Over Again - Ziall (Sequel to "Just One Time") ✔️

Chapter 12 part one - Pink Camellia.

*NOT EDITED*

Niall's P.O.V.

"I know you don’t want to,

but I want you

Go where kids enjoy themeselves,

you are going to find other clues."

These words rang in my head.

"Where kids enjoy themselves...Where could it be?" Ithinked out loude while waliking down the street.

I thought about it for a bit and then and an Idea came to my my mind.

"Yes, It has to be the playground." I exclaimed in realization.

I started to run towards the nearest park. I was pretty sure that there was a playgroud there.

I was pretty excited about all this treausure hunt thing. It meant that maybe I still meant something for Zayn and that he still loved me for real.

I wanted to know where was thie end of this and what was the 'prize'.

Meanwhile I had arrived at the park and I started to look for the playgroud.

After walking a bit, I found it. Kids were playing around and it seemed like they were having the time of her life, and I hoped they were having it for real.

Anyway, I started to look fo another note or a clue. I started from the swings, but nothing.

Then I went near the slipway and I saw a little flower, and a sheet of paper under it.

I took them, I sniffed the flower and I started to read the paper eagerly.

If you didn't know that, the flower is a Pink Camellia, wich means : "I Miss You.", and It's true.

Now I want you to know what I think about you and I want to tell you that with a poem.

" I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

    And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

    Lit with a passionate fire.

I love your arms when the warm white flesh

    Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

    Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss

    Of a virgin’s bloodless love;

Not for me the saint’s white bliss,

    Nor the heart of a spotless dove.

But give me the love that so freely gives

    And laughs at the whole world’s blame,

With your body so young and warm in my arms,

    It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,

    Still fragrant with ruby wine,

And say with a fervor born of the South

    That your body and soul are mine.

Clasp me close in your warm young arms,