darby eden is a lovely mess of words and thoughts. and isn't italy such a wondrous place to be healed?
"Only those who love feel this frightened hope, and I never wished to succumb to such a grandiose nightmare."
"Per te, mio sole."
"Per te, mie ste...
"You're sure you're okay? Safe? Can get home alright?" I asked as he gathered himself to go. He stood at the doorway once again, it looked familiar, only this time there was daylight surrounding us.
"Yep," He assured, "Don't worry, Darby." It's a little too late for that, I thought. I nearly stuttered but it would've burst out of me if I didn't say it aloud.
"It's a little too late for that, H." I looked directly at him, keeping my head up confidently. My hands stayed wrapped behind my back, I think I adopted that trait from him.
He looked dazed. And he saw me. And he saw everything wrong with me. But he disregarded it. For he knew I was much bigger than what burdened me. I succumbed to blushing before he smoothly turned around and left.
...
I had no idea that that was the day that he wrote it.
But a couple weeks later it was everywhere. Harry had to stop going out in public because of his first new release since the last album. Things got so overwhelming and hectic, I hardly knew how to handle it all.
I couldn't be seen with him anywhere. When I went to his house a couple of times I had to make sure no one was following me, just in case.
I was still allowed to work at the café, but it got busier because he was spotted there just once. It was nice, though my anxiety was up so often. A couple of girls would ask me what his normal order was, the blueberry tarts became very, very popular. A few others asked me what he was like, the only answer I could think of to tell them was 'normal' and 'very kind and respectful'.
I stopped checking social media almost completely, I didn't necessarily enjoy the speculations and such about him. But one benefit, out of all of this chaos--
I got really close to him. He told me everything he experienced in the industry, as I witnessed and experienced it with him. He trusted me, and that was something that meant more than the sunrise, more than the stars to me. Maybe not the stars. But maybe more than even the stars.
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(outfit, without jacket, because she wears his later on)
The song itself he showed me the day before releasing it as a single to the whole universe. It was simple, we were sitting in his room and I was looking through his extravagant plethora of clothes. It was titled "Don't Let Me Go".
"Before you play it to me, what is it about." I asked, impatient but trying to be the opposite. "I don't think I can tell you that." He sat with his legs crossed on the bed. I glared at him, partially in a joking matter. He knew very well he could tell me anything, I wasn't tolerating any messing around. But I did smile, I had no control over that.
"You really do just have to... find out." He defended himself. I allowed it, pulling out a green jacket with some little patches on it. I held it out towards him, and he nodded.
