What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
Trying and Using Metaphors
Harry’s POV
I’m getting really worried about Harmony. All she’s been doing since Gracie’s death is cried. She only stops when I make her shower or eat. I’m sad too, but I want to be strong for the both of us. I need to be strong for her and for Gracie. I only wish this never had happened. That Gracie had lived, and we could be a perfect family, but you can’t always have it your way. Stupid Burger King.
As I get back from the studio, I go to check on Harmony again. She only has two more weeks until she has to go back to work. Danielle is getting next week off to come here, and they will fly back together.
“Harmony, love, you need to eat.”
“Why should I? I’m the fault of killing my own child. I don’t deserve to eat,” she cried into her pillow.
“It wasn’t your fault, Har. You didn’t kill her; it just happened.”
“You’re right, it’s not my fault. It’s the man who kicked me and made her deformed. She could have lived if people in this world could just be nicer.”
“I know, sweetie, but you really need to eat. If not for yourself, do it for me because I can’t have another person I love dying on me.”
“Fine. Can we have mac ‘n’ cheese?” she asks.
“I’ll start cooking.”
This is how it normally went. She would complain, and I would reason. She only ate half of her dinner, and when she finished, she would sit in her room listening to music. Not happy music though, but sad and depressing music. It pained me to see her like this. It was like she was the same person she was when I first met her. She would lock herself away from the rest of the world and go to music to comfort her. I was even thinking of taking her to a psychiatrist or something, but she would just get mad at me. I’m going to let her heal her heart on her own.
After she locked herself away in her room, I went back to me and Louis’ flat to talk to Lou. He could probably help me in this situation.
“Hey, Lou, I’m really worried about Harmony. What should I do?” I ask.
“I’m not sure man. This is really hard on her. She lost her first child. Try putting yourself in her shoes. What would you do?”
“That is the most serious thing I have ever heard you say. Thanks, Lou.”
“Your welcome! Now I must leave, for my unicorn needs to be fed. See ya later! Byee!”
And there goes the seriousness, but Louis has his words of wisdom. So, how do I put myself in her shoes, metaphorically, or not. Idea time!
Harmony’s POV
As I’m sitting in the corner of my room listening to music, Harry walks in. He goes pat me towards my closet. None of his clothes are in there, so what is he doing? I pull the ear buds out of my ears and stand up.
“Harry, what are you doing?” I ask. I am dumbfounded by his actions.
“Well, Louis told me that if I want to understand how you feel, I need to put myself in your shoes, so I did.” He shows me his feet, now squishing into my favorite white converse. I laugh at his silliness, something I haven’t done in days. “See, there’s that smile I know.”
“Well, yeah, Harry, but I think Louis meant it metaphorically.”
“I know, but I wanted to hear your laugh. I’ve missed it. I know it’s hard on you; it’s hard on me too, but I think it would be best if we just moved on from what happened. The past is the past, and you can’t be like this when you’re working at the happiest place on earth.”
I smile wider. “Thank you, Harry, for trying, for being here for me, and for being the best boyfriend ever. I promise to try for you, and for Gracie, but this doesn’t mean I’ll forget permanently.”
“I know. I won’t forget either. I love you, Harmony.”
“Love you too Haz.” He pulled me into a hug a placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Now, take off my shoes. You’re stretching them.”
“No, they’re comfy. I’ll just buy you new ones.”
“They don’t even fit you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“Not anymore,” he said and took off running. I ran after him. He was pretty fast for someone that is wearing shoes that don’t fit. He sprints out of my flat. I don’t want to look underdressed, so I threw on his sweater that he left and my sock monkey slippers on top of my sweats before chasing after him. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81125920
I sped out the door just in time to see him turning the corner. I ran after him like a madman, yelling for him to stop. As I turned the corner, I saw him standing in the elevator that is now shutting. Trying to be quick on my feet, I ran towards the closing doors, but I was too late.
I have no patience for another elevator to arrive, so I took the stairs. It was tiring, and I never want to take the stairs again. Why am I even chasing him? It is just shoes. Wait, no they aren’t, they’re my favorite white converse, and he is going to ruin them. I swear that boy is dead when I reach him.
I finally reach the first floor just as the elevator opens. I glare at Harry, but he just smiles back and runs out the doors. I don’t care if I look like shit right now; he’s messed with the wrong person.
He heads for the park, but I cut through an empty alley to get there faster. It will take him an extra three minutes to go the way he’s going, but by the time I reach the park I don’t care anymore. I grab a stick and an old napkin out of my pocket and make a surrender flag. I drive it into the ground and lay down next to it. I close my eyes and wait for him to come.
Harry’s POV
As I finally get to the street of the park, I see her lying down in the middle of the grass with a makeshift surrender flag staked into the ground next to her. I chuckle to myself at her giving up like that.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I hover over her.
“Surrendering. I give up. You owe me new shoes.”
“Okay. I’ll get them tomorrow. Let’s go home,” I tell her. I’ll just get her a new pair on my way home from the studio. Simon wants us talk about something.
“Carry me?” she asks breaking me from my thoughts of the plan.
“Hop onto my back.”
She gets up slowly and jumps onto my back. She rests her head into my shoulder. I carry her all the way to her flat. When we get there I take her slippers off her feet and lay her down on her bed. I strip down into my boxers and crawl under the covers with her. This is the first time she’s let me sleep in her bed with her since Gracie’s death. I’m glad that she’s trying for me.
