#23 Thinking of you- Katy Perry
Louis: ‘
Cause when I’m with him I am thinking of you’
You were best friends; nothing could separate you two, except maybe your new boyfriend. You found yourself thinking about Louis more often, even when you were out with Zach. Soon enough Louis got himself a girlfriend too and you just couldn’t handle it. You knew it was Louis all along. You and Zach drifted apart, a mutual decision to split, you honestly weren’t that torn up about it. As soon as you got home from your last meet with Zach, you called Louis. “Hey, can you come over so we can talk?” You whispered into the phone, trying to steady your voice.
Zayn:
‘You’re like an Indian Summer in the middle of winter, like a hard candy with a surprise center’
Zayn was a softie at heart. He put on a tough guy façade in public but as soon as he was behind closed door with you it fell and the real him came out. He continually surprised you with all the secrets he shared with you. He gradually let you chip away his rough exterior, finally exposing the kindhearted man beneath it all. That’s the man you fell in love with, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.
Liam:
‘Comparisons are easily done once you’ve had a taste of perfection’
Perfect. That’s what your relationship with Liam was. He didn’t understand why you left him though. It was an unsuspected blow to him; he really thought that you’d be around forever. He tried to move on, he really did, but no one could even come close to the perfect that the two of you were. Every girl was put up to your standards and continually failed. And that’s why he’s standing on your door half drunk at half two, begging you for another chance.
Niall:
‘He kissed my lips I taste your mouth’
You and Niall split three months ago and you were back off the market, dating a new guy. But you were still hung up on Niall. You tried everything, but every time Mark kissed you, you longed for the familiar taste of Niall. Eventually at the point where you could block out Mark and pretend it was Niall again. Words had been said, words that shouldn’t have been spoken out loud and you both found yourselves broken but too prideful to be the first to apologize and pick up the pieces. Now three months later you found yourself dialing the all too familiar number waiting with baited breath as you willed him to pick up so maybe, just maybe, you could both set aside your pride and try once more.
Harry:
‘You said move on, where do I go?’
His last request to you was that you move on and not grieve him for too long. He wanted you to find happiness again, even if it wasn’t with him. As he took his final breaths and the tears continued pouring down your face, you squeezed his hand. Begging him to come back to you. You felt his grip loosen as he slipped away and you knew he was gone. “Where do I go now?” You asked his still form. You couldn’t be happy any time soon, and your home was now haunted with all the memories you shared. “Please tell me where to go now…”
