Midnight memories // n.h

I've never had anything handed to me, not once. I've faught for every little speck of happiness, if you would call it that, that's in my life. I've cried, sweat, yelled, screamed. I faught through all of it to shape the person I am today.
He's the opposite of me.
He has been given most of the hapiness in his life due to the fame that was brought his way but I've never met someone who is more content and happy with the way they're living life. I've never met someone who I've woke up every day wanting to see, wanting to hear their laugh.
He's my perfect opposite besides the fact that we both strive for one thing; love. So I dont know how it could possibly work but all I could ever ask for is the nights when we are sitting in silence, when the moon is high in the sky and we are hiding from all the things that haunt us and he reassures me that he will bring that happiness to my world again.