As It Was...

Cherry

Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me..

Harry's POV

I saw,saw it all,the pictures of Niall and that tall Canadian guy...how couldn't i they were all over the internet..

He looked happy not that I'm complaining..he should be..but not with him.

I, I confess
I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it

His loud laugh echoed the room i was in as i watched the video of him playing on the beach with that Shawn guy.

I know it's called stalking but i just care about him it's not that I'm jealous or some sort i just don't want Niall's heart to get broken again..

He looked so pretty here..so,so pretty..
Blue eyes seemed to have gotten a bit more exquisite than before.. they're two seraphic seas i can drown myself and my sorrows in..or maybe the only sky i could fly in...

Those blue,blue eyes with hints of yellow-y green in them.. they're just as intense as the ocean after storm.. he's just so good to be true.

My eyes fell on the greenish-blue necklace i gave Niall years ago in mulingar...it was the first time i saw his hometown..he still wears it..

I then realised that i have literally been wearing all of Niall's favourite colors all these years..but does he even notice?

I notice that
There's a piece of you in how I dress
Take it as a compliment

I looked further into the device and saw how he had Niall in his arms..and how Ni blushed beet red..just how he used to with me..i indeed am jealous..with the way my breath had gotten rigid and my jaw clenched just at the mere sight of him in someone else's arms made me see red...who am i fooling...

Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me

It was just another day including of me watching all the videos of Niall..i heard how nonchalantly in his thick Irish accent he denied all those rumours about him and that bloody klutz..

He doesn't know i still talk to most of his friends and heard them tell,l how himself and that prick are all over each other..

I, I just miss
I just miss your accent and your friends
Did you know I still talk to them?

I bet that literal copy of mine wouldn't ever love him half as much as i do..

Does he take you walking 'round his parents' gallery?

but why would he even care? Afterall I'm the one who ruined it all..but curse the god's above for making me the way,I am.."selfish"...

i hate seeing you with him..is it so wrong??...

Don't you call him "baby"
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me

I hate the feeling that,that fucking feeling that's bubbling in the pit of my stomach...the feeling I'm hit by every.fucking.day,why can't he even listen to me? Why can't he even bother looking at me..?

Does he even remember the exact same way he's running on the beach with that son of a bitch he used to with me too!! Does he even fucking care.

Why do i always find myself searching for his tabs? What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I need to leave,i need to take my fucking mind of him..he can go get fucked by any man he pleases..i don't give a shit anymore..

Coucou!
Tu dors?
Oh, j'suis désolée
Bah non
Nan c'est pas important
Ouais, on était à la plage, et maintenant
Parfait, ok!

"Hello,Olivia?"I asked exhaling deeply..
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Harold is such a mess here!! Jelly though;) i love him like that...
So i guess that's all..
Please bother leaving your reviews here and sorry for the short chapter...