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

75. Oslo

Harry

Still stunned, I stare at my screen and hear Zayn's "love letter" to me. Without Gemma's advice, I probably I wouldn't have heard about it until later. Now there were many people saying that he wrote the song for Gigi. I know it's not like that. It has always been like this. Our songs are our messages to each other. This is the most beautiful and intelligent way. That's exactly what I love about Zayn. He is not clumsy. Zayn is incredibly eloquent. No one else knows how to write so imaginatively. This connects us.

For days, I've been thinking about how to contact him. I have to see him. I have to feel him.

Between my performances in Norway and Germany I have two days off. I book a plane ticket to Oslo in the name of the holder - Zayn. He has to overcome his fear of flying, if he like it or not. I'm not sure if he will come. It's worth a try. My heart is pounding as I send it to him. I feel like a teenager on the first date.

"Styles, you're crazy," I say to myself.

Zayn

Another day of absolute freedom. It feels good. I can only run around in boxers all day, watch Net Flix without being reprimanded. Nobody cares.

My thoughts are always with Harry. I watch every single concert online when fans post it. Every time I am fascinated. Harry has an incredible charisma on stage. My yearning is getting bigger and bigger. I can't possibly show up at one of his concerts, as much as I would like to. I miss him so much. He didn't answer me. A friend told me that Tommo was in London with him. So he invited Louis. Maybe they are a couple. After all, they have close contact, believes the press. "Medicine" could also be an indication of him and Louis.

"Zayn, you were on the wrong track," I think. Harry replaced you.

It's ringing at my door. I decide not to open. Today I belong to myself and enjoy being alone. I don't like to seeing and hearing anyone. Sunken in my realization that Harry is now with Louis, I go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. In the hallway I stumble across an envelope that was pushed through the door. What's this? On the way back to the living room, I pick it up. The imprint was done automatically. No handwriting is recognizable. When I open it, a plane ticket falls out. Who sends me a plane ticket? Who have I been talking to about vacations in the last weeks? I didn't hear anything from Gigi. I hope she is not planning a vacation with me. Curious, I look for the destination of the journey. OSLO. For goodness'sake what am I supposed to do in Oslo? It's just as cold as here. Who do I know in Norway? The departure is scheduled for March 21st. What does all this mean? I have no idea. Carelessly I leave it on the table.