Chapter 8
Harry's POV
I was so glad that everything was good with Rylee. A. K. A the girl I was madly in love with, I thought. I shook it off. I was walking towards Rylee's room when I heard the sound of a guitar come out of it. What.... she never told me she played the guitar? I leaned against the door and listened to whatever she was playing. She started singing. Dang, she could sing.
I found god at the corner of first and Amistad, where the west was all but one
all alone smoking his last cigarette
I said where you been, he said ask anything
Where were you? When everything was falling apart, all my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang and all I needed was a call, that never came, to the corner of first and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found, lying on the floor
Surrounded, Surrounded
Why'd you have to wait, where were you, where were you
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
In the end, everyone ends up alone, losing her, the only one whos ever known
Who I am, who I'm not, and who i wanna be, No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and in secure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait, where were you, where were you just a little late
You found me, you found me
Early mornings, city breaks,
I've been calling for years and years and years and years, and you never left me no messages
you never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, where were you, where were you
Lost and insecure, you found me you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait, where were you, where were you
Just a little late, you found me, you found me
Why'd you have to wait, To find me, To find me
She stopped strumming at the end of the song, and stopped singing. She put the guitar down and sighed. I started to clap. She jumped a little and turned around. I looked at her and she looked angry. What did I do now?
Hola peeps, sorry this is up late. Yeah theres this thing called procrastinating and I used it. Also it was a pain to write the lyrics. Last time I checked I had 79 reads! This is just too nice of you guys to do this. Anyways... toodles!
- Ry
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Half a Heart - a Harry Styles fanfiction
FanfictionRylee Foster. Used to be best friends with the one and only Harry Styles. Key word 'used'. She hates his guts because he forgot all about her. So when they see each other again, will a tragic incident pull them together, or farther apart ?
