I sat on my bed wearing Harry's hoodie, I haven't stopped crying. My mom has been in here a few times, trying to get me to come down stairs or, eat or do something, but I just sit here. I don't know when I stop crying but I know it's pitch dark in my room, and my phone is buzzing. Harry is calling. I wipe under my eyes before answering.
"Hey Harry"
I do my best to sound normal like I haven't been crying for God knows how long.
"Have you been crying?"
"No," I say a little too defensively
He sighs, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
It's silent for a few minutes. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing.
"It's late. You need to go to bed baby."
I don't say anything, I don't want to hang up. I wish he was here.
He sighs again, "I'll tell you what, you lay down, and close your eyes and I won't hang up until you fall asleep."
"Alright"
I lay back on my bed letting the blankets and pillows drown me.
"Hey Harry?"
"Hmm."
"I love you,"
"I love you too baby, so much."
I just laid in my bed, listening to Harry softly sing to himself,
"What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
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I Won't Give Up
Fanfiction[THIRD PERSON'S POV] They both knew it could NEVER work. She was his best friends little sister. He was her brothers best friend. They couldn't help how they felt. They couldn't deny it. But she was 17, that's not really that much of a difference...