One Shots

Who are you

who are you _ fifth harmony

It was like a dream, he showed up with a bouquet of flowers behind his back and I cooed at the sight. We went out on our date and it felt like a dream, like walking on a cloud while happiness raced through my body. My mind was filled with nothing but him and when he didn't reply to my texts the day after I felt incredibly stupid.

When I woke up the next morning I saw him again and the world regained its color that it lost the previous day. We talked the hours away and the bubbly feeling from Monday that I got during our date returned. I snuggled closer to him and he whispered in my ear as we watched the sun set; "The world is ours, babe."

The sunrise woke me up again and when it was time for dinner, I didn't even have a message from him. I didn't expect a call from him, but he sure didn't back his words up from the previous evening. How could the world be ours if there never was an us? Later that evening my screen lit up and we talked again, but his answers were rushed and short. I closed my eyes at the promise of meeting up the following day.

He stayed true at his words and we went out for dinner, my heart wavered because of all the mixed signs I was getting, but at the end of the day, we fell back in love. I thought the weekend would be awesome, but we didn't talk Saturday and a day later he said you needed space.

"Do you miss me?" I asked my phone as I saw the text message, "Or am I crazy?" Maybe I was loosing hold of his love. Though it was heartbreaking I couldn't handle it anymore. Either he wanted me, or he doesn't. But, I needed to know, so I called him up.

When he answered I bluntly asked him, "Who are you today? Will you be the sun or the pouring rain? Who are you tomorrow? Will you make me smile or just bring me sorrow? Who are you gonna be when I'm lost and I'm scared? Who are you gonna be when there's nobody there?" My voice quietened down a bit and I whispered the following part into the microphone of my cell, "Who are you, today, 'cause I, am still, the same."

He promised me that he'd be there for me, he'd be my sun and he'd make me smile. I trusted him and all seemed well 'cause by Monday he had my heart, but Tuesday we wound up in a fight, both screaming at each other. We made up and we were stuck like glue on Wednesday, and the following day he told me he didn't mean the words he had said. I couldn't handle it anymore so by Friday I shook it all off, Saturday he got everything wrong and my reply on Sunday was much like the one he gave before.

"I need space"

How do I know that he miss me, or am I just going crazy? Either he wanted me or he not, but I needed to know. I was tempted to call him again and asking the same questions I did before; "Who are you today?"

It's so strange how the same pain that made it feel so right gave me so much pain, how his face that I love so much... So much that it hurt me. Where would our relationship go? I needed to know... If he'd be there when nobody would be. Because I didn't know who he would be today or tomorrow, but I was and would always be the same.

~F