right there where we stood

Imagine Sweet Pea…

Running through the Southside while holding your hand to make sure he doesn’t lose you. “Sweet Pea! Please! Tell me what’s going on!” You say in between breaths as you try keep up with the Serpent. He stops for a second but only to decide whether to go left or right. He chooses right and then both of you are off for the races. Once you start to slow down, he doesn’t hestitate to put you on his back..and again with the running. You finally find yourself in a alleyway by Sweet Pea’s favorite corner shop. You finally get Sweet Pea’s attention when you give him the most confused look. He clears his throat while fixing his jacket. “Y/N, the place where we are standing right now is the same place we stood a year ago on September 16th…That is also the day I realized…” He paused. The pause made you think he about to be your Romeo. NOPE. “…I realized….you were smokin’! Holy hell, I saw that ass and I was like DAMN.” You tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t and even if it wasn’t a sonnet, it still made your cheeks red. “But I also knew that I would do anything to make you mine. And now since you are…” He takes off his jacket and carefully sets it on your shoulders. “You’re an honorary serpent.” You smile and give him a twirl in his jacket. “Do I look smokin’ still?” You ask. “Oh babe, I can’t give even touch you, you’re so hot…but I will.”

5

life goes on..
& death stands waiting.

Guys I’m actually feeling depressed where tf is my good ass pidge content

Taylor Swift: I was

Me: REMINISCING JUST THE OTHER DAY WHILE HAVING COFFEE ALL ALONE AND LORD IT TOOK ME AWAY BACK TO A FIRST GLANCE FEELING ON NEW YORK TIME BACK WHEN YOU FIT IN MY POEMS LIKE A PERFECT RHYYMMEE TOOK OFF FASTER THAN A GREEN LIGHT GO YEAH YOU SKIP THE CONVERSATION WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW I LEFT A NOTE ON THE DOOR WITH A JOKE WE’D MADE AND THAT WAS THE DAYYY AND DARLING IT WAS GOODD NEVERRR LOOKINGGG DOOWWNN AND RIGHT THERE WHERE WE STOOOOD WAS HOLY GROUND SPINNING LIKE A GIRL IN A BRAND NEW DRESS WE HAD THIS BIG WIDE CITY ALL TO OURSELVES WE BLOCK THE NOISE WITH THE SOUND OF “I NEED YOU” AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I HAD SOMETHING TO LOOOSSSEE AND I GUESS WE FELL APART IN THE USUAL WAY AND THE STORY’S GOT DUST ON EVERY PAGE BUT SOMETIMES I WONDER HOW YOU THINK ABOUT IT NOWW AND I SEE YOUR FACE IN EVERY CRROOWWWDD CAUSE DARLING IT WAS GOOOODD (OOOHH WAAAYY OOO YYAYYY) NEEVVVEERRR LOOOKINNNGG DOOOWWNN (OOOHH WAAAYY OOO YYAYYY)  AND RIGHT THERE WHERE WE STOOD WAS HOLY GROOOUUND (OOOHH WAAAYY OOO YYAYYY OOO FSDFASDJFK OOOO WAYYY OO YAYYMMHHHSFAFLKSD)  TONIGHT I’M GONNA DANCE FOR ALL THAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH BUT I DON’T WANNA DANCE IF I’M NOT DANCING WITH YOU TONIGHT I’M GONNA DANCE LIKE YOU WERE IN THIS ROOM BUT I DON’T WANNA DANCE IF I’M NOT DANCING WITH YOU IT WAS GOOD NEVER LOOKING DOWN AND RIGHT THERE WHERE WE STOOD WAS HOLY GROUND (OOOHH WAAAYY OOO YYAYYY OOO FSDFASDJFK OOOO WAYYY OO YAYYMMHHHSFAFLKSD)  TONIGHT I’M GONNA DANCE FOR ALL THAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH BUT I DON’T WANNA DANCE IF I’M NOT DANCING WITH YOU TONIGHT I’M GONNA DANCE LIKE YOU WERE IN THIS ROOM BUT I DON’T WANNA DANCE IF I’M NOT DANCING WITH YOOOOOOOOOOOOU

“No, no, no, no.” I panicked, attempting to drunkenly slap my laptop off.

