~Breathing~

A Harry Styles Fanfiction.

*Eventually Mature content.*

**Deals with physical abuse, alchohalism, and other serious issues. Please refrain from reading if things like these affect you negatively**

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I gasp for air, and toss about. My mind is running far from my physical being, as bright lights appear in my eyesight. "Addison? ADDISON?!" I hear off in the distance. I feel cold. I am cold. I realize I'm lying on my back, and the ground is my support. I turn my head slightly, to the sound of my name. I see feet running towards me, but then again... they don't seem to get any closer. Frozen, everything. Even time. How did I get here? That's one of the questions on my mind... but the most important question is: Where's Harold?

Laughing, I stare at his dimples. I see this moment in slow motion, his features so dominant as he's happy. For once... I ignore the stains on his white t-shirt, and his messy dark curls. Watching him smile at me, his soft eyelashes glistenning, and his emerald green eyes sparkling. At me. Why? I guess I'll never know. Whatever the reason is, it doesn't really matter. The thing that DOES matter is that we're together... we're happy... we're breathing.