Quotes added on Tuesday, February 19 2013
I have a stalker...... I'm scared
right now.
It's called freedom of speech. I exercise it quite Often.
O_O Anyone as bored as I am?
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For years I’ve pondered on my past.
What I’ve been through,
What has last–
And I see nothing.
Memories are a blessing I have yet to see
Something I’m missing,
A luxury–not for me.
And I see nothing.
there's not going to be a prince charming who'll come along and save me from myself.
life doesn't work that way.
Kiss You: Chapter Fifteen: Part
Three
Emily’s P.O.V
Emily’s P.O.V
Harry explained to me that he fought
with Skye and how he knew it was a disagreement over nothing.
“Harry, she’s just angry. She was sticking up for
your relationship and proving that she’s not just in it for
the money. If someone said that to me about Liam, I’d be
super annoyed as well,” I told him placing my hand on his
knee.
He flicked his hair and then brushed it out of his face with his hand and sighed. “I realise that now. I love her, Em.”
“I know you do. And she loves you. Just go talk to her.” He nodded and I hugged him. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
I patted his shoulder. “What are friends for?”
“To help friends during fights with their drunken band-mate’s girlfriend and their own girlfriend at two in the morning,” he said making his way back to his room.
“Of course, Harry, of course,” I smiled at him and, when he left me, glanced at the clock: 2:30am. I groaned as Liam walked back into our room. We both got under the covers.
“That’s some intense stuff,” Liam said.
“M hm,” I was too tired to say anything more. My face was in his chest and I was falling asleep listening to him talk. His voice was very soothing.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but could we finish this conversation in the morning? I’m so tired,” I closed my eyes.
“Yeah, sure. Night, Em,” he said.
“Night, Li.”
Skye’s P.O.V
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I was just so angry-”
He put a finger to my lips. “Skye, I’m sorry too. You were only trying to stick up for us.”
“Yeah, but I ended up hurting you in the process.”
“Shh,” he said quietly bringing his face close to mine.
“So, are we good?” I asked.
He nodded placing his lips into mine. “I’m sorry. I love you,” he mumbled against my lips.
“I love you, too and I really am so sorry,” I kissed him for a few seconds but pulled away. “What am I going to say to Sapphire?”
His face became serious as he frowned, “We’ll work it out.”
I nodded, “Okay, maybe we should go to sleep.”
We were both already in our pyjamas, but Harry took his shirt off, and we shuffled into our bedroom. I pulled back the covers on my side as Harry did the same on his, giving me a few seconds to admire his body. I adjusted my pillows as I lied down and Harry turned to face me. “Night, kitten.”
“Good night, Harry,” I pecked his lips and turned off the lamp.
We were both laying our backs but I had a tight grip on Harry’s hand. His slender fingers were intertwined with mine and my smaller hand was well protected in his large ones. Although it was late, a million thoughts and worries were going through my head.
“Harry?” I quietly asked him, half-expecting him to be asleep.
He made a sound but didn’t move.
I sighed. “I can get so mean sometimes, but only when I’m really ticked off. And I know you said you do, but do you really still love me even though you’ve seen me like this?”
His eyes opened and he rolled to his side so he was facing me, “No, babe. Of course I still love you. Don’t think like that,” he paused. “It’s just different, that’s all. You’re usually so happy. It was just a surprise seeing you so angry and worked up. I’ve just never seen it before. But truthfully, Skye, I like to know that my girlfriend has a feisty side.”
I smiled at the last part. I could make out his face in the dark since my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. While he was talking, I started tracing the birds on his chest with my fingers.
“Oh, and Skye, please don’t feel like you can’t cry in front of me. Please, I’m here for you,” he said snaking his arm around my waist and I shifted in closer to him.
“Darn Liam,” I said jokingly, “He said he wouldn’t tell you.”
Harry lightly laughed in his tired state. “But you know you can cry in front of me, right?”
I inhaled and let it out, “Yes. It’s just… I don’t want anyone thinking I’m constantly needing help. People have kinda thought that since I was twelve.”
He squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips so he could kiss my knuckles. “But there’s a difference between people thinking you need help and being genuinely upset and actually needing someone there for you... I want to be that person you turn to.”
I smiled knowing I had found someone I could rely on. “Okay. I really am sorry. I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. “Love you too.” I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.
He flicked his hair and then brushed it out of his face with his hand and sighed. “I realise that now. I love her, Em.”
“I know you do. And she loves you. Just go talk to her.” He nodded and I hugged him. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
I patted his shoulder. “What are friends for?”
“To help friends during fights with their drunken band-mate’s girlfriend and their own girlfriend at two in the morning,” he said making his way back to his room.
“Of course, Harry, of course,” I smiled at him and, when he left me, glanced at the clock: 2:30am. I groaned as Liam walked back into our room. We both got under the covers.
“That’s some intense stuff,” Liam said.
“M hm,” I was too tired to say anything more. My face was in his chest and I was falling asleep listening to him talk. His voice was very soothing.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but could we finish this conversation in the morning? I’m so tired,” I closed my eyes.
“Yeah, sure. Night, Em,” he said.
“Night, Li.”
Skye’s P.O.V
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I was just so angry-”
He put a finger to my lips. “Skye, I’m sorry too. You were only trying to stick up for us.”
“Yeah, but I ended up hurting you in the process.”
“Shh,” he said quietly bringing his face close to mine.
“So, are we good?” I asked.
He nodded placing his lips into mine. “I’m sorry. I love you,” he mumbled against my lips.
“I love you, too and I really am so sorry,” I kissed him for a few seconds but pulled away. “What am I going to say to Sapphire?”
His face became serious as he frowned, “We’ll work it out.”
I nodded, “Okay, maybe we should go to sleep.”
We were both already in our pyjamas, but Harry took his shirt off, and we shuffled into our bedroom. I pulled back the covers on my side as Harry did the same on his, giving me a few seconds to admire his body. I adjusted my pillows as I lied down and Harry turned to face me. “Night, kitten.”
“Good night, Harry,” I pecked his lips and turned off the lamp.
We were both laying our backs but I had a tight grip on Harry’s hand. His slender fingers were intertwined with mine and my smaller hand was well protected in his large ones. Although it was late, a million thoughts and worries were going through my head.
“Harry?” I quietly asked him, half-expecting him to be asleep.
He made a sound but didn’t move.
I sighed. “I can get so mean sometimes, but only when I’m really ticked off. And I know you said you do, but do you really still love me even though you’ve seen me like this?”
His eyes opened and he rolled to his side so he was facing me, “No, babe. Of course I still love you. Don’t think like that,” he paused. “It’s just different, that’s all. You’re usually so happy. It was just a surprise seeing you so angry and worked up. I’ve just never seen it before. But truthfully, Skye, I like to know that my girlfriend has a feisty side.”
I smiled at the last part. I could make out his face in the dark since my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. While he was talking, I started tracing the birds on his chest with my fingers.
“Oh, and Skye, please don’t feel like you can’t cry in front of me. Please, I’m here for you,” he said snaking his arm around my waist and I shifted in closer to him.
“Darn Liam,” I said jokingly, “He said he wouldn’t tell you.”
Harry lightly laughed in his tired state. “But you know you can cry in front of me, right?”
I inhaled and let it out, “Yes. It’s just… I don’t want anyone thinking I’m constantly needing help. People have kinda thought that since I was twelve.”
He squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips so he could kiss my knuckles. “But there’s a difference between people thinking you need help and being genuinely upset and actually needing someone there for you... I want to be that person you turn to.”
I smiled knowing I had found someone I could rely on. “Okay. I really am sorry. I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. “Love you too.” I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
as she lies here besides me asleep with the night.
And her hair, in a fine mist, floats on my pillow,
reflecting the glow of a winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
yet my heart remains heavy.
as she lies here besides me asleep with the night.
And her hair, in a fine mist, floats on my pillow,
reflecting the glow of a winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
yet my heart remains heavy.
