Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
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38. Kiss Me Slowly

I sat on the bench, my head lying on Harry's chest. I look down at my bracelet, smiling like a little goofball. I could not believe that through everything that I have been through, I could end up with someone as loving and good as Harry. He is my complete other half, and to tell you the truth; I could not live without him. Now that may sound a bit cliche, but I am completely serious. He is everything to me, and I have no clue where I would be if he was not in my life. I would probably be dead. 

   His hands ran through my light brown wavy hair, my eyes slowly drifting off to sleep. He suddenly started to hum a tune to me, a big smile forming on the tip of my lips. He was humming my favorite song by them. He was humming Little Things to me, and it just so happened to be his verse. 

  I know you'll never love the sound of your voice on tape
 You never want to know how much you weigh
 You still have to squeeze into your jeans
 But you're perfect to me

Every single part of that song fits me perfectly. I hate the sound of my voice on a video or tape, because I sound all nasally and gross. All of my jeans I have to squeeze into because they are always tight in the waist. The only parts that don't fit me are when they say 'Perfect'. I am far from perfect to anyone. I have more baggage on my shoulder than anyone I have ever met. I am weighing him down and I really don't think it is fair to him.

  "Harry?" I call to him, causing him to shake the hair that is hanging in his face to the side.

 "Mhm?" He answers, now looking me directly in the eyes.

 "Why do you love me?" I ask him.

 He pulls me up off his lap and looks at me in the eyes, a bit of frustration showing in his facial expressions.

 "Why do you need to ask me that?" He mutters, placing his hands on my shoulders.

 "Because I have so much weight on my shoulders that I just seem to dump onto you. It isn't fair to you to have a girl who is such a mess in your life. I am sorry.." I whisper, a single tear falling down my cheek.

 "First of all, you are one emotional girl, aren't you? Secondly, no matter what happens to you, I am always here for you. I love you because you are you. You are the most beautiful girl I have every laid my eyes on. I wouldn't want my life to be anything else than what it is right now." He says, causing a big smile to creep onto my pale face.

 As if on cue, rain starts to fall from the sky, which soon turns into pouring rain. A shriek comes out of my mouth, and I start to run towards his car. A strong hand grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. He looks at me with compassion in his eyes, as water is dripping down both of our faces.

 "Harry! What are you doing? It is pouring out here!" I yell at him, hitting him on the arm, which causes him to smile.

 "I need to to something." He says.

 "What?" I question him, confused on what he was talking about, trying to get free of his grasp.

 "Don't run....just kiss me."

He slams his soft lips on mine, kissing me very sweetly and slowly.

My first kiss in the rain. 


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