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Harry's Hidden Emotions

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“Drifting, weightless waves cannot break this because we try so hard to save it it is not too hard to save it” Harry mumbled the lyrics he had been fumbling with for hours. Feeling unsuccessful, he leaned back and rubbed his temple with his large hands. Singing had always been something he was extremely fond of, as he found it soothing to write all of his hidden feelings onto a page that only he could look at. Writing songs was not as easy as he had thought it would be. Sure, getting the chords down was straightforward enough, but he never seemed to be able to find the words that went with them. Harry assumed the problem was that he had never actually been in love before. How can you write a song about something you know nothing about? …show more content…

Sighing, Harry realized the lyrics would have to wait for another day. “Harry Edward Styles! Are you ready to leave or not?!” His mom yelled up the stairs. He whipped his headphones out of his ears, realizing from her aggravated tone that she must have been calling him downstairs for quite some time. "Coming,” Harry hollered down to her as he flung the suitcase on his bed shut. Although he was in a rush, he closed the suitcase slowly because he liked to watch each side of the chain come together as the slider zipped the bag closed. It was one of those soothing things that relaxed him. It seemed to slow time down, even when everything around Harry was going too fast. His mom had told him that ever since he was a little boy he had a bunch of these strange quirks, and Harry never knew if that was a good thing. He usually strayed from anything that would make him stand out. “Harry! The bus is going to arrive in ten minutes and you still have to eat something. Niall will be here in 5. HURRY UP!” his irritated mother called up to him once …show more content…

Nothing could make him tear his gaze away until Niall tugged on Harry’s sleeve, motioning for him to shove his things in a row of luggage compartments on the roof of the bus. “O-Ok,” he stuttered. Although he felt quite weak in that moment, he managed to place his bags above his head, blushing when he felt his shirt fly up as he lifted his arms, exposing the bottom of his smooth tattooed stomach. He had always loved getting tattoos because no one truly knew what they meant but him. They all had a special meaning that no one could take away from him. Finally, he lowered his arms when his bags were settled nicely, and he quickly pulled down his shirt. Before he sat down he looked diagonally one row behind him to where the unknown boy was. Even with the boy's curls covering part of his eyes, Harry could still see the alluring blue eyes fixated on him. The boy smirked at Harry and he felt his cheeks start to burn. Usually the moment he saw anyone’s eyes peering at him, he would look away so fast it would seem like he hadn’t seen them. Somehow, it was different with this boy. Harry was not afraid of making eye contact with him. He didn’t know why, and that fact scared him, but almost in a good

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