Passion '3

New York City is the city where dreams are bound to come true.
But what happens when Emily Hawthorne realise that her dreams and love-life doesn't fit as perfectly together as she had hoped?


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4. Late Manhattan

 

About one and a half hour later I found myself lying on a bench in Tompkins Square Park, a few blocks away. Samantha was sitting cross-legged on the gravel ground and Johanna was walking around talking about how she thought we should go to one of our places. Her voice had turned into a background noise and I was sure that I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t listening. My focus was on the beautiful - barely clouded - night sky. I could still see Johanna pace around from the corner of my eye, but it didn't bother me at all. It was the stars and the almost full moon that had captured my attention.

 

“Em, can I borrow your lighter?” Samantha asked, ripping me out of my trace. I turned my head so that I soon was looking right at her, “Sure, don’t bother asking.”

 

She reached out for my bag, but noticed my lighter lying on the ground beside it. “Wanna use it first?” She raised her eyebrows, handing it to me. I slowly sat up in with a groan, “No, you go ahead… I’ll just find my pack first.”

After smoking one or two, maybe three, we decided to head somewhere else because it had started getting unbearable cold. Johanna seemed to light a bit up about that idea, she was clearly happy to leave the park. It didn’t last long before we decided to head to my place, just some blocks away on East 10th Street.

“Can we please walk the other way, like out of the park and around? I’m more comfortable with that,” Johanna begged, glancing at the path leading deeper into the park. “But it’s a way longer walk then,” I stated.

“I know, it’s just… There can be a lot of, like uncomfortable people here.” She wrapped her arms around her body, after the wind sent shivers through her body.

“Jo, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“It’s easy for you to say that, you aren’t scared of anything!”

Somehow that hit me harder than I had expected, like a punch right in the stomach, causing the air to leave my lungs for a short moment and words to get stuck in my throat before they got a chance to be said. Samantha glanced nervously at me, clearly noticing my reaction. I didn’t blame Johanna; she had no chance of knowing. It took a few seconds before I mumbled an answer; “Sure, let’s walk the other way then.”

“Thank you!” Johanna breathed out in relief.

“Yeah, that’s probably better,” Samantha joined in.

 

 

 

Zayn’s Point Of View

 

“Have you spoken to Emily today?” Harry asked me, as I walked out of the bathroom, with my toothbrush in my mouth and only a pair of boxers on. I nodded, trying to avoid talking with my mouth full. “Anything important?” Harry kept asking. I raised my eyes and mouthed, “Seriously?”

 

“Oh sorry,” He chuckled and laid his head back on his pillow again, “- I think I’ll go call her.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on my hotel bed. I was too tired to care. In the beginning of the tour it had been hard to get used to not sleeping with Emily’s tiny body close to mine, and I had had a constant urge to call her every night just to know that she still was there, but now that a month almost had passed I had gotten back into old rhythms. I missed her, like crazy, but calling her every second would only make that feeling stronger and harder to deal with. I knew that when we were playing in Connecticut, I’d maybe have time to stop by hers, just for one night. Even though it only would be for such a short time, I would gladly spend every free second in her company.

 

 

 

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