𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 {𝐿.𝑆.}

𝟛𝟙 ~ 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭

"Goodmorning Sunshine." I say wiping Louis hair out of his face.

"Since when are you like this in the morning?" He groans.

"Since I've been staring for about half an hour now and I'm already awake." I smile at him but he just pulls the blankets over his head.

"Hey! My beautiful sight!" I whine. He peaks over the edge of the blanket and I can see the smile on his face.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night Hazz." He says with that rapsy morning voice.

"No problem. It was quite late already and I wasn't going to let you walk home anyway." I place a soft kiss in his forehead and start getting dressed.

"Any plans for today?" I ask him.

"Nope."

"Wanna watch some movies all day? Maybe make some popcorn and shit." I shrug and he nods.

"Sounds good. Any movies in thought already?"

"Oh can we watch Breakfast Club? It's one of my favorites" I ask hopeful

"And you nearly judged me for Grease. But yeah, of course we can watch it." He says smiling still laying in bed.

"I'm guessing you want to borrow some clothes again?" I say grinning.

"Yes please."

I hand him an oversized shirt and some shorts. The shirt is soo big on him that you can see like an inch of the shorts. He doesn't seem to mind and just goes with it.

We have breakfast with my mum and just talk about random stuff.

Mum soon leaves because she was meeting a friend which left us alone at the couch. We watch The Breakfast Club together and I try to hide the fact that I'm crying again.

Lou notices me tense up and sees my cheeks stained with tears. I close my eyes avoiding eye contact and feel him sit up straight.

"Hazz? What's wrong? Harry talk to me please..." He wipes away the tears. His voice is soft and caring and he seems to be worried.

I don't really get why but I'm still not used to him caring about me, being worried about me. It's been really long since anybody cared for me. Back in Holmes Chapel people liked me but didn't care. Not my dad and not even my ex. They really didn't give a shit about me.

Having Lou now is sometimes hard to open up too. But I try and he knows how much I struggle with it.

"Hazz... it's okay. I'm here." He says pulling me into his chest. He plays with my hair and rubs my back. "It's all good..." he whispers.

"It's the song..." I say softly. Looking up into his ocean eyes again. "I don't know how to explain really..."

"It's okay. You don't have to." He says softly, playing with my curls. "Only if you want to Hazz. No pressure. Ever."

"It's kind of my biggest fear." I say gulping. "Being forgotten."

"You're scared people will forget about you?" He asks. His voice still very caring and soft, it's calming in a way.

"Doesn't it scare you knowing that in a few years people may not even recognize you face. Not even from a picture. That they don't remember the stories you tell. That people forget your name. That you're left to be a nobody..."

"I never thought about it to be honest. But who would ever forget you?" He asks cheerful.

"Lots of people I don't care about. But there are people I don't want to forget about me. Like... a certain girl I made out with once. And a dude I had a wonderful conversation with once. Those people will forget me in no time. While I still think about them every once in a while." I start crying again and feel like a whiny baby.