Harry ||
I feet Louis' petite body against mine as we just stand in each other's arms in the hallways, enjoying the familiarity. His cheeks pressing against my chest while I rest my head in the crook of his neck, not wanting this moment to end. I don't think I could ever let him go. A small piece of my heart will always yearn for him. Just like they always say, the hardest part of growing up is letting go of something you're used to. I'm always used to the type of love we share but I seek a new adventure with Niall.
Thoughts
Swirl
In
My
Head.
Voices
Whisper
Things
In
My
Ear.
Who will I continue to love and whose heart will I have to break?
Someone from our management pulls us apart and shoves us forcefully down the hall to the interview where I'm seated away from both Niall and Louis and next to Zayn. Niall and Louis look so awkward as they're seated next to each other with one looking around and the other with their hands in their laps. I try my best to focus on the interviewer as she tugs her short, black dress further down to reveal some cleavage. Her voice purrs as she begins to ask the same question.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?"
Why is it that no one has ever asked if I had a boyfriend instead of assuming that they know I'm straight. Is the world so blind where they can't simply ask someone if they're in a relationship? My fists clench as I look into her eyes and answer with a quick no, satisfying her. If only she knew that my answer didn't mean I was single, because I'm already taken.
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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.
