Broken Souls
Getting Close
Mistys' Point of View:
I walked in the room. Silence. What a surprise? I walked farther in and found he was sleeping. He really needs to get out some, it isn't healthy for him to stay cooped up in a hotel room. I decided to wake him. I walk over to his side a start shaking him gently. "Harry, Harry wake up.." Nothing. "Oh Harold." I sing songed, shaking him a bit more. Gosh is the boy dead. I got down closer to him. "Harry!" I yelled. He immediately shot up. He looked at me, rolled his eyes and layed back down. Fine, I guess we'll do this the hard way. I pulled the duvet off of him, went to the end of the bed, grabbed him by the ankles, and pulled him off. He looked up at me with pure hatred. I gave him a sly smirk. "You, need to get out of this hotel room. You'll die up here. Seriously." "Maybe I should. No one wants me. No one likes me. Everyone hates me. Nobody cares." He said, looking down. I stared at him in pure shock of his words. "Harry, now that isn't true. I want you. I like you. I care. So do the the boys. So does Brooke, El, Perrie, and Shay." "No you don't. Do not lie to me. And who in the hell is Shay?" He said. "Liams' girlfriend. Now, look at me." I crouched down in front of him. He still looked at the ground.. I sat down on the floor, moved closer, and my hand made it's way to his face. "Look. At. Me." I said slowly. He finally did. We looked deeply into each others eyes, trying to read one another. "I do care Harry." I whispered softly still looking into his deep emerald eyes.
Harrys' Point of View:
I saw it in her eyes. Her beautiful, icy blue eyes. She cares. She really does. But why? I wondered. "Why Misty? Why do you care? You barely know me." I whispered to her, still staring into her eyes. "I care, because you seem like an amazing person Harry. You've been hurt a lot. I can see the broken soul you're hiding when I look into your wonderful eyes. I care because, you need to feel like someone does and you don't. I care because, well honestly Harry. I'm not sure, but there is something bright inside you. I can see it. I just feel it. We're not that different you know.. I've been hurt. I don't have the best life, but I don't let it get to me Harry. I just move on, and be happy. Happiness is the greatest success you could ever have in life." She said to me, her voice still quite soft. Wow, she's so different from all the other girls I've met. She cares about me. She isn't using me. She isn't going to bring me down. She's Perfect. I got lost in her eyes and my thoughts. "Harry." She whispered softly breaking me from my my thoughts, but I never once broke my gaze from her beautifful eyes. She got up though, causing my gaze into her eyes to break. I saw her hand in front of me. She helped me up. "Now get dressed. We're going for a walk and we're going to get ice cream at the Braums down the street." She told me. I actually wanted to go. She had a weird effect on me. I think I can trust this girl.
Mistys' Point of View:
We walked in silence. Not an awkward silence. A very comfortable one. We got to Braums and stood in line. I got a Reese's Frozen Yogurt.. Harry got 4 scoops of cookie dough ice cream on a waffle cone. I went for my wallet in my purse and once I got it out, Harry had already finished paying. I gave him a gentle smile. We went and sat down at a table in the back. Harry broke the silence. "What did you mean by 'I don't have the best life'? He asked. I gave him a smile smile. It felt nice to know he cared. "Can that wait for another time Harry? I don't feel comfortable talking about it right now." He smiled and nodded knowingly. "Thanks." I said softly, and reached across the table and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. When we we're done, we walked back to the hotel. We walked into the lobby laughing, because of something funny Harry said. Our friends were there. They looked at us wide-eyed. Then smiled. They didn't bother us. We walked to the elevator and went up to the room. I'm really happy right now. Harry was great. When I got here he wouldn't talk to anyone, now I feel like Harry and I have known each other for years. We're getting close and for once I'm not scared of getting hurt, because I actually trust him.
I walked in the room. Silence. What a surprise? I walked farther in and found he was sleeping. He really needs to get out some, it isn't healthy for him to stay cooped up in a hotel room. I decided to wake him. I walk over to his side a start shaking him gently. "Harry, Harry wake up.." Nothing. "Oh Harold." I sing songed, shaking him a bit more. Gosh is the boy dead. I got down closer to him. "Harry!" I yelled. He immediately shot up. He looked at me, rolled his eyes and layed back down. Fine, I guess we'll do this the hard way. I pulled the duvet off of him, went to the end of the bed, grabbed him by the ankles, and pulled him off. He looked up at me with pure hatred. I gave him a sly smirk. "You, need to get out of this hotel room. You'll die up here. Seriously." "Maybe I should. No one wants me. No one likes me. Everyone hates me. Nobody cares." He said, looking down. I stared at him in pure shock of his words. "Harry, now that isn't true. I want you. I like you. I care. So do the the boys. So does Brooke, El, Perrie, and Shay." "No you don't. Do not lie to me. And who in the hell is Shay?" He said. "Liams' girlfriend. Now, look at me." I crouched down in front of him. He still looked at the ground.. I sat down on the floor, moved closer, and my hand made it's way to his face. "Look. At. Me." I said slowly. He finally did. We looked deeply into each others eyes, trying to read one another. "I do care Harry." I whispered softly still looking into his deep emerald eyes.
Harrys' Point of View:
I saw it in her eyes. Her beautiful, icy blue eyes. She cares. She really does. But why? I wondered. "Why Misty? Why do you care? You barely know me." I whispered to her, still staring into her eyes. "I care, because you seem like an amazing person Harry. You've been hurt a lot. I can see the broken soul you're hiding when I look into your wonderful eyes. I care because, you need to feel like someone does and you don't. I care because, well honestly Harry. I'm not sure, but there is something bright inside you. I can see it. I just feel it. We're not that different you know.. I've been hurt. I don't have the best life, but I don't let it get to me Harry. I just move on, and be happy. Happiness is the greatest success you could ever have in life." She said to me, her voice still quite soft. Wow, she's so different from all the other girls I've met. She cares about me. She isn't using me. She isn't going to bring me down. She's Perfect. I got lost in her eyes and my thoughts. "Harry." She whispered softly breaking me from my my thoughts, but I never once broke my gaze from her beautifful eyes. She got up though, causing my gaze into her eyes to break. I saw her hand in front of me. She helped me up. "Now get dressed. We're going for a walk and we're going to get ice cream at the Braums down the street." She told me. I actually wanted to go. She had a weird effect on me. I think I can trust this girl.
Mistys' Point of View:
We walked in silence. Not an awkward silence. A very comfortable one. We got to Braums and stood in line. I got a Reese's Frozen Yogurt.. Harry got 4 scoops of cookie dough ice cream on a waffle cone. I went for my wallet in my purse and once I got it out, Harry had already finished paying. I gave him a gentle smile. We went and sat down at a table in the back. Harry broke the silence. "What did you mean by 'I don't have the best life'? He asked. I gave him a smile smile. It felt nice to know he cared. "Can that wait for another time Harry? I don't feel comfortable talking about it right now." He smiled and nodded knowingly. "Thanks." I said softly, and reached across the table and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. When we we're done, we walked back to the hotel. We walked into the lobby laughing, because of something funny Harry said. Our friends were there. They looked at us wide-eyed. Then smiled. They didn't bother us. We walked to the elevator and went up to the room. I'm really happy right now. Harry was great. When I got here he wouldn't talk to anyone, now I feel like Harry and I have known each other for years. We're getting close and for once I'm not scared of getting hurt, because I actually trust him.
