Little things

Ariana

Ariana's pov

I lay in bed with my blanket draped over my cold body. "Ariana, you have to get up!" Ellie pleaded on the floor. "No." I mumbled into my pillow, barely audible.

"Look, I know it's hard, but if you truly love him set him free. And if you loves you he'll come back." Liz kindly said.

In a way, she was kinda right. But that doesn't mean I still can't mope about it. "You're a wreck, love." Ellie touched my shoulder, but I moved out of her soft grip.

"Let's just leave it at that. She needs some time alone." I heard Liz whisper. I heard slow footsteps walk away, closing the door.

Under my blanket, there was Harry's sweater he forgot. I reach for it, holding it close to my chest. I sniffed in his strong colonge. I can't believe the scent still stayed in. I play with the hem of his his sweater, pulling out a few loose strings.

I miss him too much and it hurts like hell. But it would hurt even more if we ever got back together. It's just to hard and I can't deal with it.

Almost every song on my album that I'm working on is based off of Harry. Especially Honeymoon Avenue.

"I feels like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. I'm under pressure cos' I can't have you the way that I want. Let's just go back to the way it was. When we were on honeymoon avenue. Honeymoon avenue." I quietly sang to myself.

I could hear El and Liz at my door, listening to my singing. I sigh loudly, signaling that I want them to go away. Their shadows disappeared back downstairs.

I held Harry's sweater closer and I remember the day he left it here.
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I was sitting in my bed, right next to Harry. He was helping me with songwritng all day. "How about this?" He asked.

"You don't need, alot of money. Honey you don't have to play no games. All I need is all your loving. To get the blood rushing through my veins. I wanna say, we're going steady. Like it's 1954. No it doesn't have to be forever." Harry sang his heart out to me.

"It's perfect. Utterly beautiful." I hugged him. He smiled, obviously happy I enjoyed it. I pecked his dimple as he checked his phone.

"I better get going." He slowly rose from the other side of the bed. A few crumpled papers fell from his lap. He walked over to my side and kissed my lips. "Bye love." He walked out of my room. I heard the car start and drive away.

I get up to clean up the mess and relized he left his sweater here. It was tucked inbetween us and he didn't notice. I leave it there knowing he'll come by and take it back the next day or so.
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I hold his sweater close, mumbling "tattooed heart over and over again, falling asleep."