Forget me not

Forget me not

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I sat on the old, brown, beat up couch, Harrys eyes never left me. We didnt have to speak.. All we had to do was look at eachother, and no words were needed. His loose shirt exposed his collar bone, he noticed my eyes had landed there. He looked down at his shirt then staired back up at me. A small smile hinted on the curve of his lip. Walking perfectly towords me, i was frozen in the position that i sat. Sitting with my legs crossed, my hair hanging over my gray sweater dress. He put his arms over my shoulders, and pressed his forhead on mine. His smell surrounded me, i let out a heavy breath. Closing my eyes i tried to hold in all of these thoughts. How was this man here, infront of me? How was this man in love with me..? How could he love someone who lost memory of him at random. "Harry.. i" "Shhh.." He said with his forhead still on mine. He brought his fingers up to the back of my hair, and ran them through the strands. "You dont have to speak" He whispered.. "Just be with me."
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Insane

{Niall's Pov} I sat in my room with my back up against the wall with my hands over my ears. I wanted him to go away. I needed him to get out of my head. You did this... His voice whishpered in my ear. I shook my head and he laughed. You know that your the reason I'm gone. I stood to my feet and reached for the door handle opening the door leaving the room slamming the door shut behind me. I stepped back from it and felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder making me jump. I turned around seeing that it was my dad. "Niall are you alright son?" "H-He's not dead..." I muttered looking back at the door "Niall we've talked about this..." He starts and I cut him off and point at the door. He pulls me into his chest and hugs me rubbing my back. I shook uncontrolably hoping that someone would listen to me. No one ever did.

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