Harry ||
Niall secretly rubbed his thumb over the veins on my hand that were very prominent right now because of my conflicted mind and the troubles I had caused myself. Most of the time, I was so bright and full of energy and it was always mostly because of Louis; but now as I slowly fell for a more deeper shade of blue eyes, there were was no light source or the bright Harry everyone's come to know. It was just me, my empty heart, and my unforgiving thoughts. The butterflies in my stomach slowly began to revive as I felt his hand rest on my thigh now and as much as I needed
to push it away, I didn't.
I let him keep his hand there as he leaned over to whisper some words in my ear that just made my heart stop because of the deepness in it, "Perfection," he slowly whispered as his words hung in the air like the smoke that came from cigarettes.
He always said to that to me whenever he had the chance. No, we didn't do anything that would be considered cheating because Niall was just too kind and didn't want to betray Louis in any shape and form, but it didn't stop us from hanging out with each other and falling more in love each and every day.
"Yes it is," I whispered back to him and I wondered if he would ever find out that I was talking about him instead of agreeing with him about the color of the sky.
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jail cell // l.t.
FanfictionI've always found jail cells so addicting. Maybe it's the way they're so cold and empty like my heart. There is no life to it, just like us. We're not alive, we are already dead. And only a jail cell brings an accurate symbolism.
