"When I see you, the world. It stops and all that exists for me, is you and my eyes staring at you. There is nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday no tomorrow. The world just stops and it's a beautiful place and there's only you. Just you. And my eyes staring at you. When you're gone, the world starts again and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It's the best thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, is why I stare you."
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The roof of his house was wet and damp, the weather was cold and breezy, and he was cute and beautiful. My hands were shoved into my pocket, as I was just there standing here, the sky was dark and cloudy, there was no sign of the moon and no one gave a shit. My heart was beating in a slow rhythm, my eyes were blood shot red. I couldn't sleep, which meant I would've started self-harm and the only person who could save me from this, and it was Harry.
So here I was, carried myself from my bed, outside his house. I walked towards the front porch, into the front yard, up to the roof. He was in his room, smelling the roses, and it melted my heart. I knocked on the window, and he looked up and grinned. He ran up to the window, opened it, I climbed inside his comforting room and turned to him. He closed the window and looked towards me. I walked closer and closer to him, and pushed him against the wall. My hands placed on either side of him, so he could not escape. He had this pale skin, blue eyes, these lips, these blood shot red eyes that he wore perfectly on his face.
"Couldn't sleep huh?" he said. It was 3:am and all I wanted to was him.
"No, can you make me sleep?"
"Sure" he said with a smirk.
He leaned in a connected his lips with mine. There was passion, desire, love, fireworks, wildness. I picked up his legs and wrapped them around my waist, as he put his arms around my neck. We made out slow, but then it got hard. Our tongues connected, he grabbed my hair. He left out small moans in between. We broke apart to breath and grinned. I pushed him on the bed and climbed on him. I started kissing his neck, as he left small soft moans. But as soon I found his sweet spot he grabbed my hair. We made out for a while but didn't go any further.
As we were done we cuddled up, as he laid on my chest and my arms around. I had this smile on my face. I can't let anyone touch my babyboy anymore, hurt him,use him. I had to protect him from the outside world. He was fragile and sweet and could fall in anyone's trap. I kissed his forehead and whispered I love you.
This is how I want life to be.
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FanfictionHarry thinks no one knows about his abusive and broken life.........but he does not know about the young boy looking through his rooms window ledge everyday....