Love in a Photograph
A man
Harry's POV:
"Here" My friend Louis hands me. I take a long sip of a beer. I know silly the reason I am here and that reason I gulp down. I feel a sense of guilt, the drive here was very treacherous. Leaving her in a time she needed me, I do believe her it was a one time, but my stupid experiences with it, lead me to leave her.
It's been one week, one week since I have left, since leaving her and all I feel is pain. Pain for leaving pain because I wasn't man enough to stick around. But pain is good, it's the only reminder of my time spent with her and the family.
I have been staying at my mates Louis, Liam and Niall. They are the only friends I have in London with them I feel a sense of family, there my brothers we are brothers from other mothers.
My mind is always on Hayley I bet this time of night she's still awake, in her painting studio. Looking out the window I wonder if she maybe thinks about me like I think about her.
I decide to take a walk around London and find myself on a park bench. I want to call her so bad. I look up at the night sky and see the stars and try to count them, but obviously that's impossible I wonder how many nights it will take to count the stars.
I take my phone out of my pocket along with the picture I carry around of when Hayley and I were young. This photo of us depicts youth, fun, laughter and love.
I just wanna call her, but it takes something in me not too. I just want to run to her and tell her I love her but for some reason my body remains frozen and I can't do it but I almost do.
She probably thinks I've moved on or hate her, but I don't I could never ever hate her.
I bet she it occurs to her that I don't even want to say hello to her, without leading to another painful goodbye. How many times do we have to say goodbye? This time is much more painful because we are both to blame. This time we have made a mess, but in my dreams every night I am touching her beautiful featured face and asking her if she wants to try again with me. I just want to tell her all of this, but when I don't I almost do.
She probably hates me for leaving her, which I don't blame her. But I guess good things comes to an end it's inevitable. But I don't want it to be over, I don't want to be scared of falling in true love because of my twisted parents and what they displayed all those years. I won't let their relationship and non existent relationship with their son happened to me.
When I marry Hayley one day, I will cherish her, hold her and kiss her every minute of every day. When we have mini Hayley and mini Harry's running around I will spend every waking moment with them. Support them, encourage them love, protect and nurture them. I see and want this future with with Hayley and no one else.
Time to be a man, a man my dad never taught me to be, but one I know is right and how they should behave. A man who fights and runs and who knows how to dream.
"Here" My friend Louis hands me. I take a long sip of a beer. I know silly the reason I am here and that reason I gulp down. I feel a sense of guilt, the drive here was very treacherous. Leaving her in a time she needed me, I do believe her it was a one time, but my stupid experiences with it, lead me to leave her.
It's been one week, one week since I have left, since leaving her and all I feel is pain. Pain for leaving pain because I wasn't man enough to stick around. But pain is good, it's the only reminder of my time spent with her and the family.
I have been staying at my mates Louis, Liam and Niall. They are the only friends I have in London with them I feel a sense of family, there my brothers we are brothers from other mothers.
My mind is always on Hayley I bet this time of night she's still awake, in her painting studio. Looking out the window I wonder if she maybe thinks about me like I think about her.
I decide to take a walk around London and find myself on a park bench. I want to call her so bad. I look up at the night sky and see the stars and try to count them, but obviously that's impossible I wonder how many nights it will take to count the stars.
I take my phone out of my pocket along with the picture I carry around of when Hayley and I were young. This photo of us depicts youth, fun, laughter and love.
I just wanna call her, but it takes something in me not too. I just want to run to her and tell her I love her but for some reason my body remains frozen and I can't do it but I almost do.
She probably thinks I've moved on or hate her, but I don't I could never ever hate her.
I bet she it occurs to her that I don't even want to say hello to her, without leading to another painful goodbye. How many times do we have to say goodbye? This time is much more painful because we are both to blame. This time we have made a mess, but in my dreams every night I am touching her beautiful featured face and asking her if she wants to try again with me. I just want to tell her all of this, but when I don't I almost do.
She probably hates me for leaving her, which I don't blame her. But I guess good things comes to an end it's inevitable. But I don't want it to be over, I don't want to be scared of falling in true love because of my twisted parents and what they displayed all those years. I won't let their relationship and non existent relationship with their son happened to me.
When I marry Hayley one day, I will cherish her, hold her and kiss her every minute of every day. When we have mini Hayley and mini Harry's running around I will spend every waking moment with them. Support them, encourage them love, protect and nurture them. I see and want this future with with Hayley and no one else.
Time to be a man, a man my dad never taught me to be, but one I know is right and how they should behave. A man who fights and runs and who knows how to dream.
great story! Keep writing!
2/20/16