#muse. harry

[ofchaoticmuses]

He didn't know where he was running to, or what exactly he was running from. It wasn't as if the male could run from himself, no, he was stuck with him as long as there was air in his lungs. He spent a few hours running around London, willing his mind to just... clear up. And another hour later, he's walking into the shared apartment with Louis. He was quiet as he walked in, it was still early and Harry had no doubt Louis and Danielle were sleeping. And there was that guilt again. Swallowing it down, Harry's feet carried him to Louis' room. Stop, stop, stop. The tiny voice repeated in his mind, yet Harry didn't stop. Quietly, he opens the door, pauses and thinks for a minute. He knew what was inside, Louis and Danielle, likely cozied up just as he was with Taylor not more than a few hours ago. A breath is loosed before he changes his mind, gently closing the door with a click. A shower, he needed to shower. Cold, hot, he didn't fucking care. Making his way to the bathroom, Harry looked up when he heard the padding of footsteps and hues met with Louis' in the dark hallway - "Did I wake you?" | @ofalwaysyours

[ofchaoticmuses]

Guilt, longing, grief, anger and even more guilt kept Harry awake at night while Taylor slept peacefully beside him. He inhales a deep breath, curls falling over his eyes as he looks to the sleeping beauty next to him. She was perfect, and him? Fuck, she deserved so much better than him. Gently, he runs the pad of his finger along her jawline, then down the slope of her nose and gently over the softness of her lips. Lips, Harry could get lost in kissing for hours if she allowed him. For a few long seconds, Harry's emerald hues stay on the blonde, the moonlight that cracked through the curtains casting upon her porcelain features. He gently moves closer to her, and in doing so, pulls her closer to him, pressing lips to her forehead before he rests his chin atop her head, fingers making lazy shapes in her skin. "You have no idea how much I love you." The words were quiet in the night, and Harry knew she was asleep but he said it anyways. The love coated his tone, but mixed in there was the guilt and the grief that he kept to himself. His hand flattens on the low of her back, running along her hips, then to her stomach. "So, so much." The words were a whisper before placing another kiss to her head. And gently, Harry moved from the bed hoping to not wake her up in the midst. He had too much on his mind, and he needed to go for a run. Getting changed into his workout clothes, Harry quietly made his way out of the house and went for a run. He didn't know how much time had passed until he's walking back into her place, "Love? Are you awake?" | @ofalwaysyours