Eleanor's P.O.V.
I can't catch my breath, drowning in cold water. My feet are kicking hard and my arms feel numb. It's all the sudden dark and all I seem to see is bright green eyes. Harry's. He's my bad boy fairytale. He hit me like a hurricane and I just can't say no. Basically anything he says or asks, I always give in and agree. A hand reaches out to me and I regonize it as Harry's but when I look up it belongs to Luke. I try yank my arm back but he starts squeezing it. I scream for Harry over and over. I'm all the sudden grabbed by the waste and I reach over with my hands to his face. "It's alright, I'm here." He whispers. His long arms snake around me and I feel.. Safe.
Ever since the rain I've been waking on my own, Left an empty space in a home we built to grow.Watching waves at night I fell into the blue. I guess I lost the light, now I've given all my love to Harry. Ever since the rain I've been living days too slow, Lie around and wait for a heart I used to know. They say that over time there'll be nothing left to lose. In the night when I'm dreaming, I know his body's next to mine. In the dark I can feel it. Don't you tell me I'm dreaming. Won't he stay with me? He makes me feel safe. He's my protector. I believe him as a child and I blindly trust him.
Before he came round my heart would never beat much faster, Before he came round I was ready to slow down. Before he came round I was heading for a small disaster. Before he came round I was ready to blow me down. Let it go, paint my body gold. Take our bodies higher and higher. We can go until the morning glow.We can go higher and higher. Before I was found I felt like I could drain the ocean. Before He was found He didn't wanna breathe out. Now my soul beats a sound loud enough to quiet the thunder. A love with no doubt and now I'm never gonna slow down. And we will walk with our feet on the ground, and we will talk with our head in the clouds.
I feel cold. Really cold and naked. It all comes back to me. My head aches. Luke. Niall. Ashton. Harry. The party. It's all coming back to me and the picture that luke had created plays in my mind over and over. I want to vomit. A hand is gripping mine and I wake to find Harry holding mine as he sleeps on the floor next to me. He looks uncomfortable table.
Standing on the world outside, Caught up in a love landslide, Stuck still, color blind, Hoping for a black and white. Is gonna be my love? Is he gonna be mine? I feel it falling from the skies above, My wave, my shark, my demon in the dark, The blue tide pulling me under, Or is he my soul, my heart, pull everything apart? Walking on the clouds unknown, Drop down, I will never go. Floating like gravity has grown. Reach down to a deep, deep hole.
All we do is hide away, All we do is chase the day. All we do is lie and wait, All we do is feel the fade. I've been upside down. I don't wanna be the right way round. I can't find paradise on the ground. All he does is play it safe. All we do is live inside a cage. All I did was fail yesterday. All I wanna be is whites in waves.
He's got diamonds in his eyes, throwing fire, trying to make it right. He's getting higher than the ceiling lights and fall in hard enough to lose the fight. Not in it for the money, just get it for the thrill. Living in the moment, paying for the kill. Golden grill of sadness, smell like wasting youth. Always ends up like this, Always gonna lose. I want him to dazzle me, DAZZLE me with gold. He'll never be what he wants to be with all that money. There's a human in his hide of hearts, Hiding through colors made him fall apart. In the middle he's a work of art. But this is real life.
So I laid there, looking at his face, unable to breath for his presence blew me away and he didn't need to say anything to let me know he loved me.
"Harry." I whisper. He doesn"t make a sound, still sleeping. I silently get up letting go of his warm hand.
I sit up covering myself with only a white sheet. "Harry!" This time I whisper louder. "I swear. No I swear I'll always protect you," he mumbles. And I swear he is in deep sleep which makes me wonder how long he stayed up. "HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!" I grab him by the shoulders and shake which leads the sheet that's covering me to fall a bit showing my black bra through.
"What? What!? I'm sorry." He gets up. Blood shot eyes.
"What happened last night?" I ask.
"I'll explain later," he says. I spot a couple of plastic bags behind him that read TopShop.
"Why have do have TopShop bags?!" I question.
"I figured you might need some clothes."
"What time is it!? And where is my phone!?"
"It's noon." He checks his phone.
"Phone Harry!" I press.
"Shit. Niall didn't give any of your stuff back. You know what? Just throw this stuff on and we could go back and take your stuff," He says.
"I'm - I'm not going back.." I shake my head back and forth. Scared, shocked? Call it what you want.
"okay babe, you stay here and I will go." He gets up and presses his warm lips against my forhead. I nod in agreement.
"You'll be okay." He adds and before he leaves I take his hand and pull him in for a hug.
"Never leave me." I breathe.
"Well you kind of just asked me to get your stuff" he remarks sarcastically, then gets on his knees. I don't make a sound and he smiles pushing my curly hair behind my ear. "I would never." He assures me. Then leaves swiftly towards the door. I watch his long arms reach over the coat hanger and take his long coat. He then slides the car keys out and waves at me with only three unoccupied fingers before shutting the door.
I then snatch the bags and make my way up stairs to the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror. The more I look the more I remember. "No! Stop Please!!" A whisper leaks out of my sore lips. I let go of the bags and the white sheet covering me. Harry shouldn't have gone back. He should have stayed with me. I wipe my face from all the tears and take out what Harry had bought me. A plain small sized black shirt and some black skinny jeans, small sized as well. They both fit me well which is surprising that he knows my size. I roll an elastic off my wrist onto my curly hair making a hair bun. I look tired, not only emotionally but physically as well.
I come out of the bathroom to see a small room across the hall. I make my way to it and I'm guessing that it used to belong to Harry. I shut it quickly because I could feel footsteps coming my way.
"Good morning love!" Anne greets me with a warm smile.
"Morning Anne, I'm not so sure what you've seen last night but I would like to opologize in advance." I look down at my feet.
"Oh honey! I've only seen a part of Harry that I never thought I would see. He cares about you so much. More than anything he's ever cared for. I can feel it." Her eyes move rapidly as she looks into mine.
"And I as well." I mumble.
"Do you take care of him back in the states?"she asks.
"Well he's not a boy, Anne!" I laugh. " but I'm there for him always." A smile is kept on my face from her previous question.
" I was like you once." She taps my shoulder and turns to go downstairs.
Okay... What ever that meant. Casually raising once eyebrow I walk after her down and to the kitchen.
"Where did Harry go? I didn't see him sleeping." She opens the fridge.
"He.. He went to get my phone." I say hoping she won't mention anything about last night.
"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM." Three loud knocks at the front door has Anne and I's heads snap towards it at once. We look at each other blankly before she starts running.
Harry's POV.
I don't want to leave Eleanor and drive to that dump. On the brighter side I get some alone time driving down Manchester like the good old days. Wrapping my scarf around my neck I look up for a split second to find a familiar face. Very familiar. A man with a long beard, bright blue eyes and wholes all over his flannel. He looks every dirty, very.. Neglected. His eyes I recognize... They are as blue as my father's. Father? Can't be.
He walks towards me and begins to cry. I show no emotion. I just walk towards the car as if I have no clue who he might be. I'm almost a hundred percent sure it is him but it can't be. It couldn't be . I received a letter long ago that he shot himself under the influence.
I get inside the car and drive as fast as possible leaving him screaming "Harry! HARRY!" With his arms lifted in the air, I can see through the mirror, like a crazed man. He must be a crazy man. But does he know my name?
