Burnt Sienna ➳ Harry Styles

six.

"Harry can I ask you something?" I said chewing on the piece inside my mouth, he hummed as he was taking a bit from his slice of pizza, "What did you mean that day? I mean how are you going to give me more reality and how am I supposed to teach you how to dream?"

It took him a couple of moment of silence, that I thought he won't respond before he talked, "Teach me how you dream, how you see life, how you can make up your own reality and be optimistic about things, and I'll teach you how to live, how to have a thousand memory, how life is filled with pain, how it's not fun to not have the ability to think about things out of your hand, how you can't imagine the things out of your hand to ever be for you."

"That sounds deep." I said, he chuckled, "But you know, you didn't need me to teach you how to dream, house need to read stories, that would help."

"No, you didn't understand my point," He shook his head, I frowned, "I want to know how to dream and be optimistic about life like, I'd like to see myself out of reality for a while, my life forces me to not look forward, I'm only of capable of looking under my feet." He said, I frowned more, "Everybody around me expects something from me, for example, my parents expect me to get the highest degrees in collage not wondering if this is the life I want."

"My parents are ashamed of my low degrees because I spend too much time entertaining myself with things other than studying."

"My friends expect me to show up with a new girl everyday and be that popular player around the school, and I don't even know how to be nice around girls but that's why they like me."

"My friends feel bad for me because I never actually got into a relationship with anybody because I don't know how to act around boys, they always take me as their sister or brother to be more specific, because I'm way too lame to date anybody."

"Because I look like that too mysterious, like that hot boy every girl wants and I don't want to have that image, if I could I would become a nerd or a bookworm but that's not me either, I don't want the attention, all I want is to stop being known for being that jerk, I just want more dreams than reality."

"Because I look too humble and like that pretty girl that would take your eyes for a couple of seconds before she starts talking, all I want is to be confident, not to sound stupid, drag all the attention with my strong words and stop being over dramatic about everything, I don't want to have the image of the girl you keep in your friend zone, I just need more reality than dreams."