"Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You" ; The 1975
You sit there on the plush couch, surrounded by darkness, holding your head in your hands. Finding the nearest candle and lighter, you light it and watch the flame as it illuminates the tears brimming in your eyes. Staring at the opened envelopes of unpaid bills scattered across the coffee table, you finally break into a fit of sadness and anger, shoving everything off the table's surface.
You don't know how your boyfriend, Luke, does it; stays calm about your shitty financial situation all of the time. He turned losing the electric in to having even more of a reason to stay close to each other, the heating just another excuse to cuddle closer together. Always saying that he'd pick up extra shifts at the bar, look for some more gigs to play, or send his music demos to more producers- even though he keeps getting rejected.
Your rage goes into over drive and you push the table out of your way. Picking up the closest, most breakable, item you hurl it across the room, only to have it shatter against the opposite wall. You rampage all over the room knocking over any- and every- thing that gets in your way. Within your wrath, you don't hear the front door open and close, you don't hear the quiet shuffles of your boyfriend's feet and then the worried stomps as he searches through the rooms to see where you are and where the loud crashes are coming from. You don't even realize that he had been calling out your name, or that some of the papers and the side of the couch caught on fire due to the candle being knocked over, until you feel the cold blast of a fire extinguisher against your body.
"Y/N! Y/N, what's wrong? Are you alright? What's happening?" Luke pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you tightly, trying to figure out the cause of this nightmare.
"It's done, we lost everything," you breath heavily into his torso, "We lost our house," he rubs you back soothingly as your sobs fill the empty silence.
"We haven't lost everything. We're still here, we still have each other," you can tell that Luke wasn't expecting the loss of your shared townhouse, or at least maybe not so suddenly. "It's alright, everything is going to be alright," Luke squeezes you tightly before lifting your head so you can look at him. "We'll figure it out. I promise," he holds up his pinky and you hook it with yours. He kisses your hand and wipes away at your smudged make-up before he leans down and kisses you softly. "Why don't we just lay down for awhile?" and you did. You and Luke folded into one another's arms on the couch and rested the rest of the night, ignoring all responsibilities just for that one moment.
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Please comment if you think I should do another lyric from this song for each of the boys. I've already done one for Ashton, it's just a matter of editing and uploading now. xx (:
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