《Ephemeral : temporary》
Krystal Ramirez arranges the most perfect conspiracy theories just to meet him. Him is Harry Styles simply Krystal's one and only.
One Direction has been Krystal's everything as long as she can remember. 'It's not I love th...
Hallo! Would you kindly check out my One Shots Book Astounding! Please! It really took time to write those chapters so yeah!
Is it shocking that I didn't put out a direct message this is THE LAST CHAPTER? hmmm too bad 😏😏
Cause it might not be 😏😊😜✌
Krystal P.O.V
I woke to the shimmering light my hands roaming the side where I knew Harry should be but I didn't feel his body. I fluttering my eyes open to see that indeed I was alone in bed.
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I smiled rewinding yesterday's events, we danced like crazy drunk teens while Harry cooked his delicious recipe. I got up the blanket sliding down my shoulder reviling the bra and underwear I pulled on before sleeping.
I flipped my hair to the side, turning around to get out of bed to see..... Harry. He was sat on a chair a smile on his lips.
"You scared me, for how long have I been a sleep?" I asked.
"Not long it's only eight. I've been waiting for you to wake up beautiful," he said.
I smiled turning to fully face him. I only slept for four hours. He raised his forefinger, telling me that he wants to show me something.
He pulled a guitar from beside him adjusting it, "remember when you wanted us to write a song and I told you I... " he started, I nodded eagerly telling him I remember fully.
"Well, this is it..... I wrote it for you. I tried okay, they'll probably change the melody and a lot of other stuff... I just want you to hear it," he said. I grinned nodding telling him to start.
"I wanna write you a song One as beautiful as you're sweet With just a hit of the pain that I get when you're gone. I wanna write you a song..
I got up from the bed as he finished feeling the jiggling legs still present, nevertheless, walking the short distance to him. He placed the guitar down, looking at me.
I stranded his thighs setting my legs on either sides of him, "that was beautiful Harry, you're really talented. God!" I couldn't, so I hugged him.
I felt his mouth twitch upwards in a smile, "the whole band is going to sing this? Do I even have to list the feels this song will give everyone?" I said letting go. He chuckled moving a loose hair strand. Both my hands rested comfortably on his naked chest.
"Are you ever going to tell me about your first crush, I told you about mine it's only fair," he said
We talked a lot yesterday about our first times in alot of stuff, and childhood memories. Something I now regret because he doesn't want to let it go.
