Small bites

how he fell

Pretty small.

How he fell

"I love you." he said. His words hung around the air, like a vibrating phone. Harry Styles looked at her intently, hoping she felt the same way.

"Harry," she said slowly. Her words were a soft, calm wave on his dry, sandy heart. Her whispers stole him. It felt like a million pearls filled his head, because he couldn't think, only fall deep in ecstasy. Now, all he wanted was her to reply. He stood on the cliff, one minute safe, the other hanging. Only this time, nobody else but she could help him. "Harry." She said trying to bring him back; she needed him to listen to her. He watched her, almost impatient. "Harry, I'm homosexual."

A/N:

#Repost This is a repost from a previous book that became redundant. But do tell me if you liked or not. 

Thanks for reading.

AGB