life have I felt so carefree.
There's just one thing I want - I want my Zayn back.
Zayn
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By now it's late afternoon and Harry didn't call me. Gavin and I are sitting in the office preparing my exhibition, which will take place the day after tomorrow. We talk about the guest list and the catering and time goes by.
After the fifth cup of coffee and half a packet of Marlboro, I decide to go to the nearby park. I finally need to clear my mind again. The roses didn't bring me any luck. Instead I now have an overpriced bill in front of me. Nothing but expenses. But my mind is crowded with images, thoughts I do not understand, yet cannot purge. I suffer from headaches and my fingertips are massaging my temples. Whatever I'm doing, it's not helping right now. Off to the park, somewhere into the green.
"Gavin, l call it a day. I urgently need air, fresh air. In the park I get enough oxygen and that makes me feel better", I moan and put my head on the table to show him my hopeless situation.
