I want to write you a song.
6.
With no one to impress,
And they're all laughing,
As I'm looking around the room,
But there was one thing missing,
And that was the moment I knew.
I write down in my notebook, silently singing to myself, trying to conjure a melody.
Red lipstick.....
The whole crew and the lads are on a private jet back to London, it is silent, most of the boys sleeping well except Harry, his eyes haven't left the window.
As much I as I want to avoid coming home I need to and face the pending consequences of the heartbreak I endured I am currently venting in my lyrics. I put my pen and notebook back in my bag and decide on some sleep.
I lower the seat and an odd feeling sinks in, I causally turn and glance at Harry, his eyes to the ground. A delicate rush I know so much yet so little about him, I feel a sense of connection to him I guess I always have, same circumstances growing up, father leaving just me and my sister at home. We have so much in common. When we are tour break we often speak and sometimes catch up, I play it causal and inwardly smile.
"Olivia, liv." My eyes flutter open from a nudging Liam. "Sorry, were home," He smiles. I unbuckle my seatbelt and gab my things and wait for everyone to get on the tarmac. I run my hand through my hair.
"Glad to be home?" Zayn asked me, "so, so." I throw my bag over my shoulder.
We are now all in the car I can tell the boys are itching to get back to their girls. I admire their fidelity and their strength to maintain strong healthy relationships. I open a blank text message and message Chris.
"We will definitely catch up." Niall hugs me goodbye in the car. "Definitely. see you later Ni, see ya H." I climb out of the car slamming the door shut.
I wheel my suitcase to my front door, get my key and unlock the door. I place my suitcase on the side and surprised to see the house is clean, must be Chris making it up to me.
There is a few messages on my machine, I'll attend to them later, I'm in desperate need of a nap, jet lag is a bitch. I migrate my way up the stairs, and turn to the left to my bedroom. That's weird the door is closed, I open it and my heart breaks.
Although a part of me was prepared for it.
And they're all laughing,
As I'm looking around the room,
But there was one thing missing,
And that was the moment I knew.
I write down in my notebook, silently singing to myself, trying to conjure a melody.
Red lipstick.....
The whole crew and the lads are on a private jet back to London, it is silent, most of the boys sleeping well except Harry, his eyes haven't left the window.
As much I as I want to avoid coming home I need to and face the pending consequences of the heartbreak I endured I am currently venting in my lyrics. I put my pen and notebook back in my bag and decide on some sleep.
I lower the seat and an odd feeling sinks in, I causally turn and glance at Harry, his eyes to the ground. A delicate rush I know so much yet so little about him, I feel a sense of connection to him I guess I always have, same circumstances growing up, father leaving just me and my sister at home. We have so much in common. When we are tour break we often speak and sometimes catch up, I play it causal and inwardly smile.
"Olivia, liv." My eyes flutter open from a nudging Liam. "Sorry, were home," He smiles. I unbuckle my seatbelt and gab my things and wait for everyone to get on the tarmac. I run my hand through my hair.
"Glad to be home?" Zayn asked me, "so, so." I throw my bag over my shoulder.
We are now all in the car I can tell the boys are itching to get back to their girls. I admire their fidelity and their strength to maintain strong healthy relationships. I open a blank text message and message Chris.
"We will definitely catch up." Niall hugs me goodbye in the car. "Definitely. see you later Ni, see ya H." I climb out of the car slamming the door shut.
I wheel my suitcase to my front door, get my key and unlock the door. I place my suitcase on the side and surprised to see the house is clean, must be Chris making it up to me.
There is a few messages on my machine, I'll attend to them later, I'm in desperate need of a nap, jet lag is a bitch. I migrate my way up the stairs, and turn to the left to my bedroom. That's weird the door is closed, I open it and my heart breaks.
Although a part of me was prepared for it.
