you make me not wanna die [eighteen]

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"how was work today love?"

i crawl into joshua's arms.

"hey hey, are you okay?"

i shake my head against his chest.

"why? what happened?"

"i saw the lady again and she just makes me feel so insecure."

"what lady?"

"the lady that said we have wifes."

"oh tyler."

"plus she said harry styles has bad music."

"oh my god. she didn't."

"she did."

"you can't listen to someone who thinks harry has bad music."

he puts his hand on my face and wipes my tears.

"don't worry, darling, everything will be okay."

i stare at his face. his beautiful eyes. and his beautiful hair.

"i like sitting here," i smile at him.

"what on my lap?"

"mhm, it's so nice here."

"i bet."

i wrap my arms around his neck and kiss it.

"you make me not wanna die," i whisper in his ear.

he kisses my neck and holds me tighter.

"i'm glad i can do that for you, babe."

"i'm so happy you're in my life."

"you make me want to stay alive and i'm happy you're in my life too," he says, but there's an edge to his voice.

"are you okay?"

"are you, honey?"

"why wouldn't i be?" i let go and lean back a little. 

our faces meeting again.

"i just want to make sure...  you're okay. you have a bad day at work and you're cuddling and crying a little bit and complimenting me. let me do that for you."

"you do everyday."

"you say that like i mind. babe, i love you. i love complimenting your pretty face. and your big heart."

i wipe my tears off my face. he grabs my hand and kisses it.

"understand?"

i nod, "yeah."

"okay."

"okay."

"so," he picks me up and carries me to the dining room. "what, my special, do you want for dinner?"




a/n: 

happy monday my frens

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