Between Us [H.S.]

Yellow

*Author's note*

Hello!

First of all...I just wanted to thank everyone for the love and feedback I'm recieving. I'm so happy that you're liking the story. Keep'em up!

I know Harry hasn't appeared much but I love some good story line.

Will he make his appearance in this chapter? Is Harry even a person? Is he an emotion? Is he a place? We don't know...

Since I'm a good samaritan, and you're showing me some luv, this is a double update. Within hours or maybe tomorrow (comment what you prefer) I'll post the next chapter.

All the love of the world for you, stay save xx

-i.

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Mondays hit different when you don't want to even wake up in the first place. But I can't just skip my responsibilities even if I wanted to. I plug my earphones first thing into my ears to listen to something that is not my thoughts. My head is killing me, and my eyes are puffed. It feels like a hangover I will never get rid of. The pain will always remain in my temples from my thoughts trying to hurt me.

The thing about pain is that even though it hurts, at the end of it you learn why it hurt so much so you won't be in this horrible state again. The question is if I will learn from this pain. If this sensation of abandonment will leave my body as well as my hateful thoughts towards myself. 

No messages from Danny. I don't even know at what point of the relationship we're in. I feel like a liar and the guilt couldn't make me sleep last night. I thought I was always sincere with her, but I guess when you find yourself in a place of discomfort, a place where whatever you say will hurt or get yourself hurt, you try the best you can to make the crash less hurtful. I guess lying was my way of coping with that. If she had trust in me I would have never lied. I never do. But I felt so judged with her...

Days like these make me miss my dad. Why can't it be easy like it was before when I was a child? 

"Play it again daddy please, please, pleeeeeeease!" I beg jumping on his lap. He holds the guitar between his hands.

"Coco, again?" He looks down at me.

"Just one more time, I'll sing with you, I need to know all the words!" I insist.

"Okay, then. Just one more time baby and then you'll go to bed, okay?" His hands are tired and it is already too late, tomorrow is my first day of my new school. "One, two, one, two, three, four" He counts and he starts playing.

"In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines"

He sings and I listen to him. I love my dad so much. I will live with him forever and we will always sings the Beatles with his rusty guitar. 

"C'mon Coco, the chorus." He says looking at me.

"We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine"

Coco...he was the only one to ever call me like that, and still does. It's our little secret. Primarily because I would hate it from others and secondly because it made me feel so safe, so little...like I'm 10 again and nothing will hurt me ever. I wanted to hold those moments with my dad forever and keep them inside my pocket so in days like these I could just unwrap them for a second and feel that peace and joy again. But I guess reality sucks, am I right?