Guys this one is very personal to me, as I am this way. Please be considerate and extra respectful. If this upsets anyone, please don't read it, and if you want to talk about this or how you are suffering, I am always here for you guys. <3
All the Love- H&N
You were on the couch, watching tv. Well commercials at least. Harry walked in, standing in front of the TV," Hey Naya, want to go out today? We can go to random places that we find and buy random things." Harry said hopefully, smiling, exposing his dimples.
"I don't know Harry, I really want to stay here..." You trailed off, looking at the carpet.
"Oh c'mon Nay, it'll be fun, please?" Harry begged.
You looked up at Harry, him giving you the puppy dog face and those cute eyes he does when he wants something, kind of like a child.
"Okay Harry, but what time will we be getting back?" You eagerly asked.
"Um, idk, it's 11am now, maybe not until 3 or 4?" He said. "Why, is there something you need to be home for?" He curiously asked.
"Noo just curious.." You responded, hoping he wouldn't interrogate you anymore.
"Okay Nay, well I'm already ready to go, so whenever you're ready just come and get me, okay?"
"Okay Harry." You said, your smile disappearing when you turned your back to him, slowly trudging towards the stairs.
Why did I agree to this? This is such a bad idea.
I could just tell him. No, no I can't, he wouldn't know how to react, he'd flip out, and he'd break up with me. I'm a freak, there's too much going on in my life, everything.
Well I could just say you don't want to go. No, no I can't that would upset him, although I really want to.
I wish I could just tell Harry, but I don't even understand this, I don't like to think about this although this is all that's on my mind and no matter how hard I try I can't get it off my mind.
I wish I never had to deal with this, I never had to worry. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to just stay in my room forever. My life is misery.
You had always deep thoughts and complicated plans in your head.
You wish you were never like this, but sadly as far as you knew there was no way out.
You constantly cried almost at least once a week.
You were a train wreck, and you hated it.
The pain was too much and often you wished, you pleaded there was a way to stop this all, get rid of it.
You entered your room and wore a black tank top, black leggings and your long black uggs, your usual attire. You also put on deodorant and your You and I perfume along with your black beaded chocker and your "brass knuckles". Same thing you did everyday.
My life is literally a routine, I do the same thing everyday. Not like I could ever stop though, plus I like it as a routine. You thought, sighing to yourself. You knew you had a problem, but it was hopeless, there was nothing you could do.
You then went into the bathroom, numb to your feelings, emotions and thoughts, and brushed your teeth.
You then went and grabbed your phone, pulling it from the charger, and you got your jacket.
