I awoke to the sound of the windows shaking from a strong breeze that had blew by. I jumped out of bed and rushed over to the closet, rubbing my hands together in an effort to warm myself. I reached into the closet and pulled out one of Zayn's favourite hoodies, wondering why Zayn hadn't taken this hoodie with him I slipped it on over my head and breathed in deeply--it still smelt like him--I felt safe and warm. I dug my hands into the large pocket on the front of the hoodie, I felt something slide across one of my fingers and quickly jerked my hand out of the pocket to see a little bit of blood dripping from my finger. In the bathroom I ran my finger under the tap and dried it before digging a band-aid out of the first-aid kit. Once my finger was all bandaged up I reached back into the pocket and withdrew the mischievous piece of paper from it. Carefully, I unfolded the paper and looked down at what was scribbled on it in Zayn's handwritting:
Harry, my love, by the time you find this I hope I
will have been gone for some time. I hope you
aren't missing me too badly. Remember I'll
return home to you soon my love. Until then
remember that I am indeed all yours and no
one will come between us. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Zayn xxx

Smiling, I carefully refolded the note and slipped my hands into the pocket again, gripping onto the note tightly. I put my headphones in and turned on one of our songs, Last First Kiss, I started to jog down the street, it was a bit chilly outside but I didn't mind because I had Zayn's warm, comfy hoodie on. As I ran down the street I noticed a figure in the distance, it looked almost like Zayn; as I got a bit closer I noticed that they were running towards me with their arms open. That's when I noticed that it was in fact Zayn. I quickened my pace and ran straight into his arms, we tumbled back into the soft snow where our lips met with a soft but longing kiss. "What are you doing back?" I managed to whisper, breathless, "I thought you were supposed to be gone for a couple more days."
"I was, but I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer, I've missed you too much." Zayn whispered back almost as breathless as I was.



A couple of days later it was Louis birthday, and we'd all decided to go to a carnival. Niall and Liam had run off somewhere and Louis was urging both Zayn and I to get on a ride with them. Zayn had looked at me then turned to Louis, "I'm sorry Lou, I need to talk to Harry for a minute. You and El go ahead of us and we'll meet you somewhere in a bit." Zayn and I both walked away and I heard Zayn laugh quietly under his breath.
"What?" I turned to him.
"You were so scared you'd have to go on there, weren't you?"
"Yes, I'll admit that," I admited, sighing as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.
"It's all right though, I was a bit nervous myself but I got us out of it."
Zayn cupped my cheeks in the palms of his hands and leaned up, our lips met for a short moment but I pulled back when I saw some paps taking pictures of us. "Zayn.." I mumbled.
"Ignore them, Harry. It's just us, remember?" Zayn whisperded soothingly to me.
Zayn was right, it was just him and I, together again. I didn't want him to leave me ever again.


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