Sunflower Vol.6 [H.S]

twenty six

What did you mean by you've been trying hard not to talk to me anymore?
Marina Young's POV

     "I love your friends." Harry tells me. I was sat in the driver's seat of my jeep when he speaks to me about the hours spent at the studio with everybody. I was still on a high from having him in my world for the day and I would have liked to experienced that until I would be asleep for the night. But there were whispers from a certain demon that sat on my shoulder. It reminds me of a certain line of a song I didn't want to get into. "They're all like the complete opposite and it's nice. Ironically I feel like you were meant to have friends like that." He adds and I nod with a forced smile.

"Yeah they're all great." I agree before I take a soft breath of air and turn to make it to our neighborhood. There was silence throughout the car until he was the one to break it.

"Sunny." Harry delicately says my name when I finished parking in my garage and turned off the vehicle. I look over to him and I could tell he already sensed the tension coming from me. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Harry asks and it makes my stomach turn into knots, not the familiar butterflies. I frown when I look down at my lap and nod my head, ready to speak about what is bothering me. 

"Did you really write that song about me?" I hesitantly bring up and when I look at him he faintly grins with a nod. Normally that would have made me feel like I was floating and I wasn't so sure why it felt more similar to drowning.

"Yeah." He says. "Is something wrong with that?" I shake my head. 

"No." I answer. "I just was thinking about the lyrics all this time." I state and then pause when I sigh quietly. "I was just wondering about one line ... I know that they are subjective and can mean literally anything but it just makes me," I stop when I look to him. "Worried." I tell him and Harry shifts in his seat to watch me more straightforward instead of just having his head turned.

"What line?"

"What did you mean by you've been trying hard not to talk me anymore?" I pop the question and I know my intuition didn't seem so unrealistic by the way his face drops. It causes a spiral of regrets to start to flood my lungs, it makes it harder to breath. This was the part where I knew the angel wouldn't have been heard over the devil that starts to remind me what I deserved. I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want to understand it. "Harry." I say again, hoping he would speak. 

"Sunny you know I adore you, right?" Harry asks me. "You know I love you." Harry adds and I try to nod even though his questions make me weary if I was answering correctly. "Your well being means a lot to me and ... And I can tell things have been a little off." He tells me. "I know ever since the trip we've been busy and it's harder to see each other the way we use to ... I know that your friends said that you've been moping around and I hear it through the phone calls ... those little bits and pieces of sadness." Harry explains and its causes my heart to beat so quickly, I was terrified it would burst from my chest to the dashboard. "I know that it could be stress from all the work and deadlines and you want to get this album out already and it's a lot ... But I know that's not all of it."