Love Song

Drunk

I held onto his hand as we walked up the steps.

"I really didn't want a birthday gift, Harry," I told him as he lead me up the steps to the rooftop.

"Well, I got you one just like your mother did," he said in the dim light, where the light from the rooftop gave a bit of a clearness to our sight.

"Okay," I said as he carried along with him some beer bottles so we can drink as we got closer to the light.

We weren't suppose to be on the rooftop, but Harry woke me up at 1 am for my 19th birthday early while my mom's gift had come in two days earlier, because the mail travelling.

We finally reached a door, where Harry opened up the door quietly to reveal a light blue color to the sky, but it wasn't even close to the time we wake up. It still should've been dark.

"Happy birthday, babe," Harry said as we walked onto the rooftop and I looked around in curiosity.

"You said you had a gift," I whispered to him.

"This is your gift...to spend time together," Harry said as he lead me to the brick wall the fenced the rooftop where we sat down against the small wall.

"So I want you to tell me," Harry started as he let go of my hand and ripped open the package of beer, making me question.

"I want you to tell me where you got that beer from," I said, putting emphasis on 'you' and he smiled.

"I got it from Louis..he always goes down to that old gas station and buys beer," Harry said, his eyes looking a bit dark by our surroundings.

"Oh," I said and Harry pulled out a bottle, passing me one.

"Now, tell me...what do you expect for the future?" Harry asked and gazed into my eyes like there were skies full of stars again.

"I expect a successful and happy life," I told him as I tried to open up my beer, but it wouldn't budge so Harry took it from me and opened it, passing it back after.

"No, more details and this is our future we're talking about, love," he said and my cheeks rosied up at his words, listening to the song that came into my head again. and it never got old.

"Well, I would like us to have a strong relationship to the point we can live with each other," I started and I took a sip of the beer.

"Like fairness," Harry said and I nodded.

"Like understanding," I said, after gulping down the beer.

"And communication most of all," Harry said, looking into my eyes and I nodded with a smile.

"But I'm really interested in creating my own art studio you know?" I questioned and Harry nodded.

"Remember how much I loved to draw and have dreams of creating my own fashion...I think I would like to be creative and make a studio like that," I explained, nodding and he agreed with me as well.

"You would bore Radigan and all of us about how amazing you feel when you paint, but it was actually quite fascinating for me to see that type of passion from you, love," Harry said and I smiled as he wrapped his arm over my shoulders then kissed my cheek.

"Yeah, I think I got it from my mom, but now she works in a shop and has photography as a hobbie," I said, looking around in a feeling forgetting what I said about an art studio, as I took another sip of my beer.

"Selena, you have to stop focusing on what your mum turned out to be, because you're not your mum," Harry said, getting a bit irritated and I didn't want him to be that way as I nodded my head.