APOLOGY
The next couple of days were hard for me.
It looks like Harry has moved on.
Or is trying to.
He always looks unhappy.
An he's always with this girl.
With a face full of make up.
Too much in my opinion.
And her clothes are well,
too small in my opinion.
But hey, maybe she's nice.
I walked over to Harry's.
The girl's car wasn't there.
I knocked on the door, and Gemma answered.
She talked to me.
I gave short replies.
She told me Harry was in his room.
I walked up the stairs and went to his room.
His door was barely open.
He was singing.
He then paused.
He then scribbled on paper.
He sang some more.
Before he could do anything else I knocked on his door.
He looked up at me.
He motioned me in.
I walked in and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry about the other day," I whispered.
He comforted and told me it was okay.
Which was a lie.
He held me.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
I looked into his eyes.
He looked into mine.
He kissed me.
And I couldn't help but smile.
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A/N - hope you guys enjoy.
-xo natalie
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Short Story"Why do you even like me?" I whispered barely audible. "Because you're different, and I like different," He answered. Different | Harry Styles © 2015 | all rights reserved. @njhvibes
