Okay, so here's my request idea (and you can text me if you need more deets) but I was reading the second part of your Niall mini series, specifically the part where Niall and Harry are having their little chat outside, from the way Harry was talking it made him seem like he had had a similar type of experience to Niall's. So I thought MAYBE you could write a blurb for me about Harry and HIS experience with a girl he met (me specifically)...
(request continued… multiple times when they stayed for several days in a specific area, and how he fell for her and started to get to know her, but when they had to pack up and leave he didn’t know when he was going to be able to see her again, and that’s what he’s alluding to when he’s talking to Niall… Does that make sense At ALL? Or does it just sound like rambling?)
For my best friend, as a tiny token of my love and appreciation for your daily encouragement & endless support in me! I love you, Arielle! xxx
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(His P.O.V.)
“Are you alright?” I asked from the doorway as I slid myself down the wall, sitting next to Niall on the cold ground. “Sorry. I just– I needed some fresh air.” Niall turned his head in my direction. I furrowed my eyebrows concernedly at him and asked, “What happened back there?” I could tell he was racking his brain for answers that he didn’t quite have. “I dunno. I can’t explain this feeling,” he muttered finally,kneading his hands together in his lap, “it’s this girl.” I chuckled thoughtfully, lazily pushing the sweaty hair back off my forehead. “Isn’t it always, mate?” Niall couldn’t help but smirk, nudging me with his shoulder, “It’s different this time, Harry” he uttered, shrugging halfheartedly as an unspoken reasoning, “she’s different. There’s just something special about this girl, and all I want is a chance to know her better.” He stopped, looking up at the blackened sky overhead, “I dunno. That probably sounds dumb.” I shook my head, my own gaze reaching up to the star filled sky. “Nah,” I muttered, shifting beside him, “I get it. Sometimes all this meeting and disappearing gets old. Frustrating. You can’t help but want something more. Something lasting. Hell, something real.” I pinched my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger, mind racing with my own thoughts. With my own memories. I could see her face as if I’d only just seen her in the other room, minutes ago. I could see her smile, and hear the way her hearty laugh rang effortlessly from her smooth lips. I could picture her beside me, and the countless moments we’d shared together that summer. I remember every second so vividly, and I swear it plays on an endless loop in my mind, haunting my nights with bittersweet memories. Drowning my thoughts in all the moments shared, and in everything we never got the chance to. It was a big city, and the thought of meeting someone had never even crossed my mind, let alone the possibility of finding something so real. But the second we met, and the instant she flashed me that warm smile of hers, I knew she was a game changer. I’d spent every free minute with her, and the times when we were apart, I filled those minutes with thoughts of her. It was a summer romance that belonged within the pages of a classic novel. We were living in our own secret romance, just savoring every second of time like it was our last. It was thrilling, and unnerving in the best way possible, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. But the part that I still think about most often, is the moment we said goodbye. There had been silent tears in her eyes as she tried not to cry. As we both tried to hold on to something that was slowly slipping away, whether we wanted it to or not. And as I kissed those blush pink lips for the last time, I finally understood what it felt like to have a broken heart. I shook my head, clearing away the memories, and shoving them back in their dusty corner of my brain. “We’re only human after all,” I stated sadly, patting Niall on the shoulder before excusing myself.
