Under the Lights {One Direction}

Chapter Sixteen {Little Things}

Chapter Sixteen

{Little Things}

                “Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear 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 your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

                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
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 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
I’m in love with you
And all these little things

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

                Oh
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 these little things

                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
I’m in love with you
And all your little things.” Harry sings; his arms wrapped around my waist from behind. I’m sitting on his lap, my head resting in the crook of his neck. Harry decided to sing ‘Little Things’ to me. Ryan, Tom and Zayn are on one couch. Harry and I are in the chair. Louis, Liam and Niall are on the other couch. Harry runs a hand over my stomach, sending chills up my spine.

                “I love that song. I want to marry that song. Wait, even better. Can I marry Ed Sheeran? He made the song!” Ryan rambles, looking around. Tom’s eyes narrow. When she notices this, Ryan frowns. “I’m sorry. I’ll marry you too.”

                “Is widdle Tom jelly of widdle Ed Sheereyan?” Niall snickers, grabbing Tom’s cheeks and squeezing them like an old lady does. I crack up, leaning over and starting to cry.

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From: Swagmasta