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Love.

It's such a small word, with a huge meaning. I never really understood the meaning of it before today. It used to be, for me, some kind of cliché thing that you can only see in the movies, with the full on dramatic and romantic stuff.

But now I picture Love as chain locking whatever story there is between two people, making it inaccessible for others.

Because it's unique. You can't see it, you can't touch it, you can't smell it, but you can feel it. Love is when you know you can be true to yourself with the other person, when you know they are the missing half of you.

Honesty, fidelity and care are the most important things for me. I've never been in love before because no one could respect those simple words. No one cares about feelings, all they want, all I wanted, is sex. Who stays faithful these days? I don't go a day without hearing the story of some girl being cheated on by her boyfriend. That involves honesty too. What's the point of being in a relationship and make the other person feel like you actually care, if you go share those personal feelings with someone else?

That's complete and utter bullshit. Now you understand why I've never let a guy enter my life this way before.

The thing with Harry is that he actually fills and respects each of one these important things. When something bugs him or when he doesn't feel good, he always tells me. Since we've been together, he never flirted or acted too nicely with some other girl, and I do the same about boys. Every day he makes sure I'm alright, calls me or texts me every morning when we're not together, just to put a smile on my face. He holds me in his arms when I feel down and always finds the right words to give me the energy I need to go through the day. 

He makes me feel all of those butterflies, fireworks and sparkles they describe in books and movie every time we touch or we kiss, and I just love it. He has that addicting aura around him that I can't get enough of of and I can't imagine myself without it anymore. I want him, I need him in every possible way. 

As unexpectedly as it is, I'm in love with him. From all the models, athletes and heirs, it is the awkward idiot, yet breathtakingly beautiful man, that stole my heart.

"Guys" Luke's voice takes me out of my pink cloud and brings me back to earth. I notice I've been staring at my cup of coffee for the past five minute with a idiotic grin on my face and I blush a little. I hope none of them has noticed, but by the look Amanda is giving me, she has indeed noticed. 

"What?" Harry looks up from his phone and gives Lucas an uninterested look. This last one has an angry scowl on his face and is staring at something behind Harry and I's bench. I frown and turn my head to see whatever Luke's staring at and my eyes widen when I notice a particular person waiting in line. I turn my head back immediately to prevent any eye contact with that person and my eyes lend on Amanda's confused ones.

"Look subtly behind you" Lucas whispers. Harry and Liam give him a weird look and they both try to spot what my best friend is showing. When they see him, Harry's face contort in anger while Liam pales drastically. 

"What are you all looking at? I can't see from my seat!" Amanda whines and we all snap our head in her direction, shushing her simultaneity. She jumps at our sudden reaction, then crosses her arms on her chest, sighing.

"What is he doing here?" Liam whispers, eyes still locked on the tall frame waiting in line.

"He's supposed to leave tonight, he probably came here to get some breakfast." Lucas explains and Harry turns around, grumbling insults.

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