My phone vibrated, distracting me as the guitar chords played. I took it in my hands, seeing Lily’s name flash across my screen.

“What song?”

It’s as if she knew already. I texted her back and received a message within seconds. My eyes blinking at her words.

“I’m sorry.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck this was not going to be good.

“You’re the worst tour guide I’ve ever had.” Harry chuckled, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He brought his sunglasses from his forehead to his eyes as he smiled down to me.

I gasped in fake offense, “I’m giving you the inside scoop, Harry. How dare you.” I joked, my hand releasing from his as I brought it to my chest.

“I already know this was where Spider-Man was shot, B.” he laughed, shaking his head as he looked around where we stood in Times Square.

It was our second date, having only met three days ago. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other, I knew I couldn’t get enough of him. He had told me that he was supposed to be back in London by now, but he didn’t want to leave me just yet.

I felt bad for keeping him in New York, keeping him from his priorities, but he had an apartment here. It wasn’t too far from the city, and he had been staying in it. It was nicer than my apartment would ever be, but he said he never really used it so he was happy that he was finally getting his money’s worth.

“I’ve been here plenty of times, I’ve been to the major places. Times Square. Central Park. Bryant Park.” he moaned, feet dragging to pull me from the crowded area that was littered with tourists. “C'mon, tell me something I don’t already know.” he begged.

We walked the busy streets, my free hand tapping against my chin as I thought of anything he might not know about my state.

I pointed at the street corner across from where we stood, “Right there, Fleetwood Mac’s first actual show in New York was done on that street corner.” I said, nodding as he gawked at the spot. A smile forming on his face, “Really?”

“No.” I sighed, my facade fading. He laughed, “To be honest, I don’t really know much about New York besides the fact that I live here.” I stated.

His thumb rubbed softly across my knuckles as we continued down the sidewalk, “You talked a big game last night, told me you’d show me the ropes.” he mocked, I tried to cut him off but he kept going, “What was it you said, ‘I can show you the New York you won’t get from an actual tour guide, I can show you the real cool shit’.” he continued, trying his best to reenact my voice from the night prior. “You don’t know anything.”

“I just wanted a reason to see you again, to be honest.” I answered truthfully. My cheeks heating, my entire body feeling as if it was on fire even in the cold air.

His eyes fell on mine, a small smile flashing on his face as he removed his sunglasses. “I was seeing you today no matter what. The tour was a bonus.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want to see me if you didn’t have to.” I breathed, my stomach twisting. I hadn’t felt this way in my entire life. My connection with Harry was indescribable, we were magnetic. I was drawn to every part of him.

I wanted to know everything about him, I wanted to have him in my life because I knew it would hurt if he wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me. I had never wanted to be with anyone more, and we had only known each other for three days.

Our first date practically ran into our second one, we had spent last night together until the sun had come up. Neither of us having the heart to say goodbye to the other.

We sat on my front porch, talking aimlessly and telling each other stories about stupid things we had done in our lives. He told me about his career and I told him about my family. He told me about his houses, and how his favorite place to spend time in was in California. I told him I had always wanted to visit there but had never really seen myself living anywhere but the East Coast.

It wasn’t until a boy had thrown the morning paper against his shins that we even realized we spent the last eight hours just talking.

We reluctantly split to get a little sleep, but that didn’t last long before he texted me asking for that tour I had promised him during dinner.

He stopped in front of me, his hands gripping the sides of my arms, “I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.” he breathed, and my body was engulfed in heat once more.

“You have this effect on me, one no one else has had before.” it was if he was reading my thoughts. He looked as flustered as I felt, as if he was finding it hard to keep his eyes on mine and talk at the same time.

“I could say the same for you.” I mumbled, my voice barely making sound. I was surprised he even heard me, but I knew he had when his face lit up.

“It’s like you have this spell on me, when I’m not with you. I want to be. If I’m not talking to you, my day seems to drag. I think about you constantly. There hasn’t been a second in the past three days where I can’t envision your smile. Or your eyes. Or hear your laugh.” he ranted, as it began getting harder for me to breathe. I hadn’t expected him to feel as strongly as I had.

