you.
I know we're still young but I think I'm in
love.
You're the one for me.
Everybody says we're to young for love.
They don't know how you make me feel when we're alone.
It's indescribable.
I know that your my best friend.
But I've never felt this way around anyone else.
I want you to know I'll be here for you
today, tomorrow and always I'll love
you.
I know we're still young but I think I'm in
love.
You're the one for me."
I didn't really know what to say, so I kissed him. It wasn't heated, it was just a sweet, innocent kiss. "I'm sorry," I say pulling away from him.
He shakes his head, "Don't be sorry."
He puts his guitar down on the bed, and pulls me into him. I have never felt safer, and I've never felt like this. I can't even explain it all I know is I'm completely in love with him.
**
"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start"
Harry sang along with the song that played as I cleaned out my closet. The windows were open and I swear as loud as he was being Matt could here him all the way across town. I laugh as he starts dancing with the next song that came on, "You're an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot," he defends.
I smile up at him. I sat in the floor and he sat in my desk chair and played with strands of my hair that fell out of my pony tail. When I finished cleaning out my closet I went down stairs to the kitchen to find food. Harry brought my phone so we could still listen to music. I opened the pantry and he wraps his arms around my waist, and rested his head on my shoulder. When a song I know I've heard before came on he starts singing again.
"What would I do without your smart mouth?" I laughed and he kept singing.
"Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you,oh
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohh"
(If you have never heard this song at least once you live under a rock)
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too."
He kissed the side of my head before I pull out a box of macaroni.
"You're something else," he says walking over to the stove and grabbing a pot.
"What?" I say.
"I thought you wanted breakfast," he says.
"I do," I say sitting on the counter next to him, tired of standing with this stupid boot.
"Macaroni is not a breakfast food," he says.
"It is if you're out of pop tarts," I argue.
He just shakes his head and puts his hand on my thigh.
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