A Light in the Dark // Flicker Series Part I #wattys2019

Little Things | part I

He's an incredible musician and an unbelievable talented guitar player so I know that's not the issue. On top of that, he's played This Town so many times now i'm sure he could play it in his sleep...so what's wrong?

Oh no. What if he is upset about the photo?

After getting a little worked up over one phrase and chord in the song he stops playing all together.

"Take 5." He says to his band, still standing in his spot on the stage as they all step off for a minute. "I'm sorry fellas, I just need a second." He apologizes and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

At this point i'm on the edge of my seat and the visible frustration on his face only make me want to run up there an try to make it better myself, but i don't. I wait on bated breath to see what he does next.

Maybe I should go up there. No maybe I would make it worse. That's silly I should just go. Oh never mind, i'll just stay here.

His fingers pick over the strings, pulling me out of my mental argument when he finally settles on a familiar set of chords, making my heart stop and a smile cover my face.

He starts singing Little Things.

All by himself, just him and his guitar.

This was always one of my favorite 1D songs but I think this version will be my new favorite. One that only a handful of people will ever hear.

He kept his eyes closed, completely focused on singing the song, until half way through the part that would typically be his solo. His eyes pop open and from where I'm sitting it appears that they immediately come to rest on me.

"If I let you know I'm here, for you. Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you." He sings as a smile comes over his face that I attribute to the fact that he realizes it's me sitting here. I hope that's it anyway.

He adjusts his position to be facing towards me and sings the chorus (that would usually be Harry's), directly to me.

Right then and there I add this to the list of favorite moments in my life.

I can't help but smile as the words 'I love you' fall from his lips, towards me for the first time.

I know that they are just song lyrics, and it's a bit presumptuous to say them to each other in conversation yet...but I do like the way I feel when he sings them to me.

Love is a scary topic for me, but it wasn't always.

I've always been a 'romantic', complete with daydreams and rom-com movie nights. I had what I though was my own 'high school sweetheart' romance. I thought I was in love, and part of my still believes I was...but it came crashing down pretty horribly. Since then I haven't let myself wander far into thought or daydreams out of fear of getting hurt again.