Harry Styles Preferences

<Tough Love-Jessica Ware> Part 2

A/N
I like writing this when I am exhausted. This is what the song about being exhausted over a relationship.
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H A R R Y

The sound of my suitcase behind me is the only thing I hear. The rolling sound it makes. A tired smile I wear, heading down the hallway. Jet lag has my body wade weary; like worn out sheets drying out to the breeze in a backyard. The only thing that is keeping me together are as equally beaten down clothes pin.

My bed is calling my name as I finally making to the last door on the right. I take out the keys attached to my veld through a loop. Unlocking the door I give a quiet sigh hopping my shoe off one after the other. The glittery silver shoes dance off the moonlight. Leaving my suitcase to get later and adjusting the thermostat. Counting my fingers as I convert the temperature from Fahrenheit to Celsius and to my liking.

My skin feels sticky but the debate has already been won by laziness when she catches my eyes. A medium built figure in a old beat up tee; placing my suit case beside the door the sun is rising in the horizon it was bright but not enough to light the
whole room. Walking to my angel and swat down. Meeting where her head lays on the throw pillow.

Her hair pools around her body cradling her face and I smiled tiredly. Each time I go away her face changes, I think sometimes that it's too much for her. Should I let her go? Let her find another person? Selfishness races through my head. I couldn't let her go, she is the only thing that makes me feel like home. My anchor that confirms that this is my place. Where I can say two simple words one a contraction. "I'm home." I lay on the floor and touched her hand and shut my eyes, I take a shower in the morning.