Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


27. Clara's conversation

I walked right behind her back into the kitchen, where Clara had plugged her phone into the speakers, and another old song played; Just the way you are - Bruno Mars.

I smiled a little, and glanced at Emily, that surely noticed, but fought to ignore it. - Or I imagined that she did. 

Clara was done packing the cookies, and stood with her mouth full of cookie. 

There were about 30 cookies left on a plate, that we hadn't packed. 

"Should we?" Emily asked, and pointed at the plate with cookies. Clara eyes lighted up, even though she was chewing on a cookie at the exact moment. I just smiled at Emily. 

We drank wine, ate cookies, and chatted until late. When the clock was 2am, Clara let out a yawn, and that's when Emily decided that they would get ready to go to sleep. 

"You're staying for the night, right?" Clara asked me, on her way out of the door, and into the hall. 

I just nod. "Got any stuff?" She asked again. 

"Of course, I'm always prepared," I winked at her, and she just laughed. But turned serious a second later, "Zayn... Emily is not single," She said in a hard tone. 

Emily was out with the trash, that's why we had this weird conversation. 

"I know, Clara," I said back. 

"I like you, and I love her, but please don't ruin her life," 

"Ruin her life?" I chuckled. 

"Seriously! Mr. I'm so hot that it's okay for my ex to cheat on her fiancé with me," She crossed her arms over her chest. 

I raised an eyebrow, "So you think I'm hot?"

"Is that the only thing you heard?!" She muttered.

"No... but do you think I'm hot?"

She rolled her eyes, "Everyone does."

"Hmm... That's a nice thing. You're quite good looking yourself," I said, while nodding a bit to myself, just to kinda agree with myself.

"Thanks - but Zayn, do you get the point?" She sighed.

"I think so..."

"But you're still not gonna stay away from her, are you?" Clara asked.

I shook my head.

"Oh, great," She muttered in a sarcastic tone.

"Clara, don't act like you wouldn't love to see us together again. Don't act like you wouldn't love to go back six years ago, and repeat it all over again," I knew that by saying that I had hit her where she was quite weak. Of course she would. She had loved that time. 

She just mumbled something that I were unable to hear. 

"If I wanna be wi-"

She cut me off, "But you don't wanna be with her!". 

I felt offended. "And how do you know that?"

"Because you just came out of a relationship with Perrie from that Little Mix band, or whatever they're called,"

I glared deadly at her, while saying, "Clara, I like you. I don't want trouble. I just wanna figure out where I stand with Emily!" 

"So you want me to believe that you're in love with Emily, and you're not using her to get over a past time relationship?" 

"Yes, and no. I'm not saying I'm in love with Emi-"


"But neither am I saying that I don't love her," 

Clara snorted, "You love her? Bullshit!".

"Don't you love, Harry?" I asked. 

"It's been six years, Zayn," She tried to avoid my question. 

"But if you saw him away, would you still love him?"

"What do you mean?" 

"What I mean is... If you met Harry again, after only one day, don't you think that you would love him?"

"Love him again?" Clara looked confused.

I sighed annoyed, "No! If he walked in right now would your heart skip a beat, or would you not feel anything at all?"

"How am I supposed to answer that? I haven't been in the situation."

"Fuck Clara! Just answer! You know what I mean... Would you, or wouldn't you?!"

She hesitated. And after taking a deep breath she said; "I would,"

"Do you now see my point?" I asked. 

She nodded, "But... You're not in love with her?"

"I don't know, like you said... It's been plenty lot of years," I smiled a half smile. 

"But why would you then wanna stay here?" 

"Because she makes me happy," I answered, and when Clara was about to open her mouth, we could hear the front door open, and Emily stepped in. 

Clara stuck her head out in the hall, to the right, and smiled, "Em! You survived!" She smiled. 

"Yup, no demons will catch me tonight," I could hear Emily's voice, even though I couldn't see her. 

Clara fast turned to look back at me, "Do what you want. Just don't break her..." 

"Why would I? And I don't think she wants to have anything to do with me," 

"Really? She's letting you stay, that's sign enough for me!" Clara whispered. 

"Maybe. I'm not gonna hurt her, right now I'm the one whose hurting," 

"James?" Clara guessed. 

I pressed my lips together to a hard and thin line. 

"That's enough of an answer for me," She whispered again. 

"What are you guys talking about?" Emily asked, and her face showed up in the door. She smiled at me. 

"Oh, nothing really..." I smiled back. 

"Let's go to sleep, Em," Clara reached out for Emily's hand, and Emily happily grabbed it, while they walked upstairs, with me walking close behind them. 


When we were upstairs I got surprised by all the bed rooms. 

There were two bathrooms, one big one, quite luxury, and one more normal one, but still luxury in a way. 

"I guess that you would wanna sleep in the double bed, in the room with the big window?" Emily asked, when Clara was unpacking her stuff in the room that they shared, the room that Emily and James usually shared. 

"Sounds fine," I smiled. 

She leaded me into a medium sized room, with a really nice double bed, a wooden closet, a table with a mirror, and a huge window out to the strawberry fields on the other side of the road that they lived on. You could pluck strawberries there, and then buy them. It was called; Woodborough Garden Center. 

"Good," Emily smiled back. 


That night I undressed, but decided to keep my boxers on, when I headed to the bathroom, to brush my teeth and pee. When I opened up the door into the big bathroom, I heard the sound of running water to my right, and turned my eyes to look that way. Behind the misted glass door, Emily was showering. The silhouette and curves of her body were showing. I could see a bit of her naked body, from behind. I could see - through the mist - her back, her bum, and legs, and her wet hair, that she was running her fingers through, while the hair got mixed with shampoo. I watched her for some seconds, until I realised what I was doing, not only to her, but to myself as well. I fast closed the door, and rushed to the other bathroom. 

Shit, Zayn, shit.  

I thought to myself, while I was standing in front of the mirror. The urge to place my hands on the skin on her hips, and pull her into a kiss, while the water was running down over us, was too big. Hard to handle. And it felt like torture. 

I missed her so much. Not only her love, but also her touch. 

I guess I missed everything about her. 

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