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High

Summary:

You blew my mind when we were swinging in a dream, you said: watch me I'll swing so high I'll be stuck up in the trees, and so you did.

I forgot it was a dream and so you did

Most of the time all the thoughts in my mind get to me.

Notes:

So, as stated in the tags, this is very much self indulgent, I daydream about harry styles a lot and it's hard to think clearly sometimes to I thought I'd write a little just to get it out of my head, you can read with whoever you want in mind though.

Keep in mind that I am NOT a writer, and I did not write this with the intention of anyone reading, I'm posting just to get some thoughts out there.

ALSO keep in mind that english is NOT my first language so forgive me if you see any gramatical errors etc

I was inspired in Blew My Mind by Dresses, Freaks by Surf Curse and Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Mayer, but while writing it I was mostly listening to Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo, Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and The Only Exception by Paramore so feel free to listen to them while reading if you'd like to.

Hope you enjoy it anyway.

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Sleeping hurt.

 

Waking up was beautiful, even though the warmth and the little sunlight stream passing through the courtains were uncomfortable, upon seeing the view out the window what else she could do but smile? The green, and yellow, and pink outside, the french signs with beautiful women she adored analising in the mornings, the little breakfast (or was it brunch?) table with everything she loved, orange juice, and sweet éclairs she was obsessed as a kid and talked about all the time, the hot coffee, and cold coffee just in case she was in the mood, the smell of bread that reached her even in bed.

 

 

And him.

 

A book in his hands, the same old battered book with a red cover she never got tired of seeing being held by his big hands that always seemed to have all sorts of rings like they were part of him. She never got to read it, the book that is, she meant to so many times, but it was so much better laying on his lap and asking him to tell her what he liked about it, what was his favorite part, his favorite character, asking him to read little beautiful passings out loud just so she could see the little sparkle in his eyes out of enthusiasm because SHE KNEW he adored it, that he adored her.

 

And when she got out of bed she could see him looking up from that book and smiling behind it, just for her, it was her smile, he never gave one of these to anyone else, at least she never saw him do it. And he smiled a lot.

 

And when she seated across from him, the air smelling that perfect way, spring, coffee, them. And when she felt his thumb on the back of her hand,for just enough time that she could feel him, so she could remember that he was really there. And when she heard him shuffling, finally guetting his guitar that was always near enough so that he could play her Landslide just because he enjoyed seeing her cry of happiness.

 

She knew this was it, there was no conversation, there were no words said beetween them because there was no need, they both knew.

 

That love felt like this moment, and it was beautiful, and it was theirs.

 

 

But waking up, really waking up, it hurt, and it hurt so much more now, in her little dark bedroom, the only smell in the space coming from her little mug filled with last night's coffee on the table, and all she heard was her alarm, and all she thought about while tears streamed down her face was how she wanted to go back to bed, go back to sleep, so she could go back to him.

 

Waking up hurt.