He stared up at me with a sorrowful frown and gently raised his hand to tilt my chin to look down at him. He then sat up and tenderly pulled my jaw into his to place a cathartic kiss. There was something so fulfilling about the way he kissed me, I never wanted it to stop.
"We're gonna be fine."
He sat beside me soon after with our legs stretched out across the floor and our arms crossed. "If we don't-"
"Shhh." He shook his head.
"If we don't..." I repeated, ignoring his pleads to stay quiet. "If we don't get out of here alive.. Can we talk about w-what we would have done in our lives? Like, get deep with me, Harry. Tell me what you would have liked to accomplished."
"I don't know-"
"Then make something up." I shrugged hopelessly. He was like bulletproof glass, you just couldn't crack him.
"You tell me first, tell me while I think of something." He ordered in a mumble and stared mindlessly to the ceiling.
I turned to face his frame as I pulled my legs in to kneel beside him. "There's so much."
He smirked to himself as he glanced beside me, his emerald eyes staring intently into mine. "Tell me everything."
I softly bit my lip to hide my smile as it was so nice to see someone interested in my future other than my parents. "I want to take a break from school, like a big vacation; but I'd have to take my fish with me. And then a year later, I'll get a degree... And run for president."
"That's a big goal." He spoke deeply.
"And then... I can settle down, and-and get married, maybe. But... I don't want kids until I'm like, in my thirties. I'm not even sure if I want kids." I shrugged with an uncertain pout.
Harry's face dropped slightly, biting his bottom lip and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck with a hopeless frown. "You... You don't want kids?"
I only shrugged. "I don't know."
"Yeah- I-I don't want them either." He nervously smiled, but he didn't look exactly sincere.
"Anyway," I smirked slightly as I playfully nudged his shoulder. "What's your plan? What would you do?"
Something had annoyed him suddenly, his agitation got the better of him. "I don't know. I don't care."
"Oh, come on," I whined and gently massaged his leg for comfort. "Tell me, I know you must have something on your mind."
"I have a future, I just don't have a future in Wales," He explained. "I don't know, I'm used to quick money- so, I won't get a job. I'll probably own a one bedroom apartment in a dirty part of Cheshire with... a dog. And I'll grow old and die alone, the end."
"Mesmerising." I smiled with sarcasm.
"You'll keep in touch with me, right?" He asked with wide eyes.
That isn't how I thought he'd say it. I thought it would be more of a 'We're still going to be together, right?' Or maybe 'Come with me and we can live together and we'll be broke but it's okay because we're slowly falling for each other'.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.