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. *One Direction Story* Please read! :) xxx

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9. Little Things

I woke up the next morning, cuddled next to Harry on the couch. Our hands were intertwined and his other arm had a full grasp on me. I tried turning around, which resulted in Harry groaning.

 "Morning sleepy head." I whispered, a smile on my face.

 "Morning sweetie." He yawned, me blushing a tad bit.

 I don't know why, but this boy has a big affect on me. Whatever he does or says to me, it feels like I'm living in a dream. No guy has ever cared for me like he does. I got up off the couch and looked down at a smirking Harry. All of the sudden, he pulled me back down to him and started tickling me.

 "H-HARRY! S-STOP IT!" I giggled, gasping for air.

 "What is all the commotion out here?" Niall asked, coming into the room with just his boxers on.

 "Just tickling her." He winked, pulling me into his arms.

 "Okay. Well I'm heading out to the store. It seems like we have no food in this place!" Niall said, walking towards the door.

 "There's never enough food for you, Niall!" Harry called back to him, before he shut the front door behind him.

 "So, does he live here?" I asked him,sitting up next to him on the couch.

 "Yes, him and my other band mate, Louis." He replied.

 "Where is he at?" 

 "He's with the other boys, in the states, doing a signing." He said, getting up to put a t shirt on.

 "Why didn't you go?" I asked, confused a little bit.

 'Because I wanted to get away from it all for a little bit. Be here in my hometown." He states, him flipping his hair to the side.

 "You are from Holmes Chapel?" 

 "Yes, I grew up here." He smiled, laying his head on my lap, me playing with his curls.

 "Oh." I simply say, causing him to chuckle.

 I look at the time, and freeze. It is eight in the morning. I have a half and hour until I have to be at school. I lifted Harry's head off my lap and ran to the bathroom. I quick fixed my hair and cleaned up any makeup that smeared and smiled dryly at the mirror.

 "Are you okay?" Harry asked, concern filling his deep voice.

 "Yeah, I just have to get ready. I can't be late." I say, opening the door and running to the front door to retrieve my shoes.

 "Late for what?" He questioned.

 "School! I can't miss any classes in my last year! It would look bad!" I told him slipping my toms on my feet.

 "Senior year..such a fun year!" Harry smiled, causing me to giggle.

 "Your laugh..it's just so adorable." He says cheekily, causing me to blush.

 "Thanks." I mutter, a shy smile forming on my face.

 "You get crinkles by your eyes when you smile...I love that." He points out, pushing his finger onto my deep red cheeks.

 "Do you enjoy torturing me?" I tease, putting my jacket on.

 "It's those little things about you that make me love you though." He smiles.

 "Thank you. Goodbye Harry." I say, giving him a big hug.

 "Bye Amelia." He replies, squeezing me harder before letting me go.

 I walked out of his flat, smiling like a big idiot. I knew that this feeling was going to leave me very soon though, as I was going to walk into the death trap known as High School. Everyone hates me. Great.

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