I LOVE ALEX & SIERRA AND I LOVE THIS SONG AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR THEM AND EVERYTHING AHEAD OF THEIR CAREER!!! sorry i haven't updated in a long time, but i'm trying my best (: and i still can't get over this song. it's like perfect for this chapter hehe. also, prom was saturday and a few of my friends and i had an anti-prom and it was pretty darn cool. i had so much fun and i suddenly felt a lot happier and more inspired. (= okay, i'll stop rambling now.
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Selena's POV:
When the sun finally decides to rise, I turn to glance once more at Harry's creamy perplexion. He looks hauntingly innocent and dreamy, the side of him no one knows about. His breathing is paced, normal, almost completely at peace and the tornado of thrashing flashbacks seem to leave his mind, allowing him to get some rest which he probably does not get to receive often. Light snores leave his parched lips and I smile at the sight, unconsciously tracing the contours of his face with the back of my palm, taking in the absolute beauty that is Harry. It almost seems as if he responds to my touch, his body shifting, allowing his face to fully rest against my hand, creating as much contact with me as possible. When I realize I should get going, I find it rather difficult to leave now that he is touching me so closely.
"Shit," I curse under my breath, eyes scanning for a easy, sleek escape that will not give away my disappearance. Slowly removing each of his limbs from my waist and gently prying my hand off, I quietly detach myself from his hold. His smile quickly fades and his arms roam around the empty spot that I previously took up. Scared that he will wake up, I shove multiple pillows in my place to substitute as my presence and to my content, he bundles the blankets, covering what he supposes is me and him together before resting his face on the pillow. Without wasting a second, I sneak out the door, pressing my back against it, rapidly breathing.
That was too fucking close.
Looking around, I notice that no one is up yet and the room is still dark with some, but barely any forms of light streaming in from the window that was not properly closed the night before. When I walk towards the book I left on the side earlier, I see that the water on the ground is gone now, like Harry's temporary terror.
Tucking the book under the crook of my arm, I leave the building and run.
When I see my own house, I set the book on the ground before unlocking the door with the key under the doormat. Inside, the place looks like it has not been touched in ages. Figures. My mum hasn't been home since the last time I talked to her.
I rush up to my room and unzip the tight dress, surprised I fell asleep in something that wasn't my pajamas. Stepping out of the fabric that pools around my feet, I quickly throw on shorts and Zac's old basketball jersey. I ball up the dress and throw it into a laundry basket for cleaning later before running down the stairs, shoving converse on my feet and tying the laces sloppily. Finding some change lying around, I stuff the money into my pockets and grab my skateboard. With the book once again in my posession, I make my way to the address indicated in the print.
When I notice a nice, decent house with a balcony on the top floor, I push down hard on the tip of my skateboard with my right foot, catching it and holding it in place as it jumps up to my hand.
This is it.
Walking up the driveway, I notice two cars parked, meaning that there should be someone home, right? Nervously, I set the book on the bench outside the door and raise my fist up, knocking politely but loud enough for the people inside to hear. When I get no response at first, I sigh then mentally facepalm myself. It's barely 5 A.M., of course no fucking person will be awake right now. Right when I was going to turn around and head home instead, the door slowly creaks open, causing me to focus on the person in front of me.
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Teenage Dirtbag ✖ ((Harry Styles/Selena Gomez))
Fanfiction"There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play There's a girl in the window tears rolling down her face We're only lost children, trying to find a friend Trying to find our way back home We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost wi...