I’m getting really worried about Harmony. All she’s been doing since Gracie’s death is cried. She only stops when I make her shower or eat. I’m sad too, but I want to be strong for the both of us. I need to be strong for her and for Gracie. I only wish this never had happened. That Gracie had lived, and we could be a perfect family, but you can’t always have it your way. Stupid Burger King.
As I get back from the studio, I go to check on Harmony again. She only has two more weeks until she has to go back to work. Danielle is getting next week off to come here, and they will fly back together.
“Harmony, love, you need to eat.”
“Why should I? I’m the fault of killing my own child. I don’t deserve to eat,” she cried into her pillow.
“It wasn’t your fault, Har. You didn’t kill her; it just happened.”
“You’re right, it’s not my fault. It’s the man who kicked me and made her deformed. She could have lived if people in this world could just be nicer.”
“I know, sweetie, but you really need to eat. If not for yourself, do it for me because I can’t have another person I love dying on me.”
“Fine. Can we have mac ‘n’ cheese?” she asks.
“I’ll start cooking.”
This is how it normally went. She would complain, and I would reason. She only ate half of her dinner, and when she finished, she would sit in her room listening to music. Not happy music though, but sad and depressing music. It pained me to see her like this. It was like she was the same person she was when I first met her. She would lock herself away from the rest of the world and go to music to comfort her. I was even thinking of taking her to a psychiatrist or something, but she would just get mad at me. I’m going to let her heal her heart on her own.
After she locked herself away in her room, I went back to me and Louis’ flat to talk to Lou. He could probably help me in this situation.
“Hey, Lou, I’m really worried about Harmony. What should I do?” I ask.
“I’m not sure man. This is really hard on her. She lost her first child. Try putting yourself in her shoes. What would you do?”
“That is the most serious thing I have ever heard you say. Thanks, Lou.”
“Your welcome! Now I must leave, for my unicorn needs to be fed. See ya later! Byee!”
And there goes the seriousness, but Louis has his words of wisdom. So, how do I put myself in her shoes, metaphorically, or not. Idea time!
Harmony’s POV
As I’m sitting in the corner of my room listening to music, Harry walks in. He goes pat me towards my closet. None of his clothes are in there, so what is he doing? I pull the ear buds out of my ears and stand up.
“Harry, what are you doing?” I ask. I am dumbfounded by his actions.
“Well, Louis told me that if I want to understand how you feel, I need to put myself in your shoes, so I did.” He shows me his feet, now squishing into my favorite white converse. I laugh at his silliness, something I haven’t done in days. “See, there’s that smile I know.”
“Well, yeah, Harry, but I think Louis meant it metaphorically.”
“I know, but I wanted to hear your laugh. I’ve missed it. I know it’s hard on you; it’s hard on me too, but I think it would be best if we just moved on from what happened. The past is the past, and you can’t be like this when you’re working at the happiest place on earth.”
I smile wider. “Thank you, Harry, for trying, for being here for me, and for being the best boyfriend ever. I promise to try for you, and for Gracie, but this doesn’t mean I’ll forget permanently.”
“I know. I won’t forget either. I love you, Harmony.”
“Love you too Haz.” He pulled me into a hug a placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Now, take off my shoes. You’re stretching them.”
“No, they’re comfy. I’ll just buy you new ones.”
“They don’t even fit you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“Not anymore,” he said and took off running. I ran after him. He was pretty fast for someone that is wearing shoes that don’t fit. He sprints out of my flat. I don’t want to look underdressed, so I threw on his sweater that he left and my sock monkey slippers on top of my sweats before chasing after him. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81125920
I sped out the door just in time to see him turning the corner. I ran after him like a madman, yelling for him to stop. As I turned the corner, I saw him standing in the elevator that is now shutting. Trying to be quick on my feet, I ran towards the closing doors, but I was too late.
I have no patience for another elevator to arrive, so I took the stairs. It was tiring, and I never want to take the stairs again. Why am I even chasing him? It is just shoes. Wait, no they aren’t, they’re my favorite white converse, and he is going to ruin them. I swear that boy is dead when I reach him.
I finally reach the first floor just as the elevator opens. I glare at Harry, but he just smiles back and runs out the doors. I don’t care if I look like shit right now; he’s messed with the wrong person.
He heads for the park, but I cut through an empty alley to get there faster. It will take him an extra three minutes to go the way he’s going, but by the time I reach the park I don’t care anymore. I grab a stick and an old napkin out of my pocket and make a surrender flag. I drive it into the ground and lay down next to it. I close my eyes and wait for him to come.
Harry’s POV
As I finally get to the street of the park, I see her lying down in the middle of the grass with a makeshift surrender flag staked into the ground next to her. I chuckle to myself at her giving up like that.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I hover over her.
“Surrendering. I give up. You owe me new shoes.”
“Okay. I’ll get them tomorrow. Let’s go home,” I tell her. I’ll just get her a new pair on my way home from the studio. Simon wants us talk about something.
“Carry me?” she asks breaking me from my thoughts of the plan.
“Hop onto my back.”
She gets up slowly and jumps onto my back. She rests her head into my shoulder. I carry her all the way to her flat. When we get there I take her slippers off her feet and lay her down on her bed. I strip down into my boxers and crawl under the covers with her. This is the first time she’s let me sleep in her bed with her since Gracie’s death. I’m glad that she’s trying for me.
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