Obsessed [h.s. au]

[16] If I Lose Myself

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 I woke up with the sun,
Thought of all of the people, places and things I've loved.
I woke up just to see
With all of the faces, you were the one next to me.

You can feel the light start to tremble,
Washing what you know out to sea.
You can see your life out of the window tonight.

If I lose myself tonight,
It'll be by your side.
I lose myself tonight...
(oh) yeah, yeah, yeah.

If I lose myself tonight,
It'll be you and I.
Lose myself tonight...
Whoooooooooo  

                                            If I Lose Myself - OneRepublic

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Bored. That's what I am. Completely bored. For the past two hours, I've been looking straight to my coulourless, plain wall. It's nice...I mean, I've been thinking about ways of decorating it. Since it's just so...boring. 

I can print some of my pictures and pin them on the wall, and I could also take some lights to put up. Maybe a lamp and-- My thoughts are being interrupted by a knock on my window. I glance at it and see Harry, standing on a tree branch begging me to let him in before he falls. I huff and head to my window. When I open it, Harry, falls-head first- on my wooden floor. "You know we have a door in the house. Don't you?"

"Don't be all sarcastic on me!" He groans. "I know you do have a door. But I like the window more. It's our thing." He smirks. I raise and eyebrow.

"We have a 'thing'?" I quote with my hands and he shrugs.

"Sure we do." 

"Whatever floats your boat."

"What were you doing? I've been ringing you all day and you never answered." He gets off the floor and sits on my bed. 

"That's because I don't have a phone." 

"And why is that?"

"I dunno. It's just didn't turn on. The screen stayed pitch black, despite what I've been doing to turn it on. It was a lost cause." 

"And what now?" He asks and joins his hands on top of his knees. His back muscles can easily been seen through the thin material of his shirt. 

"I'm getting it fixed. Then my parents will get me a new one on my birthday, 'cause this phone has been a pain in the arse since the day I got it." I flop down to bed next to him. 

"I just realised, that I don't know your birthday. When is it?" He panics and I laugh.

"Neither I know yours, by the way but it's okay. Don't panick it's not that important." I chuckle and he shakes his head.

"No it is important. Now tell me when is your birthday?" 

"It's on the second of March." I smile and look at him, to realise that he frowns.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He pouts.

"You never asked." I point out. 

"Fair enough." 

"When is yours?" I curiously ask.

"February first." He grins. 

"Woah...nice date."

"Thanks." He smiles widely and I laugh at his silliness.

"Why did you come here for?"

"To take you to the library and read poetry." He reveals with a goofy grin stretching on his face.