Old Souls. (ON HOLD)

"Honestly?" He breathes quietly, "I feel lost, America."

I looked over the sad boy with a frown, his face illuminated flawlessly by the millions of stars.

"Lost? " I question, "Where do you even intend to go?"

With a shrug he replies, "I don't know..."

"It doesn't matter where you're going now isn't it? Your way, in this confusing state, is any way." I smiled at him and nudged his shoulder.

"Where's your spontaneity, Harry Styles?"

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