him and i || harry styles

there was a girl who likes to draw.

she drew pictures nobody saw, she was most artistic late at night in her bedroom out of sight.

she kept a secret nobody knew, she did not tell a soul so her gallery grew.

her drawings were different no paper or pen but she did need a bandage every now and again

they stood by the river under the stars, she rolled up her sleeves and showed him her scars.

she was ashamed and looked at her shoes then he rolled up his sleeves and whispered

" I draw too. "