𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨

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Harry and I have been talking for 2 weeks now. We text almost everyday about everything and nothing. Then we talk about our favourite dishes and then about the stars. We actually had a whole discussion about what the universe is. It really didn't make any sense.

He's a really sweet boy, with horrible knock, knock jokes. He's pretty selfless, always thinking about me and how I am feeling. We also had one more video call together, he had his camera on this time. It was about 11 pm, quite late, but who cares.

We talked about our lives, I mostly talked about mine though. Every time I asked him about his, he shut down. Told me it wasn't important and special.

Something is off, I don't know what. When the topic of family, or friends passes by, he starts stuttering out random things. Every time I compliment him, he won't accept it like others do. Saying it's not true and other people think different. I asked him who, and the only answer I got was someone he loves.

I thought about it for a while and actually the thought of his boyfriend hurting him in anyway came up. I know, it doesn't have to be true and I also hope it's not, but I heard some things. I have heard a man yelling at Harry when we call.

I don't know what to think. I asked Harry about it one time and he got a bit pissed and said I should mind my own business. So that's what I did and try to do. Keyword: try. I can't get it out of my mind.

I only watched some movies and read some books about a abusive relation ship and now it's the only thing I can think of when I think about Harry. Besides the fact he's absolutely gorgeous. His porcelain white skin, the depth of his dimples. His bouncy, brown curls laying on top of his head. His plump red lips, parted a little when thinking. His pointy, but cute nose. The way one eyebrow is slightly rounder than the other.

Don't ask me start talking about his voice. You'll have to clear your agenda for at least a whole year to listen me rant about it.

As I said earlier, I am definitely whipped.

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