HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW
I stood up quickly, pushing my chair behind me. I scampered to the kitchen and dropped my plate in the sink with a clang of hitting forks and knives. My recently swallowed food swished around in my stomach adding to the sickening feeling that was making its way up my throat. As I stormed away I heard someone's footsteps follow after me.
'Was she really that oblivious to the fact that I'm still in love with her?'
'No she has to already know, we almost kissed. And ... and she said she missed me'
'But now Niall is in the picture'
'She clearly likes Niall'
'They've probably already kissed'
As I thought the last one, I could've sworn steam would pour out of my ears. Next thing I knew, I was curled up on the couch, salty tears escaping my eyes, with Louis humming "Forever Young" in my ear and running his fingers through my thick curls. I gasped as more tears rolled over my cheeks and I realized that this is all my fault. People say we're living the dream. And this is some dream. But it's not my dream. My dream consists of a Smiling Hannah. Yeah as in the blonde haired girl who would never do anything crazy. The one without tattoos and piercings. The one I fell in love with. Despite the different look, I still love her, I still see her in my dreams. She still manages to make me feel like my sole purpose in life is to make her smile bigger than anyone else ever could. I miss the girl who was the puzzle I put back together. I miss the girl I fell in love with.
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Running Through the Dark
FanfictionA girl can only take so much hatred before she breaks. Even when you have people telling you other wise, that one dark voice in your head is constantly telling you how messed up you really are. And being the sensitive girl I am. I believed it. So I...
