Oblivion // h.s

B A B E

K I A R A

All this is very new. Being with Harry has made me become someone different. Though I'm happy with him I have many trust issues. With that being said, people may say I'm just letting "love" blind me. What they don't know is I have always had my third eye open. My mind wanders different meanings to each kind, caring, & loving word that has fell from his lips.

I will never know his true intentions. Theres just this deep gut feeling he's my everything.. and something thats forever. You know? People think we can't do it. People think it won't last. I feel like asking the question "You think being with him was the right thing?" Or "Do you think we'll last.. till the end?" just only fucks you up. Why ask a question when you already know the answer you want.. but you already know the answer you'll get?

Shit like that just confuses me. I believe to just live in the moment because life is about living.. not thinking. Then again, thats all I have ever done. Just think and think. Never have I ever started living till the green eyed boy taught me something about it.

All of this is scaring me. One of the main reasons why I wanted to grow old on my own. I was never scared of dying alone. Just the thought of living by myself scared me.

"Hey baby," A voice interrupted my thoughts. I look up to see Harry walking over to my bed. "Heey," a smile crept its way onto my face. "You smell nice," he lays his head on my stomach. A giggle escapes from my mouth, "Whats wrong with you?" My hand naturally starts to play with his hair.

"Niall wanted to write some songs on his own." He sighs. I'm so proud of him getting over himself and starting the band back up. "I was thinking.." my voice trailing off. "Hmm?" He hums looking up at me. "Maybe we could write a song?" And his eyes go wide like a kid getting a new toy. "Shut up!" His British accent clearly shown. Which makes butterflies appear in my stomach. "You'll sing it too?!" He questions smiling crazily.

"Depends.." I stare at him. "On?" He smirks. "You cook dinner for the rest of the month?" I wink kissing his cheek. "Your crazy, I already cooked for you last month." He chuckles deeply. I shrug innocently imagining a halo above my head.

"I feel like you purposely do these smalls bets so I have to cook for you." He cocks his head to the side. I mirror his movement, "And you may never know." Regretting I had said that. He immediately hovers over me and tickles me while I scream stop and let me go.

But this entire moment I lived it without thinking to hard. This entire moment I let it consume me. For the rest of my life, I decide to live and stop letting my fears of everything catch up to me.