Tears

Chapter two

Two weeks after my insistent I got to go home. To my real home. I go up stairs and onto the computer. Searching images of Harry styles. I have always dreamed of him singing to me. His voice is just so raspy and perfect.

I feel like I have no energy. I want to get up and dance but I can't. My body doesn't move like how it used to.

I try to find the perfect picture of harry, even though all of them are perfect. I find a good picture an print it out.

One directions music is my escape from life.

I wish I was as perfect as they are.

I print out the picture of Harry that I like, his hair is perfectly gelled and his lips are irresistible.

I get up and try to move a little dance to come on' come on' by one direction. I find my self belting out lyrics to little things and Harry's part gives me tingles in my hands and butterfly's in my tummy