Torn (Harry Styles)

Sing To Me

Harry's P.O.V

"Angels can fly." she said and jumped.

"Primmmmm!!!! Nooooo!!!" I scream. I start sobbing. I run to the edge of the building and peer over. She's gone.

I fall to my knees and sob. "No..." I rock myself back and forth.
"Harry, wake up, love." I hear Prim say repeatedly.
and I do wake up.

My eyes flash open and I'm in my bed. My eyes are red from crying. My fist are clenched. No..
I jump from my bed, run down the stairs and get into my car.
I drive as fast as I can all the way to Prim's house.
I burst through the front door, her mother stands in the kitchen.
"Good morning Harry-"
I don't say anything, I just run as fast as I can. All the way up the steps to Prim's bedroom.
"Prim?" I open the door and sure enough, she's there lying in bed. I dreamed it all.
I start sobbing.
I crawl into her bed behind her. I hug her close and cry. "Harry?" she turns in her bed to hold me. She wraps me into her arms. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I had a bad dream, Prim.." I sob.
"Harry, you sound like a child."
"You committed suicide. You killed yourself, Prim. You jumped from a building and I stood there and watched." I cry.
"No.. Harry. I'm still alive. I'm here. I'm breathing. I'm with you right now." She strokes my hair.
"Sing for me?" I whisper.
She sings softly.

Your hand fits in mine.
Like it's made just for me.
Bare this in mind, it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me.
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs.
The dimples in your back, at the bottom of you spine.
But I love them endlessly.

I try to join in with her singing, but my voice is cracked and broken and I'm still crying.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth.
But if I do, it's you.
Oh it's you they add up to.
And I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea.
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep.
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep.
Though, it's makes no sense to me.

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape.
You never want to know how much you weigh.
You still have to squeeze into your jeans.
But you're perfect to me.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth.
But if it's true,
It's you.
It's you they add up to.
And I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darling,
But I want you to.
If I let you know I'm here for you,
Maybe you'll love yourself like i love you.

And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth.
Cause it's you.
Oh, it's you.
It's you they add up to.
And I'm in love with you,
And all your little things.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth.
But if it's true,
It's you.
Oh, it's you.
It's you they add up to.

I'm in love with you.
And all your little things.