IT SEEMS I HAVE BEEN CHASING
ANGELS FOR MY WHOLE LIFE
AND I HAVE YET TO FIND ONE.
.
when i get dressed,
i leave him sleeping on the bed.
i walk outside.
the crisp air hits my face
my eyes wander
about the landscapes
i walk through.
my bare feet hit the pavement
in a certain rhythm
i feel my ribs pulling away from my
sternum
as i pass people by.
having conversations,
laughing,
just living.
i wonder what it is like to live
without sadness?
i walk for hours
and
hours
and
hours.
i find myself outside of the city
surrounded by trees.
GLORIOUS.
it is dark
as my demons.
i feel oceans apart from louis.
the sun dipped behind the skyline
and i am able to see the
glittering stars.
this is what i missed about solidarity.
but my heart pulls for me to go back.
i miss liam
i miss zayn
i miss niall
i miss...
him.
his name seems too ominous to think.
"harry."
am i ever alone anymore?
"louis."
i don't turn towards him.
had he followed me?
had i not been paying attention?
(i hadn't)
the clear air was infiltrated with
his addictive scent.
i find my lips tingling at the memory
of
him.
i swallow my emotions
as easily i do the pills.
"you followed me?"
he is silent, but i feel him
creeping up behind me.
his warmth is at my back.
"i'll admit stalking usually isn't a problem i have to deal with."
i hear him chuckle as he sets his
chin on my shoulder.
GET
OUT
OF
HIS
GRASP
i do not move.
"i'm worried about you."
i say nothing.
"i know you feel it too."
my skin crawls.
no
no
no
no
no
i break from his grasp
"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME"
i am screaming
"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU SET MY HEAVEN
ON FIRE AND THE WORLD IS NOW
IN TECHNICOlOUR BECAUSE YOU
SHOWED UP. IT ISN'T THAT SIMPLE."
yes it is.
hold me close.
p l e a s e.
"but it is that simple,
you just won't admit it."
he takes a step toward me
and i am
shaking.
"you look so fragile"
he says,
taking another step.
"you look so broken"
another
"you look so,"
his lips hover over mine,
"beautiful"
and he kisses me.
and it feels as if though i am jumping into
a lake
in the middle of summer
into all of the warm memories i may have.
i feel tears running down my face
as my arms wrap
around
his
neck.
is it so bad
to desperately want to
feel,
when you haven't in so long?
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
