"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"Tell me something I don't know And lead me to the place where no one ever goes Let me go under your skin Let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs
Baby do you think about the past? Do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this
With your fingers in my mouth, I fail to see your faults So please don't let me fall"
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Nova
"Something's happening, happening to me. My friends say I'm acting peculiarly. Come on, baby we better make a start. You better make it soon before you break my heart," I sing along with my Tango in the Night album that's spinning in circles on my record player. My rust-colored curtains are pulled to the side to invite the glow of the evening sun inside. I waltz around my room with a duster in hand, singing and spinning all while trying to do a bit of cleaning.
Despite the Winter chill, the rays from the sun warm my skin as the light peers through my bare windows. The mix of freshly done laundry and vanilla fills my room as I try and tidy everything in my cluttered space. Tonight is Harry's turn to spend the night at the apartment. While I tried to deny the request over and over again, he kept insisting, saying that it wasn't fair for me to always be the one staying with him at the club.
I don't necessarily mind only staying at his place. His bed is a lot comfier and it's nice just having a bigger space to ourselves. While Judy seemed very determined to stay at Zayn's instead of "getting an ear full," I tried explaining to her that things weren't like that between me and Harry. Not yet at least.
It's been nice taking things slow with Harry and just spending this last week with him. Besides, I don't know when I'll be ready to take the next step and I'm not sure he knows either. There's still something I want to talk to him about when we both feel ready.
I'm a little nervous and embarrassed to bring it up to him but deep down I know Harry won't judge me and won't think it was my fault. There's just something about it that makes me think that once it's out in the open for another person to know, things won't feel or be the same.
I just don't want Harry to look at me differently.
"Oh, I-I want to be with you everywhere," I hum as I bend down and tidy my unorganized mountain of books. Flipping through the pile, my fingers trace over The Great Gatsby cover that lies in the middle of the mess. I pick up the book and trace the title with my fingertips, letting my fingers wander and flick through the countless manilla pages.
I smile to myself as I think back to when Harry told me the first time he saw me I was reading this book. It feels so strange for someone to know you for so long for you only to have them be a distant memory. In a way, I feel stupid for not remembering him but it makes sense now that he's told me. Now I can remember the boy who would sit in the corner of the dining hall, a banana in one hand and his other in a fist while trying to keep his book opened. He would always have an apple sitting in front of him to eat after he finished his banana- his usual breakfast routine.
