too young for this { harry styles }

too young for this { harry styles }

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"My dream, is yet another nightmare in a blackhole consuming other nightmares. And you, you make me quite happy. To a point where I want to scream because your perfection is so, incredibly breathtaking, I can't handle it. What I will do is this," I paused for effect. "I'm going to try and be happy, with you, for as long as I've got before you leave me." His lips pursed, he furrowed his brows and thought of a response to my vague, yet truthful answers. "Everyone has a real dream, Ivy. One that can't be explained or understood, except for the person who's dreaming it." He spoke in an intriguing voice. "And, thank you, for the happy thing, but onto that leaving thing." He stopped talking for awhile, and we sat there, looking out onto the sad tourist town of Durango, in silence. Alls we could hear was Nialls quiet laughter from across the mountaintop and the birds, in the tall pine trees, chirping. "I thought we both agreed not to let go of eachother. I thought that meant not leaving." He finally said after the eerie silence. His words hung in the air for quite sometime. "I thought that meant not leaving." I revaluated the question and told him the truth. "But soon, you'll be gone. Harry, you're leaving for back home and I can't-" I cut myself off, taking in a huge breath for calming myself. "I can't get so attached to someone, and they leave, and then they forget."
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