It's taking all your strenght (Zarry /AU.) /English Version

12. The Call

Harry

The ringing of the phone rouse me from my thoughts. My hands are sweaty and I breathe heavily. I grab my phone from the sideboard and see a picture of Louis appears on the screen. 

"Hello Lou,"

 "Hey, Haza, how are you?"

 I haven't spoken to Louis for ages. He never understood why I insisted on a break after Zayn left the band. Our personal differences became bigger and bigger. Lou sensed his opportunity to get back together with me on the last tour. Zayn stood no longer in his way of him and I was broken.

 "Lou, I'm about to leave. The day after tomorrow I fly away. I'm busy, so I'm fine," I answer his question. 

"You're going away? May I ask where you're going?"

 "Jamaica." I answer simply. 

"Oh, Jamaica." He says through the phone and I can feel his disappointment. 

"Alone?"

 "Yes, Lou, I'm traveling alone and no, Lou, it's not a romantic trip!" I snarl at him.

 "Okay, alright, actually I just wanted to check on you. I'm in London right now and I was wondering if we could meet for a tea.  What do you think, Haz?"

My goodness. Meeting? Tea? I feel overwhelmed by him. I didn't expected to see him again. The phone call is sufficient in my view. But I realize that Louis can't be fobbed off with flimsy excuses. So I agree to a meeting. We've arranged to meet for breakfast at Ivy's on the following day.

The next morning I arrive on time for our breakfast at Ivy's. I already spotted Louis at a small round table by the window. Roses adorn the glass vase. He runs towards me joyfully, hugging me too tightly and kisses me on the cheeks.

 "Glad you could make it happen, Hazza! My goodness, I've missed us!" He beams.

 I'm embarrassed.

 "Yes, I'm glad to see you too, Lou."

 When we sit down, I stare out of the large window front and try to sort out my thoughts. His words echo in my head. He missed us? There is no more us anymore, Lou, I wanna scream. It hasn't been for a long time.

A young dark-haired waitress appears and hands us the menus. Her face is beautiful, her skin is slightly tanned and she's got hazel eyes. This beautiful woman reminds me of Zayn and make me suffer. For a few seconds I stare into the young woman's eyes, unable to turn away from her.

 "Sir, would you like to order something or just staring at me?" She asks impatiently. 

"Umhhh ..." I stammer. "You just remind me of someone, Miss. Please accept my apologies." I whisper in the hope that she will not hear my words.

 Louis in his old manner, tries to cover up Harry's embarrassing situation. 

"We'll have the fitness breakfast twice, two glasses of orange juice and Yorkshire tea!" 

The waitress smiles and disappears in the kitchen.

"Thanks, Lou." 

"So Harry," Louis says, rubbing his palms. 

" You look tired, honey. Not enough sleep, too much party or too much sex, huh?"He blurted out.

 "What?" I ask absent- mindedly. 

"Why do you look so tired,Harry?" He repeats.

 I don't know what I should answer. Louis always expects a big story. I haven't been able to come up with that in months. My life is full of work and the evenings are lonely. That would be a headline for the press. "Harry Styles: from the womanizer to the hermit " 

"You still haven't answered my question," he urges, putting my hand in his. 

Louis feels soft and warm, and for a moment, I'm not feeling alone anymore,

 "I guess I work too hard, Lou." I answer.