Yours Truly

Letter 8

Dear Styles,
Today you asked me if I was free tonight. I told you I was. You said you'd like to take me to dinner. I asked you why. You said you wanted to know me and that I was different. I don't see what you see in me. I asked don't you already have a girlfriend. You replied with no. I asked so who was that woman I saw the other day. You chuckled and replied with that's my sister. Now I feel foolish for thinking such thoughts.

At dinner you wore a white shirt and black blazer with skinny jeans. I wore a white dress that went below my knees. You said I looked beautiful. My pale skin turned crimson. I told you that you looked handsome you smiled and intertwined our hands as we waited for our food to arrive.

After dinner you drove us to the beach, you said you liked the cool air at night. I do too. I love when there is no one except the waves crashing against the shore or the moon high above, and the way the wind blows making you shiver yet feel content. And it's just you and him together. I never said out loud but I'm writing this now. Harry tonight might be the reason I stay. Your love without any words is making my heart explode. You said you'd like to do this everyday, that you liked when we were alone, yet together.

Standing on the board walk underneath the night sky, you hair no longer in a quiff, the first four buttons of you shirt unbuttoned and you blazer hanging loosely on my shoulders. The wind making you shirt expose your tattooed chest and you just staring into my eyes making me feel like I have reasons to be alive. You take me to cloud nine. Right when I didn't expect you leaned down your hand holding my cheek and your other hand resting on my waist. My heart thumping loudly in my chest and yours too as our heartbeats synchronize. You place your lips on mine. As our breathing increase you pull away. You said everyone is broken but if your broken pieces fit with another's broken pieces you become a whole just like you never shattered.

Yours truly,
Savannah