[ENG VERSION] Crave the Storm - ZARRY ??

HARRY

My green eyes looked at everything around me. I was at home. I looked around and I was in my room.

My room in 1930. That made my heart pound. It was a little sweaty. I sat on the bed and ran my fingers through my disheveled curls. I jumped slightly when I saw Gemma enter the room and smiled at her. It was as if I hadn't seen her for years. So when she sat down next to me I pulled her into a tight hug.

"What happened, Harry? Why are you hugging me like that? Did you dream that I died?" She made a cute face as he walked away and lay down next to me.

"No! I dreamed that I went to the future." I bit my cheek. Not believing it was just a dream. It couldn't have been. Impossible it was. "What if it wasn't a dream, Gemma? Because it was so real, it was really real. I can't even put into words what it was like. Gemma... I'm losing my mind. Do you understand?

I sighed loudly, rubbing my eyelids closed and remembering...Zayn. His beautiful eyes. My earth tone. It couldn't be a dream. I couldn't be so creative and perfect to imagine it. Every moment we had. The way he touched me. His lips. His skin is warm and soft. His smell.
No. He was real.

"Aren't you going to tell me the dream, Harry? Are you well? It was just a dream, stay calm. I already told you that you shouldn't give so much importance to dreams." I heard Gemma blow, getting up and sitting in front of me.

"You're not going crazy. It was just an intense dream. Your mind is very creative.

I shook my head slightly. She wouldn't understand, unfortunately. The love of my life was Zayn, he had to exist. That storm... Why did it bring me back?

As much as he and I were arguing a lot throughout the marriage, I never wanted to leave. I never wanted to leave him. I couldn't live without him.

How would I be able to move on with my life all over again knowing that no one would ever give me what he already gave me? He taught me how to live. He taught me even the beat of my heart. That lack of breath that was only compensated by the cause itself. He was my lack of air and my oxygen.

No! God, how would I live?

Not even if I cried another storm for him. I would cry out. I would wish a storm for all the days of my life.

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My parents forced me to marry Martha again. But I felt like I was being more strong pulse with them. I stamped my feet and refused to do it. I wouldn't marry anyone knowing that my heart belonged to someone else. Even if I didn't have any proof that he existed.

In fact, it didn't exist. He wasn't even born yet. But it would be born and it would be mine. We were made for each other. Because if he wasn't the love of my life, then why did I still remember him? Why was every memory I had with him still inside my soul? Warming up my body. Feeding my heart.

God in heaven, I missed his smile so much. The sound of your laugh. Your caresses on my cheek. Your lips on mine, your taste. Its flavor. The way he gave me pleasure even when we weren't making love. I missed waking up so much and seeing your brown eyes looking at me.

My earth tone made just for me.

I cried whenever I was alone. Crying and begging up a storm to give me my Zayn. It didn't make sense to live without him. I didn't feel complete. I just couldn't live in this time that didn't even seem like mine anymore.

The storm finally came. I craved so much for one that it just came.

But it didn't bring me what was mine.

Zayn hadn't come.

I thought about giving up. But there was no Harry giving up his earthy tone. Could not. I knew my Zayn hadn't given up on me either. He would never give up.

Until it was the day of that photo. I had come back before the photo and I only realized it when my parents said I would have my first photograph. The photo that Zayn would find and fall in love with me. It made me smile, remembering all his words from that Thanksgiving.

So I got ready with those already separated clothes, the same as in the photo. It was strange knowing what the photo would look like before I even took it. But it was hopeful knowing everything that photo would cause. So I was absurdly excited for it.

I was directed to the front of the house, the man who was going to take the photo was arranging that size camera. It reminded me of what they would be like in 2021. Fast, smaller and instantaneous. But I still positioned myself, putting on my best smile because I knew that it would be him that Zayn would fall in love with in the future. The flash light outside Very strong. The noise indicating that the photograph had been taken. My parents clapping at that moment.

So when the man came out from behind that blue cloth that covered his face so he could take the photo. I almost staggered back. I lost my breath. I lost my focus. My heart almost came out of my mouth.

That was my Zayn there.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Zayn Malik." He extended his hand to me. "Your photo was incredible. The best I've ever taken.

I blinked my eyes several times, touching his hand and felt the shock. His eyes dropped to our hands and I knew he felt it.

Our touch was like lightning. An electric shock between our skins. His expression became slightly confused and then he looked at me again.

"Harry Styles, the pleasure is all mine.

Not even if I needed to start over as many times as necessary.

He would always be my earth tone.

And I would always be his tone of hope.

THE END

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Nota:

CTS has a special place in my heart. I am very grateful to everyone who read and followed. I died laughing along with Liam. A comedy, right? Hahaha

My original idea was not to keep the boys together. It would be Harry returning to the future and seeing Zayn with someone else. But I think you would kill me a lot, I had also made them suffer a lot in the fic and I decided to give them that fresh start.

I hope you enjoyed. I love you so much, I'm really grateful for reading it. I hope you don't abandon me too lol. I have many projects being worked on to be posted. And I'm going to try to focus a lot on Feel Me again to finish.

If I published this fanfic in a real book, would you buy it?

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