"Harry,” I alisema with a sorry tone of voice. He shook it off. “Don’t.”
I gritted my teeth together, as much as it pained me to say, he loved me. He was like a rock. Hard on the outside and wait, hard on the inside.
I was angry, it boiled in my stomach. I wasn’t mad at Niall, there was no reason. We just lifted eye-brows. I wasn’t made at Liam, well, who can be? I was mad at Harry.
He loved me. He could’ve taken me before the X factor and the mashabiki would’ve been fine, just like Hannah and Louis. But no, he couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take it.
The tears streamed from my face. Harry looked quickly then looked back at the wall. I went and sat down on my bed, I put my face into my pillows. I kept crying, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes without trying to scream, “I upendo wewe Harry Edward Styles, wewe fool! I know wewe upendo me too!”
I felt a hand on my back later that night, around 11. I didn’t know who it was. It couldn’t be Harry. Too angry. It couldn’t be any of the other boys. No unless they are ninjas.
I kept on uigizaji like I was asleep, then he laid down tightened himself on me. Their face on my face, why did it seem so right? I didn’t know who it was then I felt a curl on the side on the side of my face.
“If I lay here would wewe lie with me and just forget the world?” The honey sweet voice continued, Harry. I felt his hand run down my stomach and pull me closer. If this is what he would do every night I was with him.
Why did I ever sleep? I mumbled and rolled a bit. His hand slid under me and pulled me tighter. I took in everything knowing that this could never happen when I am awake. I took in his sweet cologne.
Then the words came out into my ear, “I upendo you, even if wewe upendo Niall.” He kissed my head and through all of that I wasn‘t even mad anymore.
I wished I could just be awake, tell him I wasn‘t mad, tell him I was in upendo with him not Niall. I wanted to grab his shati and just never let him go but all good things have to end, even though this was a great thing. I felt my body let go into his arms.
I gritted my teeth together, as much as it pained me to say, he loved me. He was like a rock. Hard on the outside and wait, hard on the inside.
I was angry, it boiled in my stomach. I wasn’t mad at Niall, there was no reason. We just lifted eye-brows. I wasn’t made at Liam, well, who can be? I was mad at Harry.
He loved me. He could’ve taken me before the X factor and the mashabiki would’ve been fine, just like Hannah and Louis. But no, he couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take it.
The tears streamed from my face. Harry looked quickly then looked back at the wall. I went and sat down on my bed, I put my face into my pillows. I kept crying, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes without trying to scream, “I upendo wewe Harry Edward Styles, wewe fool! I know wewe upendo me too!”
I felt a hand on my back later that night, around 11. I didn’t know who it was. It couldn’t be Harry. Too angry. It couldn’t be any of the other boys. No unless they are ninjas.
I kept on uigizaji like I was asleep, then he laid down tightened himself on me. Their face on my face, why did it seem so right? I didn’t know who it was then I felt a curl on the side on the side of my face.
“If I lay here would wewe lie with me and just forget the world?” The honey sweet voice continued, Harry. I felt his hand run down my stomach and pull me closer. If this is what he would do every night I was with him.
Why did I ever sleep? I mumbled and rolled a bit. His hand slid under me and pulled me tighter. I took in everything knowing that this could never happen when I am awake. I took in his sweet cologne.
Then the words came out into my ear, “I upendo you, even if wewe upendo Niall.” He kissed my head and through all of that I wasn‘t even mad anymore.
I wished I could just be awake, tell him I wasn‘t mad, tell him I was in upendo with him not Niall. I wanted to grab his shati and just never let him go but all good things have to end, even though this was a great thing. I felt my body let go into his arms.
