Silent Cries H.S {AU}

Chapter 19

“Maybe if we can use the darkness, the torment, the shambles of our hearts and our heads, and turn it into something beautiful, poetry, music, artwork. Then maybe it won’t be so bad.”

                                        -A.K

Harry set his head on my shoulder, looking down at the notebook in my hands, an empty sheet under my pen.

“Why do I have to do this, again?” I asked softly, turning to him.

Harry kissed my throat and rubbed my arms. “I want you to get everything bad in here," He tapped on my temple. “Here.” His fingers drifted down my arms to tap on the notebook. “So you won’t hurt yourself anymore.”

I sighed and leaned back into him. “I don’t know what you want me to write though.”

His shoulders shifted up and down. “Whatever you want. Get everything out.”

I groaned and tossed the notebook off to the side. “Writing makes my wrist muscles hurt.” Harry chuckled at me.

“Probably because you type everything.” I rolled my eyes in return to his remark and sighed, pushing Harry back so I could crawl up and lay on his chest, pressing my ear to his chest so I could hear his strong heartbeat.

I sighed and closed my eyes, smiling slightly as the sound comforted me sweetly. His presence was enough, but the heavy thumping was my personal heaven.

“I sing, I sing it out loud. No one, no one ever hears. The wind is blowing, I keep walking, nothing stops. No one knows. Will you, will you ever come? This day is different. It is. The sky is clear. Those clouds just vanished. This time is different. Blank papers. I want to understand. I want to feel, really feel. Lyrics. Sound.” I stopped and looked up at Harry, finding his emerald eyes trained on me. “You are the song.” I whispered.

A slow grin danced to his lips, a soft chuckled echoing in his chest. “Another one of your James Andrew Crosby poems?” I shook my head.

“It’s by-” I paused. “It’s… I think I forgot.” He chuckled.

“The poetry whiz doesn’t know an author?! Someone call an ambulance.” I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest, fighting a smile as he laughed.

“Fuck off, will you?”

“Sorry love, I don’t like orders.”

I shook my head and set my chin on his chest, gazing up at him, the beautiful boy I’d stumbled across. He looked down at me, smiling as our gazes locked, causing me to involuntarily do the same. “You are my song.” He softly whispered, and my heart did some weird thing that had me wondering if I was dying or not.

I smiled and kissed the bottom of his jaw. “And you’re mine.”

Harry smiled and reached out, taking the notebook and pencil, setting it against the top of my head as he began to softly sing U.N.I by Ed Sheeran. I smiled and relaxed in my spot, just listening to the rough silk of his deep voice.

“Kellie.” I hummed. “I did an example.” Harry murmured.

I picked my head up, looking up and smiling at the sight of two stick figures holding hands, with our names under their feet.

“See, just like this.” I smiled and took the notebook, tearing the paper out and setting the picture off to the side, so I’d remember it later. Then I took the pencil and wrote: My music box.

I turned it towards Harry and a smile graced his beautiful features, his dimples piercing through his cheeks.

“No, you’re my music box. Gosh Kellie, you’re supposed to know these things.” Harry rolled his eyes sassily. I gaped and smacked his face with the notebook.

“You sassy ass.”

Harry smiled at me and turned onto his side, forcing me off him and the couch. I huffed from my new area on the floor and sat up slowly, blowing a lock of hair from my eyes before glaring at Harry. “Fine, no cuddles for you.”

His eyes shot wide, and instantly he reached out and pulled me back into his body. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot, I thought you could fly.” He rushed between sloppy kisses all over my face.

I groaned and pushed his head away, turning to lay on my stomach and hiding my face in my hands. “Stop, it’s like a dog is kissing me.”

“How would you know?” Harry wriggled his eyebrows, causing me to smack his chest again.

“I’m guessing.” I rolled my eyes. “Cause I obviously French all the poodles.”

“Oh my god! What?” Harry burst into his cute laughter where his eyes squint and he throws his head back, allowing the rich sound to flow free. I smiled and kissed his chest gently.

“I know, I’m just so funny. It’s hard to be so amazing.” Harry rolled his eyes after calming and kissed my forehead.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I shrugged.

“That’s what you think.” His jaw fell agape and he stared at me in surprise. “It was sarcasm darling. It’s okay, calm down tiger.”

“I was terrified that you didn’t care for a moment.” He murmured, accepting my apology kiss.

“I care a lot actually.” I replied, turning to a new page in the notebook. “Now lay still and close your eyes. I’m gonna try this venting shit.”

Harry nodded and did as I said, as I began thinking of things to spill onto the pristine white lined paper. I looked down at Harry, and smiled at the fact that I hadn’t heard the voices while I was around him.

I looked down at the paper again, and decided to write down how his sweet words fought them off, how his presence scared them away, how a single good morning text from him could make them dull for a few hours.