Breaking Walls ● Harry Edward Styles

How to make me fall in love with you.

Tell me what song you listen to by yourself at 2 am, sitting in you bed, laptop on your lap, screen dimly lighting up your face. Let me watch you quietly pace through your kitchen barefoot on a Sunday morning, humming as you make your coffee, carefully turning the pages of yesterday's newspaper or that new book you're reading. Tell me what that one line from that song is that makes your heart drop into your stomach. Tell me about that one time when you were six that makes you grin uncontrollably, and about that time when you were ten that makes your eyes water. Let me watch you in a room with nothing but white walls and acoustic guitar. Tell me what you see right before you fall asleep.

"Je bent mijn muren aan het slopen. De muren die ik zo verwoed het opgebouwd zodat niemand dichterbij zou komen."
"Dat is het juist, Caitlin. Ik wil dichter komen, ik wil dingen over je weten die niemand anders van je weet. Je raarste droom, je mooiste herinnering, je diepste wens, je grootste angst-"
"Mijn grootste angst? Je wilt weten wat mijn grootste angst is?"
"Liefhebben, Harry, iemand zo hard liefhebben dat je volledig breekt zodra die persoon er niet meer is.