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Love in a Photograph

Trust

I toss and turn like a Tasmanian devil in my sheets in my bed. I look over to the side where his head used to lay and all that I see is an empty space that hopefully spoon will be occupied with him here, forgiven and loving me. Nobody is like Harry, nobody has made me feel the way he does, nobody has never lead me to the truth, nobody is Harry except for him.

I wake up at 6am and get dressed immediately https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5f/71/0b/5f710bbafe018dab0204d1e9a0e4646f.jpg
I go downstairs and have coffee to prepare for this long drive to London. I see my phone and the boys are waiting for me in the car, they stayed at a local motel for the night.

I get in the car and all the boys are happy and chirpy, it is way to early for this. "Ready love?" Louis ask me and puts the car into drive. "Yea, I just wanna see him."

The car ride is dead silent part from Liam and Niall in the back engaging in their own conversation. Louis is driving and remains silent and asks me every now and then how I am and I give him the same response that I'm fine. But truth is I'm not I have no idea how Harry will react when he realises I have been a complete stubborn little girl. Will he open me with open arms or will he turn me away and not be able to trust me because I doubted my trust for him.

But then my mind wonders to how the photos git in my mailbox and how they even gotten taken in the first place. "Hey Liam, pass the photos" I turn my head to the back seat and he passes them to me. I see the time on them 7.45pm, and my mind takes me back to that night.


flashback:
I get back to our table and see only mum, "Where's dad?" i ask sitting back down. "Phone call".
I look at my phone no wonder I'm hungry it's almost eight o'clock . No text from Harry, he must be enjoying his time with the lads.
I then look at the menu to decide what I want and my heart and mind sets on pasta. Dad comes back and I look down at the menu.
"I'll have the pasta please." I hand my menu back to the waiter.


"Son of a bitch" I murmur

But I have to think about Harry right now, to be with him getting him back. Trusting me again, it seems now in this world I can't really trust anyone except for Harry he is the only one. We both let our guards down with each other we only know the real us.

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Comments

great story! Keep writing!

xo_caitlin_xo xo_caitlin_xo
2/20/16