“It’s not even a spell, it’s a curse. The best possible curse, you’ve bewitched my mind completely and there’s no antidote for it.” his face fell closer to mine as we backed closer to the brick building behind me. “And if there is an antidote, I don’t fucking want it.”

His eyes fell from mine to my lips, wetting his as he pushed closer, “I just want you.” he said before his lips pressed against mine.

Everything he had said was swimming in my mind, he had such a way with words. I could never put my feelings that beautifully, but he had summed up everything I had felt.

My body could barely register what was happening, I was kissing, who I assumed to be, the man of my dreams for the first time.

I was stiff, unable to move as he continued to crash his lips to mine, “Kiss me back, please. I need you to kiss back.” he said between pecks to my lips, “I need to know this isn’t a dream. That I’m not gonna’ wake up and you be gone.” he pleaded, and my body melted into his.

My hands laced into his hair, my lips moving in time with his. His lips feeling better than any other person I’ve ever kissed, as if everyone else’s lips before his were practice leading to this very moment. I had never been kissed like this before. His passion flowing into me, it was overwhelming but also not enough.

When we finally separated, it was as if I had forgotten that I ever learned to breathe. His lazy smile warning my bones better than any coat could. His eyes half heartedly opened, as he looked down to me.

We just took in one another, memorizing parts of each other’s faces that we hadn’t seen this close before. The curve of his lips, his slight stubble, the tiny freckles that were barely visible from afar. Everything. I wanted to remember everything.

It wasn’t until people started to fumble into us that we realized we should probably move, his fingers intertwined with mine as he hopped to the side, “Let’s keep this bullshit tour going.” he joked.

“Hey! I have some good facts!” I appalled, knowing I had no good facts. He shot me a look from over his sunglasses he had placed back onto his eyes. I nodded, “Okay, okay, I have made up mediocre facts at best.” to which he approved, nodding back.

We walked silently, hand in hand, stupid smiles plastered across our faces.

“WAIT! I know one!” I screeched, my feet glued to the spot yanking Harry’s arm in response as he stumbled to a stop. “What?!” he laughed, out of breath from trying to catch himself.

“Did you know, there are 238 Starbucks in New York alone?” I smiled, proud of my fact. He looked to me with raised brows, seeming impressed, “I did not.”

“There’s something you didn’t know.”

I couldn’t breathe.

My hand was clutching the fabric on my chest, pulling from my body as if it would make my heart hurt less. His words stung harder than they ever had.

I knew this song was about me, there was no way that it wasn’t.

As far as I knew, Harry had left New York a month after we had split. He went back to California to write his album, there was no one else he had here.

It had to be about me.

“Brooklyn saw me..” I paused the song.

That was my name. That was MY fucking name. He said my name. It sounded so sweet after not hearing it for months now, I didn’t even care if it was my full name. It was literally music to my ears.

I know the irony of living in a state where a town has the same name as you, but I knew that line was to me.

I knew he didn’t mean the town had seen him. He said my name. My name was in his album.

What could that have meant? I needed to ask him. I needed to know. I needed him, I knew I did. I knew that I needed him back.

I picked up my phone, unlocking it before I typed in his number, I needed to know what this had meant. If he still wanted me like he use to, I know for damn sure I still wanted him.

Fuck doing what’s “best”, I needed Harry.

Before my finger could hit “call”, it began to vibrate, Lily’s name flashing on the screen. I accepted it with a shaky hand, tears falling from my face as I didn’t even say “hello”, just openly sobbed on the line.

Immediately, she tried to soothe me.

“I should’ve came over, I knew this one would be a rough one..” she whispered, her tone calming and sympathetic. “I need to talk to him, Lil.” I croaked, my words heavily filtered through tears. My throat feeling as if it was closing up entirely with every breath.

“As much as I would love that, you can’t.” she sighed, which only made my breathing more irregular. My phone fell from my hands and onto my bed. My hands grabbed at my shirt as I fell beside my phone, my legs curling into my chest as I cried.

I had never cried like this before, I had never felt like this before. Maybe this is what I needed, I felt as if every single emotion I had held in from the breakup was spilling out of my body all at once.

My chest felt heavy, as if it was caving in on me. My cries growing as I heard Lily screaming out to me from my phone.

“BROOKLYN, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” she screeched as I brought the phone back to my ear, my grip on it shaky. I sniffed and that was enough for her to know I was listening.

