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I'll follow you down to where forever lies, without a doubt I'm on your side
"You know..." A soft breath falls from Harry's lip, the hot air fanning out over my face since we're facing each other in the dark. The light has yet to break through the curtain and light up the room. "I watched you from afar for months," he finishes his sentence, tongue coming out to wet his lips and it brushes over mine.
We've been laying here awake in silence for at least thirty minutes, not wanting to bother the other person.
I'm quiet, analysing his words before opening my mouth to reply, "What?" I breathe, eyes still shut as I lean forward to rest my forehead against his, feeling the way it creases below mine.
Niall did tell me early on that Harry was in Paris. I had always figured that if he saw me, that was the moment he'd take me. Not stand aside and watch me from afar. It seems I was wrong.
The silence fills the air around us once more, the air growing thick as I move to turn onto my back, staring up at the dark ceiling, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. The past few nights my dreams quickly took dark turns into nightmares, nightmares of me running from Harry. I would wake up grasping onto my chest and jump back from Harry who was always sleeping soundly next to me.
I never wake him.
I used to look at Harry and when I lay my head down at night he was what my dreams are made of, now he's what my nightmares are made of.
I know that the only thing that will heal me is time and talking, except I don't want to talk. I can see the guilt on his face every time he catches sight of the angry, red scars on my chest. It weighs on him and creates dark circles under her eyes and permanent creases of pain on his forehead. The light in his eyes always fades away.
I know not everyone will understand why I forgave him as quickly as I did and that's okay. I know for a fact that Niall is upset with me and so is Zayn. I see the look I get from him whenever he looks at me. Apparently, Zayn has also been giving Harry the silent treatment. He's replying to my texts though.
I hear Harry cough and realise that anything he has just said went into one ear and out the other, I was too lost in my own head and my thoughts.
"What?" I breathe, eyes peeling open and I can hear the sound of the birds outside the window, the sun starting to peek through the curtains to cast a warm glow on the bed to light up Harry's features.
His eyes are on my chest. His sad eyes. They're so sad.
So, I place my finger under his chin and force him to look up at me, offering the man a soft smile. "Why did you watch me from afar?" I question.
"The first few times were because I couldn't believe I had found you. I guess I just wanted to savour the moment for a while," he sighs, eyes meeting mine, "I couldn't believe that you had dyed your hair black. I saw you with that guy..." he scrunches his nose up a bit in distaste, "Blaise," he gags, "what a fucking pretentious name, honestly."
