-H.S (H+L)

2 (Harry)*

Harry POV

“Niall, why do we even have to go?”

“Because we already accepted the invitation”

“We could just say we got stuck in traffic”

Niall stops walking and turns around. “Harry, I know you don’t want to go back to Doncaster but just do it okay. It’s only for one day okay”

I sigh “Fine”

“Plus maybe this will help you get some inspiration for your next poem book thing”

I roll my eyes “Yeah my poem book thing”

“You know what I mean”

I nod as we climb into a cab.

“Whatever happened to that other notebook you had before you left Doncaster?”

I shrug “I lost it”

I hear Niall gasp beside me. I turn and look at him “What?”

“You lost it?”

“Yes, that is what I said”

“But, but you never lose any of your books”

“I know”

The sky is a dark grey from the clouds. Just like my mood.

We get to our destination and we step out. Niall walks in front of me and I look around at all the art. It is quite impressive I must say. I walk towards the back and it turns out there is a little café. I take a seat and take out my little notebook I carry around. You never know when inspiration will come. It is a new one that does not have a title.

I lean back and close my eyes. I have not written a single poem in two months. I need to get another book out there to keep in the flow of everything. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I open my eyes. My eyes catch something-well not a something but a someone. I open my notebook before I know what I’m doing I’m writing. I stare at him as my hand moves freely on the page.

I need a picture. I reach for my phone and raise my hand. I snap the picture as he was looking straight but not at me. I set my phone down. He walks towards a table and the sun peeks through the clouds and hits his face. I gasp and then it hits me like a tidal wave.

I start jolting down the poem that comes right into my head at this very moment.

And the sun hit

Your hair

And lit a fire

In

Your eyes,

And it was then that

I realized

That not

All

Angels have

Wings

-H.S

I looked down at the poem and it was so raw. I look back up at him as he takes a sip of his cup and I get another wave of it. I saw he was standing up and throwing away his cup. I only had a little time left.

And I tried

So

Hard like winter

To

Freeze what we

Had in