She sighed, “Thank God,” she whispered before continuing, “I know you want to call him, I know that this is hard and I knew it would be tough for you not to miss him after this. But remember, you need to do this. You need to listen to the whole thing in its entirety before you do anything you might regret. If you’re thinking about calling him, call me instead. Just until you feel like you’re head’s on straight. But, if you still feel that way when you calm down, do it. Just, think before you do anything, please.”

I nodded, even though I knew she couldn’t see it. “Okay.” I squeaked, my throat not fully recovered from my breakdown. “I love you, only two songs left.” she said before the call was ended.

I took a deep breath, wiping the tears from my face before placing my finger above the play button. “Just two more songs.” I repeated, using it as a mantra to convince myself that I could finish the album. “Two more songs.” I said, hitting the play button once more.

“I’m tired of this shit!” Harry yelled, his fist balled as he turned to swing at the wall behind him. His knuckles connected with the space behind him, a loud boom echoing through the house as I stood before him terrified.

I had never seen him like this, I had never seen him so broken before. We had been together two weeks, everything about each other was still fresh. He had never cried in front of me. His eyes were red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. “Baby, it’s gonna’ be okay.” I tried, hoping my voice sounded stronger than how I felt.

“It’s not! They can’t just keep making all of these crazy theories about me! It’s not fair that they can just say whatever they want and have people believe that I’m this person! I’m tired of it.” he argued, pointing down to his computer screen.

Someone had sent him an article, one of many that he had been dealing with for years of his fame. Another woman had stepped forward, claiming to having a relationship with him that was false. Saying that he was an asshole and treated her poorly, when he had only met her once for only a couple seconds.

It was long enough for the paparazzi to snap a few photos, making it seem like the allegations were true.

“Who gives a shit what other people think?” I asked, my arms flying up as I moved to shut the laptop. He turned to me, his face twisted. I never wanted to see him like this, he didn’t deserve it. He was one of the most kindhearted individuals I had ever met, and I hated that people could blatantly lie to make him seem like he wasn’t.

His lips puffed soft air before tears fell from his eyes again, his body sinking to the floor as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Bringing them closer to his chest with his forehead resting on top of them.

My body instinctively flew to him, falling on my knees before him as I wrapped him in my arms. “Everyone who really knows you, knows this is all bullshit. These people have nothing better to do with their lives and just want their fifteen seconds of fame. Your fans know you’re not like this, they know everything bad written about you is bullshit. The paparazzi want to make you feel like this, don’t let them.” I coo'ed pressing gentle kisses to his hairline.

“We need to get out of here, we need to go somewhere they won’t find us and we need to have a good ass night that’ll make you forget about everything they’ve said.” I suggested, hoping that something would click to make him stop crying. I couldn’t handle seeing him cry, I needed him to smile.

He sniffled, his head lifting as he kept his eyes focused on his knees, “Where could we go?” he asked, and a smile grew on my face. “I know just the place.”

Lily had picked us up without question, she knew whenever I asked to go to “our spot” it was always with good reason. It was where we would go to think, it was where a lot of people went to think. It wasn’t somewhere most people knew about unless you lived in New York for awhile.

“Remember our second date?” I asked Harry from the front seat of Lily’s car. He nodded, not having said much since we left his apartment. “Well considering it was only last week, I was hoping you did.” I joked, trying my best to get him to smile. It worked slightly.

“Well, where we’re about to take you is that ‘real cool shit’ I promised you.” I said, turning back to Lily who nodded, “I haven’t been here in awhile.” she added, pulling into the parking lot of an abandoned hotel.

I glanced to Harry from the rear view mirror, his eyes lighting curiously at the sight before him. “Are we even allowed here?” he asked, turning over to face the two of us.

We looked to each other before shrugged, “Probably not, let’s go.” Lily said, hoping out of the car.

We made our way to the side of the building, where previous teenagers had kicked a wall in. Harry took in the situation around him, seeing the old broken bricks surrounding the outside that had been overtaken by trees and grass. “Come on.” I smiled, ducking down behind Lily and walking into the hotel.

