"Put your head against my life
What do you hear
A million words just trying to make
The love song of the year
Close your eyes but don't forget
What you have heard
A man who's trying to say three words
The words that make me scare"
I sang into Zoey's ear as she fell asleep, and meant every word of the song. I wanted to hold her, and I wanted to make her feel loved, it scared me. It scared me to think she might reject me, or that there is most likely someone better for her than me out there, and I'm just standing in the way.
"A million love songs later,
And here I am trying to tell you that I care
A million love songs later, and here I am, here I am
A million love songs later, and here I am.
Looking to the future now
This is what I see
A million chances pass me by
A million chances to hold you
Take me back, take me back
To where I used to be
And hide away from all my truths
Through the light I see
A million love songs later,
And here I am trying to tell you that I care
A million love songs later, and here I am,
Just for you girl
A million love songs later, here I am.
Feel for you babe, feel for you baby
A million love songs later
And here I…………. here I am."
I finished the song, running my fingers through her soft hair while listening to her even, slow breathing. She looked so peaceful sleeping there in my arms. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I ever let her go. All of the lies about her had me blind, and I wish I could take back everything that ever happened.
Zoey's P.O.V
I pretended to be asleep while Harry sang to me. It was so familiar, yet so foreign. He used to sing me to sleep when I stayed over at his house, when I was ten. Even when we were fourteen he sang to me, but things changed so drastically, and I can't really remember how I felt about him all those years ago. I know I always loved him, but was it more than a friend? I guess being ten years old no one really believed we could be in love, and maybe we weren't.. but I knew I loved him.
He was always my escape. I went to him when I needed someone's shoulder to cry on. I used to trust him, and he came back after all of those years, and he's apologized and barged into my life once again. I don't know why I forgave him so quickly. I have no idea why I don't blame him for what he put me through, or what his friends put me through. I lived in hell for eight years, and four of those years, Harry had added to the stress and struggle.
Harry's breathing had evened out, and I knew he was asleep. I turned over from our current position of him spooning me from behind, and faced him. I rested my small hand on his broad chest, and stared at his perfect face. I remember years ago when I'd do this all night long. He was just so intriguing to me for some reason.
His eyelashes were fluttering while he was dreaming of something, and his lips were slightly parted, his breath hitting my own lips in thick waves. His brow was furrowed, and I pushed my thumb across the lines, smoothing them out so he looked peaceful once again.
"Harry?" I asked in a low voice, in case he was still awake. There was no answer and I figured I should probably get some sleep too, even though I had slept all day, for three days.
I fell into a deep sleep, avoiding all of the nightmares that usually haunt me, with my cheek pressed against Harry's firm chest and his large arms draped around my body, comforting me in more ways than one.
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Lost
FanfictionZoey was always the nerd. Harry was the player. He bullied her verbally, but his best mate, Sean, bullied her physically almost every day of her high-school career. Zoey was fourteen when all of this started, and when Harry left and became famous tw...
