“What do you want to talk about?” I have no idea, “Life.” What? She smiles. “Why?” Because you can’t be near him. “I don’t know, just talk.” He can’t have your attention. “I don’t know what to say.” She is smiling, good. “Let’s sit down. I love your eyes.” She looks at me. “Well, that’s the only thing that’s nice about me, but thank you.” I take her hand, and look her in the eyes. What do I say? Nothing, kiss her. No, don’t kiss her. What do I do? Talk. No, I can’t. “No, everything about you is perfect.” She looks unimpressed. Why? I have no idea. Should I kiss her? Yes. Do it. I lean in and kiss her, but she isn’t kissing back.
YOU ARE READING
You love me.
RomanceThis story is about the girls love, but I wrote it from what I assume is Harry's point of view.
