You woke up to the sound of your annoying alarm clock. Quickly you flung the covers back and made a beeline fort the bathroom. But before you shut the door you check to make sure Harry, your sleeping boyfriend, was still asleep. He was, his curls splayed out over the pillow messily, arms spread, and mouth agape. He was always so cute when he was asleep. You turn and close the door softly, then prepare your morning routine. Once finished you step out. Harry is turned on his side facing the wall. That means he is awake. You walk over to him slowly and lay down next to him. "Morning sleepyhead." You say playfully. Harry doesn’t answer like he usually does. You poke him lightly. He turns to face you, his face void of emotion. He looks mad for some reason. "What’s wrong?" You ask, pushing a stray curl away from his face. "Nothing. Go away." he grumbles closing his eyes, pushing you back slightly. You huff, a little hurt by his coldness, but don’t leave. "Obviously something’s wrong. You’re being dramatic." You say, spitting coldness right back at him. When your words reach Harry he shoots up. "I’m not dramatic. Maybe you just piss me off." He says, green eyes locking with yours. These words shock and hurt you, but anger you even more. "Harry, I don’t want to deal with your crap this early in the morning." You say, not missing a beat. "Oh? My crap? You mean me being "gay" has nothing to do with you? Or that you’re just a beard? Hmmm? I guess not." His eyes igniting with every word he says. "I thought we talked about this Harry. Ignore them." "Yeah, because it’s so easy to do when every time you walk outside someone is calling you gay." "I’m done. I just woke you up and we’re fighting. I’m just going to go." You say, hurriedly grabbing your bag, intending to visit your sister. You make it to the door and open it before Harry thunders by you and slams it shut so hard, you swear it’s broken. "We’re not done talking." He says. You scoff. "I think we are. Remember when I said ‘I’m done’? That means I’m not going to carry on the conversation." For a second, Harry looks inconceivably sad. He sinks down to the floor, head in his hands. “You said you’d never leave, and yet here you are. Leaving me.” You let your guard down, seeing your strong boyfriend sitting on the floor. He looks so vulnerable. "H-Harry. What’s wrong?" You ask softly. Your small hands pry his large ones from his face and you see that he’s crying. "What isn’t wrong? Everyone thinks we aren’t real, that Louis and I screw each other, and that I’m gay or a manwhore." "But, that doesn’t matter right? Because aren’t I all of those things? All of those things the media makes up to get a good story and what my fans use against me and each other?" "Harry. No, no, no, no." You say tearfully. You didn’t know he felt this way. "And on top of that, I get a million messages a day saying I’m only with you for my needs. MY NEEDS. Do people think I’m that heartless?" "I don’t. Louis doesn’t. Niall doesn’t. Liam and Zayn don’t. Harry I love you and you’re not gay, and you don’t use me and I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU." You say emphasizing the love and you. Harry looks up, his eyes filled with tears. You reach down and kiss him, making sure it’s gentle and slow. You can taste his salty tears on his lips and he smiles gently. He wraps his long arms around you and pulls you down, so you sit on his lap. "Don’t leave me. Ever. Please?" He asks, his voice tiny and fragile. "I won’t. I love you." WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS !!! :p
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 18:11:58 +0000
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