Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

22.

01.06.15.

Baby, hold me in your arms like you did

last night.

Because it has been stuck in my head,

all day, all night,

that little part of that little melody, lyrics ringing in my ears

and I got a little desperate of it because

last night he held the pillow, not

me

but at least he slept here, at home again

even though he had to go

and

he will be holding a guitar until deep into the night

because it's partytime at his footie-job, so he has to sing songs

as I, and his other admirers,

listen carefully.

Only I would be the one, though, to kiss his forehead and carry him home.

I miss these nights, the peaceful ones, in which he's tired and doesn't want to fight me

as much as usual,

so, gladly, I'll carry him up the stairs and tuck him in

while I watch him sleeping deeply

'till the sun breaks above the

horizon.

Greetings,

H.T.

a/n: (Afire Love - Ed Sheeran)