adore - tomlinson

chapter two

ivy.

she liked coffee, she liked the smell of the rusty pipes of the cafe that hung over our heads and she loved the warm tickle of hot black caffeine running past her lips. each day she came, and each day i waited and watched her.

two days ago, she saw me looking, she blushed and scooted around in her seat, her fragile fingers feathering her ponytail. i blushed a little too, but i kept looking. i wasn't afraid of this, like she was, i wasn't afraid of adoring a girl i barely knew.

ivy liked me, too. she adored me.

yesterday, i saw her looking, right at me. this time i finally looked away, smiling. she was smiling, too. she walked right over, right over to me. i felt like laughing, so i did, and i said "hi". she waved at me, and she even sat down across from me. i pressed my chest into the table a little, and my fingers clung on to my teacup.

i wanted to talk to ivy, but i was shy.

talking to ivy was beautiful and frustrating, it was perfect.

she asked me what my favorite songs were, and she treated me like i was special. i felt pretty special, i guess, too.

today, ivy smelled like clean laundry and something warm and close, something sweet.

today, ivy wore a sweater, it was black and it made her skin look like porcelain and her eyes bold, bright and cheerful.

today, ivy didn't look happy, she wasn't bright or cheerful.

today, ivy was frowning.

today, ivy was sad. and, that made me a little sad too.

today, i learned how much i loved to say her name.

today, ivy spoke to me like i was a friend, she didn't treat me like that boy she thought was going to hurt her and take her purse. ivy wasn't afraid of me anymore, she was afraid of someone else. he was something that was hidden deep inside her, something that made her sad today. he made her sad a lot, she told me.

he was called depression. depression wasn't nice at all to ivy, and i didn't like depression one bit.

today, i learned to hate.

today, i learned to hate depression.

but, today, i made ivy smile. i told her about how i looked at her everyday. i even told her that i absolutely adored her. but ivy didn't say anything, she just kind of smiled. i felt okay though, since depression made it hard to smile. i scared away depression a little for the while.

ivy even let me hold her hand.

her skin was cold but i warmed it up.

today, the word adore didn't just mean how much i loved ivy, it meant how much i cared about ivy. i wanted depression to leave her alone, i wanted him to get out of her heart and leave her alone. i wanted to be the only one in her heart, i wanted to make sure she was okay.

but the day after, ivy didn't come to the cafe.

there was no clean laundry and something warm.

there was no porcelain skin and baby blue eyes.

there was only him, depression.

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okay so like i love this

ivy is like precious

and louis

hes just adorable

omfg i made a pun

okay bye

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