falling

six : fallin'

A/n: welcome to one of my fav chapters! I'm not a huge harry styles fan but his song 'falling' hits different.

Bold italicized words are lyrics from the song.

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As he pulled out of her driveway he stared at the way she danced up the snowy steps and slid into the house, her cheerleading outfit radiating.

when he arrived home he got out a pen and an old napkin, and he scratched out the words that wouldn't leave his head.

you are the end of the road. after so much driving with missed exists and wrong turns,you feel like I'm finally home. This journey has ended, and another had began when i saw you.

and he stared out at the dark sky. it was a very weird feeling. a strange one. like the darkness of the night was more beautiful than the sun. like the cold snow was warmer than the blazing sun. like all the heartbreak felt so good compared to what losing her would feel like. like she was the exact definition of the word, love.

love
ſləvi
noun
1. an intense feeling of deep affection.
verb
2. feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

he had known this girl his whole life, yet merely 24 hours he had known her. he had known her from diapers to nativity scenes and bike rides, yet he had only known her since train tracks and clouds and car rides, and quite frankly he forgot what they even really talked about. he remembered certain moments, seconds, glances and blinks; yet the words they spoke had blanked his memory.

he was falling. falling. falling.

and he knew what he had to do, to silence the sounds and words and whispers and lust- no, love-that filled his bones.

Jade stood naked in front of the shower, tears in her eyes as the water sprayed down, ricocheting loudly off the plastic sides and bottom.

and the tears that fell from her eyes weren't sad anymore. she was... blissful. She was spinning around in flowers of lilies he couldn't see.

she was a butterfly. the universe gave her wings, but it was him who taught her how to fly. after so much time, she had finally learned to soar.

she wiped her tears and let out a laugh, and stepped into the warm shower, letting the man made rain flush over her face.

Elijah sat on the edge of his bed, an acoustic guitar in his hands, as he strums chords.

he didn't quite know how to put what lyrics to everything he felt.

she's in the sun and the moon, the wind and the air he breathes. she sings like the river and ponders like the rain. he was ... moonstruck.

moon. struck
ſmoonstrək!
adjective
unable to think or act normally, especially
because of being in love.
"a moonstruck but musically
unaccomplished lover"

and then he strummed a chord, that felt far to familiar. it felt like her. he pressed record, and strummed.

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i'm in my bed, and you're not here

 he sang quietly with the chords.

 and there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering

forget what I said...it's not what I meant
and I cant take it back, I cant unpack the
baggage you left.

what am I now? what am I now? what if I'm
someone I don't want around? I'm falling
again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'.

the chords spread out the windows of his house, the small sounds wrapping around the earth, and it was as if the girl herself heard them as she stepped out of the shower.

you said you care, and you missed me too.

her footprints were wet on the tile. and she rang her hair out on a towel as she slipped into the coldness of her room.

and i'm well aware i write too many songs

about you.

she changed into grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt. and brushed out her damp hair, went upstairs and made herself a coffee.

and the coffees out at the beach wood café,

and it kills me 'cause i know we've ran out of things we can say

she poured the coffee into the mug.

what am I now? what am I now? what if I'm

someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin' what if I'm down? what if I'm out? what if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'

he stopped strumming. she stopped pouring her cup.

she couldn't drive a car. she was scared of them. so she grabbed her yellow bike, and sped through the snow down the roads, as fast as she could, speeding like lightning. he strummed again.

and i get the feeling that you'll never need

me again.

tears flung down her eyes as the wind and snow crashed into her face.

what am I now? what am I now? what if

you're someone I just want around? I'm falling again, falling again, fallin'

she threw her bike on the grass, and she heard melodies sound as she started walking up.

he felt a tug on his heart. maybe he was crazy. he stopped playing her song, threw the guitar on his bed and ran down the stairs, throwing open the door just as she went to knock.

she fell forward, and he caught her by the elbows

what if I'm down? what if I'm out? what if

I'm someone you won't talk about?

"dance with me," she whispered into the midnight air. her hair damp and his eyes watering.

he helped her to her feet, and he shut the door. they walked over to the kitchen, and he opened the fridge. the light cascaded, and he placed an old record on the player. he extended his hand and she took it, he reeled, he run close. she danced on his feet, her head resting on his chest. he looked down at her soft face, and they danced around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm

fallin'