Forever and Infinity

Harry

I sighed angrily and chucked my water bottle at the wall, satisfied when I heard it crack. The boys and I were in the recording studio, doing work for our upcoming fourth album, and so far, everything that came up was crap. But that wasn't what I was pissed about.

Zayn and Niall were writing a song together, and Louis, Liam, and I were writing separately, except, I wasn't doing anything. I was just plain pissed.

"Bloody hell Harry!" Louis said, running to where the mess was. "Leave it," I said, "It's just water." Louis rolled his eyes and plopped down on the seat next to me.

"Mate, what's been up with you? I thought everything was going well with you and Desiree?"

"It's not Desiree. It's about Paisley."

"What happened?"

"She's been acting differently lately, and I have no idea what's wrong with her. I try to get her to open up to me, but she refuses to let me in. Something's eating at her, and she won't tell me. She's fading away, and it scares me."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm not sure I can help you on this one."

"That's fine. This is something I have to do on my own."

"Maybe there's something you can do to show her how you feel."

"What do you mean?"

"Where are we, Harry?"

"In the recording studio...."

"And what are we doing?"

"Writing songs..... Louis, that's perfect!"

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There was a bounce in my step as I approached the door of my flat. I had a piece of notebook paper folded up and in my pocket, and I felt absolutely amazing.

I had a feeling that the piece of paper held the key to opening up Paisley's mind and getting her to understand how the situation was affecting me.

I entered my flat and instantly fell back onto the couch. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, when a sudden thought occurred to me.

I dialed Niall's number and put the phone next to my ear.

"Harry whaf ish it? I'm a whiffle bishy."

"Yes. Obviously. Can you swallow so I can ask you a question?"

Niall chewed for at least three more minutes; whatever he was eating was really pissing me off. Stupid food.

"Niall hurry up!"

Niall swallowed the food and I felt my own coming up from the sound.

"That's disgusting."

"Chocolate covered prunes are delicious!"

"I wasn't talking about that, but that's disgusting too."

"I went to the new Sweetshop that opened a few months ago and got them. You should go!"

"There's probably nothing left because you went there."

"Yeah, but there was this caramel-"

"Okay, Niall. We are straying off topic. I wrote a song for someone that means a lot to me, and-"

"You actually have feelings for someone?"

"No, no, no. She's more like a sister."

"Surrrrrre."

"She is! Anyway, she's been my best friend since birth, and what I'm doing is incredibly important, so don't fuck it up."

"I never fuck things up."

"Anyway, you know that I wrote a song for her the other day at the studio, and I'd like it if you'd play the guitar for me while I'm singing."

"Um, sure, but won't me being there kill the mood?"

"What mood? It's not supposed to be romantic, Niall."

"Yeah, whatever you say."

"I'm with Desiree!"

"Don't you think that Desiree would seem jealous and hurt that you wrote a song for your 'friend' and not her?"

I thought about it for a second. Writing a song for Desiree had never crossed my mind; I don't even know what I'd write about.

"It doesn't matter. So, will you do it?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, mate."

"Anytime. When do you want to do it? I'm going to need time to learn the chords."

"Let's practice together tomorrow, and we'll do it later this week. It has to be perfect."

"And why does it have to be perfect?"

"Because it's my only way to get her to understand that she's driving me insane by keeping so much from me. "

Niall was silent for a moment.

"You love her." It wasn't even a question.

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Desiree?"

I sighed into the phone. "Bye Niall."

"Harry, you need to figure yourself out. See you tomorrow."

It wasn't even two seconds after I hung up when I heard a pounding at my door. I reluctantly got up and trudged over and swung the door open to reveal none other than Desiree herself.

"Desiree-"

The look in her eye was absolutely manic as she jumped on me and pinned me to the ground.

"Don't even start. We're doing this right here, right now."

She started to attack my neck with violent kisses.

"What's all this about?"

She lifted her head and licked her lips.

"We've been dating for almost four weeks and we still haven't screwed. I'm fucking ready."

My eyes widened at her straightforwardness. I pushed her off of me and stood up. "I'm not ready. Can we do something else?"

"Why aren't you ready? You told me you weren't a virgin."

"Can we just not do this right now?"

"Why are you holding back?"

She tried to jump on me again, but I moved to the side and she glared at me angrily.

"What is on your mind? Dammit!"

The first thing I saw when she said that was Paisley. The way her lips curved into a frown. The way her eyes were always moist; tears always on the verge of pouring out.

"Paisley," I breathed, barely above a whisper.

"What was that?"

I shook my head and looked at her.

"Nothing."

Something was wrong with me. Paisley kept distracting me, an she wasn't even here.

"Do you love me?" Desiree's tone was slightly aggressive, yet her eyes were watery.

My frown deepened slightly.

When you are in love, you're supposed to feel sparks every time you touch. You'd feel like you couldn't live without that person. And everyday you'd fall harder and harder. It would be like a train wreck waiting to happen, but at the same time you know the train ride would last forever.

I wasn't in love with her.

I looked up at her. She was holding back; I could tell she was desperate to pounce on me. Lust was evident in her eyes. I didn't want lust. I wanted love.

"Do you love me?"

"No."

Desiree's eyes widened into shock. Then her shock turned into anger. She jumped on me, for the second time, but now she was even more aggressive. She bit my neck and ground her hips slightly into mine. I tried to push her off me, but her claws were buried in my skin. She was like a rabid animal.

"Harry? Are you in here?"

Desiree stopped as soon as she heard the voice, which gave me the advantage of pushing her off. I ran out of the living room before Desiree could get back up and there stood Paisley standing in front of the door.

She had the spare key that I had given her months ago.

"Paisley, what's wrong?"

I was surprised that she was out and about, but I was even more surprised that she was here. Last time I talked to her, she told me to go.

"I-"

"Who the fuck is this?" Desiree howled, entering the foyer. Paisley's eyes widened. "I'm leaving." Paisley ducked her head and turned to open the door, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"No," I said, "Desiree was just leaving."

Desiree eyed Paisley. "Are you fucking kidding me Harry?"

Paisley pulled out of my grasp, and I saw the fresh tears pouring out of her grey eyes. Why was she crying?

"No, it's f-fine. I'll g-go."

She ran out the door, and I did something stupid.

I didn't stop her.

"Shall we continue?" Desiree asked. "Just forget that stupid Bitch. She's got nothing compared to me."

"No," I said firmly, shoving Desiree towards the door. "Get out."

"So we're going to play kinky, hm?"

I opened the door and pushed her outside. "No!" I yelled, slamming the door in her face.

I ran my hands through my hair, and noticed my reflection in the hallway mirror. My neck was covered in fresh bruises, and there was a long scratch on my cheek. When I lifted up my shirt, I gasped at the marks and gashes that Desiree's killer claws had done.

And she ruined everything. For the first time in forever, Paisley came to me. I didn't go to her. And that meant we were getting somewhere. But Desiree scared her off. What bothers me the most though, is that Paisley probably would have opened up to me. Now, those chances were slim.

Notes

I'm sorry for not updating in a few days. My dad took my iPad away last Friday and said he wouldn't give it back unless I passed my math exam, because I was failing in that. But my teacher passed me (Idk what I got on the exam) so I got my iPad back!!!!!

But English is what I excel in, and I know for a fact that I passed with above a 97% average, soooo....

AND NOW SCHOOL IS OUT FOR THE SUMMER.
today was my last day.



also, this is kinda random, but, I'm getting ALL FOUR of my wisdom teeth pulled on Saturday. :P



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