𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍, ʰᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵗʸˡᵉˢ

• 𝟏𝟔 - 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑎

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it was the day after the argument with harry, and i felt an overwhelming emptiness consuming me. the bed, once warm and comforting, now felt vast and cold without his presence.

i didn't wake up with his arms wrapped around my waist, nor did i hear the soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing that always served as a lullaby to my restless nights.

the room seemed quieter, as if the walls themselves missed the comfort of his presence. i missed the way he would unconsciously pull me closer in his sleep, seeking warmth and reassurance even in his dreams.

i used to admire him when he slept. in those quiet moments, i could trace the contours of his face with my eyes, noting how peaceful and serene he looked.

the lines of worry and stress, which were his constant companions during the day, would smooth out, leaving behind a boyish innocence that was so endearing.

his eyelashes would cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips would sometimes curl into a slight smile, hinting at sweet dreams.

it was a vulnerable, tender side of him that the world rarely saw, and i cherished it deeply.

but when harry woke up, the softness faded, and he was thrust back into the harsh reality of the music industry.

the peaceful aura of the morning would be replaced by the burdens and demands that came with his career.

rhe music industry, for all its glamour and allure, could be incredibly cruel and unforgiving. i could see the toll it took on him—each meeting, each recording session, each performance added another layer of stress and fatigue.

the weight of expectations, the relentless scrutiny of the public eye, and the ceaseless quest for perfection were like chains that bound him, draining the joy from something he once loved so passionately.

as i layed there, staring at the ceiling, i couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss. not just for the physical absence of his embrace, but for the emotional distance that our argument had created.

the memories of our nights together, his peaceful slumber, and the tender moments we shared now felt like distant echoes.

the emptiness was palpable, and i was left to grapple with the void that had replaced the warmth and love i knew.

my phone went off, and a wave of unexpected joy washed over me as i saw harry's name flash on the screen.

despite the lingering tension from our argument less than 24 hours ago, i couldn't help but smile at the sight of his message.

it was a small gesture, but it felt like a beacon of hope, a sign that perhaps he, too, felt the emptiness and was reaching out to bridge the gap between us.