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

87. Lavender III

Zayn

The next day I'll be alone again. Gigi went to see her parents. Everything is good between us. I can't get Harry out of my mind and miss him. Every time we part ways, I feel lonely and abandoned. Neither of us knows when we will meet again. Then the restlessness seizes me again. My innermost pulsates and lookes for distraction.

All this time I've got a song on my mind. It's an old song from the 70s by Bill Withers. Humming I wander through the terrain and let the sun warm me.

In the late afternoon I sit outside with my guitar in my hand and record a video. This is for Harry. I'm not a man of big words - at least not face to face. But in music I can reveal myself to Harry.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away."

Harry

During my drive to the hotel I close my eyes and lean my head back. The sweet scent of lavender still sticks to my skin. I dream of last night with Zayn and am overjoyed. The taste of his tongue is still on mine.

Flashback

The concert was the best I ever gave. Zayn stands - completely dressed in purple - to the left of the stage. We have eye contact all the time. I knew was going to be something between us.  Zayn sits in the stage pit. There he is invisible to others.

During a quick change, I scurry briefly to him. We finally face each other.

"Haz, you're just incredibly good on stage," he says hoarse.

I just look at him smiling.

"As you can see I am also dressed in purple. It wasn't that easy to get these clothes. But it was definitely worth it."

Zayn reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small blue bouquet. Lavender - he hands it to me.

"For you Harreh."

I stick my nose into it. One deep breath and I'm in heaven.

"I need to get back on stage, Zee."

My mouth blow a kiss on his cheek. He takes the chance immediately.

"Stay," he whispers and pulls my head closer to him.

We kiss hungrily and can't keep our hands of each other.

"Haz, I'll show you much more lavender later. I bed you on lavender. I make love to you in lavender. If that's what you want."

His gaze is seductive. Another kiss from me and a hoarse "Yes, I can't wait."

It's just as it always it. After each breakup we stand at the same point as always. We've been running in circles for years. And again and again i'm falling into the trap. We are meant for each other - we believe in that without a shadow of doubt. Heartaches, torments and longings are forgotten when we are together. No one can stop it. Not even we are capable of that.

In separate limousines we drive to Zayn's farm. It's the middle of the night and the warmth is still there. It smells heavenly out here. Zayn takes my hand and leads me through the silent garden. Heavy, sweet flower scent lingered in the air. We don't say a word, just enjoy the incredible silence. This night will be ours.