I want to write you a song.
15.
The last month has been nothing but amazing with Harry. I never thought I'd be so happy in my entire life. Sure I was with Chris for four years but the novelty wore off right away. Getting swept away by Harry is something I could never have foreseen but now we are obsessed with each other.
We have been back to his father's cabin, been on dates the media caught a wind of it all and it doesn't bother me as much as I first thought. We go driving in the middle of the night, get lost along the way but we don't mind.
We are currently in the middle of getting lost in the middle of the night. "Turn right." I point, which he does. It is good to get away from our normal routine and just be adventurous. I sit in the passenger seat, sipping on some coffee and his eyes are not on the road like they should be, rather on me.
He then takes off when the light turned green, speeding down the long unknown road. Both of us safe traveling along the holy ground. I turn the radio up and begin to move like a love fool, he laughs at my goofiness, shaking his head.
About three in the two thirty am we arrive back to his place. I get a bit annoyed seeing a pile of dishes in the sink, how hard is it to wash a mug, they are piled on top of each other. My ocd persona takes over and I begin to wash them, "hey, you don't need to do those." He turns the tap off, which I turn back on.
"But you don't do them," I resume to washing. "Your gonna nag me about them again." He huffs, "well if you did them, there would be no nagging."
"Ok, your being annoying now," I drop the mug in the sink, sigh frustratingly. I try not to react, but I don't like when we fight, if you call it that. I know I don't live here but their dishes for god sake it's not rocket science and it's two thirty in the morning I'm not in the mood. I dry my hands on the tea towel and make my way up stairs and he is quick to follow me up.
I dig through my draw I have in his room, searching. "Are you mad?" He leans adjacent the door frame, his arms crossed, "What no course not." I keep digging through the draw.
"Yea you are Liv."
"No I'm not" I stand up getting ready to go to the bathroom, but his persistent. "Hey." He takes the clothes from my hands, "talk to me." I look to the ground. "I'm fine." I don't sound convinced.
"Harry their just dishes I'm fine." I said, I can't help but get emotional, must be the time of month. "Or you think things are slipping from us?"
I have no idea where this is coming from, is he leaving me? I escape from his embrace and run out of the house. What the hell is happening we were fine ten minutes ago, weren't we?
I run out crying, and cold getting ready for him to say goodbye and leave me, suddenly he spins me around and wipes away my tears. He cups my face with his big hands, this is it, he will leave me.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I love you, and I will never ever leave you alone."
Finally I breathe again, he sweeps me under my feet and carries me into the house.