Harry hesitantly crouched down as I extended my hand to him, the dark room before us not seeming to make him feel any better about where we were. “What are we..” he started before I lifted my finger to him, dragging him behind Lily who lit up the room with her cellphone.

The sound of music thumping grew louder as we walked further into the hall outside of the room. I smiled, knowing how concerned I was the first time Lily had shown me this place. Knowing how that’s exactly how Harry was probably feeling at this very moment.

“I think a couple people are here already.” Lily said, reaching for the door handle to the pool room. “Did you tell anyone we were coming?” I asked, and instead of a response she just turned to me and smiled. “Of course you did.” I laughed.

When she opened the door, the music blared throughout the poolroom. Neon signs and graffiti still adorned the walls, the speaker system seemed to have been modified since the last time I was here.

A few people were scattered throughout the room, lounging on the mismatched furniture that replaced the pool chairs that once filled the area. They nodded to us, screaming “hey’s” with their arms raised.

“What is this place?” Harry asked, a smile on his features as he took in the area. “This is where we come when we’re having a bad day. It’s completely secluded, no one really knows about it besides the people who set it up.” I explained, moving over to make my way to the pool.

“C'mon.” I smiled, taking his fingers in mine before pulling him with me. “I don’t have anything to change into.” he retorted, using his free hand to point at the pool. “Don’t worry,” I said, continuing to drag him. “It’s empty.” I added, bringing him to the edge.

The pool had been drained years ago, we had replaced the water with mattresses and pillows. I sat on the edge, “You coming?” I asked before sliding down the wall and bouncing on a mattress beneath me.

When I looked up, he was smiling. His head shaking as he moved slowly to sit at the edge of the pool, “Get your sweet ass down here!” I yelled, rolling from the spot I had landed so we didn’t collide.

He raised his eyebrows, people clapping him on as all attention was on him. He looked around as people cheered for him, it was an eighteen foot drop so the first time you do it is always a little intimidating.

He laughed, listening to everyone encouraging him to go, including myself. He smiled down to me, shaking his head before taking a deep breath and sliding down the side. Everyone’s voices melting together and they screamed when he hit the mattresses.

He stood up with his arms in the air, everyone continuing to clap for him as he flopped beside me. We both laughed and reached for one another, cuddling into each other’s bodies. “Thank you.” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I nodded, inhaling deeply, thankful that he was feeling better. “I hate seeing you upset.” I confessed, nuzzling my head into his chest. His fingers absentmindedly traced my spine, sighing. “I was praying you’d never have to. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s human to have emotions. If we didn’t, then it’d be like talking to walls.” I laughed, he joined in, bringing his free hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Whenever I was upset, I use to talk to the walls.”

I looked at him with an amused expression, “I could confess shit to walls, things I wouldn’t tell other people. I don’t know, it made me feel better. I use to do it when I was really upset. I don’t do it anymore. I haven’t in awhile.” he explained. “That oddly makes sense. It’s weird as fuck, but it makes sense.” I smiled as he stuck his tongue out to me.

“You know, I really like you.” he said, his voice low as he combed through my hair with his fingers lightly. His head moving down to look into my eyes. I smiled, feeling the happiest I’d ever felt in awhile.

“Tell me something I don’t already know.” I teased, as he playfully pushed me away from him. “That’s enough from you.”

“And I’ve been praying, ever since New York.” his voice sang, his tone sounding weaker than in his previous songs.

“Don’t call him. Don’t call him. You promised Lily you wouldn’t call him until the end of the album.” I stated over and over, my body slightly swaying back and forth as I waiting for the song to end.

I needed the song to end. I couldn’t take it, I needed it to be done and over with.

“Only two more songs.” I stated, “This is the worst one of them all, I just have to get through this one.” I cried, my body moving at a faster pace. “Don’t call him.” I warned myself, noticing my eyes had drifted towards my discarded cell phone.

“He probably doesn’t even wanna’ talk to you.” I fought myself, my head finding the pillow behind me as my arms crossed over my face. “He probably hates you.” I continued. “You hurt him, and now you want him back?”

“You’re a terrible person.” I said, laughing at the fact that I was arguing with myself. “You’re also insane.” I added, shaking my head as my arms flopped to my sides.

I sighed, “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

ONLY TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT! lemme know if you guys like it. xx