Stay.

Stay is a songfic/oneshot based on the song Stay by Rihanna and Mikky Ekko.
*Warning* Eating disorder is mentioned in this story.

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1. Stay.

 

Stay. Oneshot/Songfic.   *Your POV* I walked to the terrace. Our terrace. I closed the door behind me. I sat down and leaned against the glass window, that separated the outside and inside. I had walked out of our argument. The things we said to each other, the way we spoke all of it too much. I pulled my legs into my body and wrapped my arms them. I felt the first tear rolling down my cheek. The others weren’t countable.    All along it was a fever A cold sweat hot-headed believers   In the start it was passionate and loving, now it’s fights and arguments. We would always push each other over the line. If I tried to look at the line at the position we are in now, it would be a dot.   I threw my hands in the air I said “show me something” He said, “If you dare come a little closer”   Earlier I had shouted that he should turn the damn tv off when I talked to him and pay attention to me. He had shouted back that I should leave him alone, since he wanted to relax. He didn’t understand my point about him never paying attention to me. Towards the end of the argument I had thrown my hands in the air and shouted “show me something!” He had replied “If you dare come a little closer!” I knew his kind of temper. He never hit me, but bruised arms marked with his fingers have been there many times. “You’re crazy if you think I would do that.” I’ve said before walking to the terrace.    Round and around and around and around we go Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know   It didn’t feel right anymore. It wasn’t love anymore. Maybe it never been love, maybe we were in love with the thought about it being love. I don’t know anymore.    Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move   I’m torn between two parts. The one that loved his smile, dimples, curly ringlets of hair, eyes, hell even the way he walked I loved. And the part that wasn’t sure about the relationship.   Makes me feel like I can't live without you   Even though I’m torn between the two parts, I know I wasn’t able to choose the second and walk outside the front door. Not in a situation like this. I was connected to him. Where ever he’ll go, I’ll follow. Like a magnet. Harry was my power.   It takes me all the way I want you to stay   I want to stay, I want him to stay, I want us to stay. But not in the way it is now.   *Harry’s POV*   It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take, it's given   I didn’t feel like it meant anything to her anymore. I would be working all day come home tired, all I wanted to do was relax. Why couldn’t she understand that? Was it too much to ask for?    Round and around and around and around we go   What are we doing? All we do is fight and argument, it shouldn’t be like this. We should be kissing and holding each other in our arms. Not fight.    Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know   She must feel the same way. I mean she’s a part of the arguments she knows how often they happen. I’m blaming neither of us, it’s not our fault we drive each other crazy.    Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move   I don’t know what to do anymore. As much as I care about her, I know we can’t keep doing this.    Makes me feel like I can't live without you   When I think back we never said the three words. And to be honest I think I do love her. I really care about her and I know in my heart I love her. But what if the love never been between us?    It takes me all the way I want you to stay   I don’t want to lose her. I want her to stay with me. I don’t want any other girl, but her she’s my girl.   *Your POV*   Ohhh the reason I hold on Ohhh cause I need this hole gone   I covered my hands with my long sleeves and wiped some of my tears away. Well actually it was Harry’s sleeves. It fit Harry perfectly, but with my smaller frame the sleeves were too long and it was almost like a thin sweater. Every time we fought the hole in my chest grew. I’m still waiting for it to disappear, it need to disappear.    Funny you’re the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving   When we first started going out I was in a really dark place. Eating disorder was a part of me that haunted me every day, I felt useless. Harry removed my thoughts with his words and constantly caring. He saved me, even when he was in a tough situation himself. He was broken and I needed him. We needed each other to hold each other up.    ‘Cause when you never see the lights it's hard to know Which one of us is caving.   We are in a dark place right now. When we held each other up Harry would be full of energy, we wouldn’t fight and my body would have curves. Harry got bags under his eyes, we fight every other minute and my legs look like a child’s.    Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move I dropped my head and rested my forehead on my knees. I sat sobbing to myself listening to the traffic of London. It was dark now, I must have been here for two-three hours. I head the door open and looked up at the male standing in front of me. Harry.   Makes me feel like I can't live without you   He sat down beside me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I was numb, sobbing against his chest.    It takes me all the way   “I’m sorry. For everything, I really haven’t been paying attention to you. Look at your legs, they’re like my over-arms. They shouldn’t be thin, it’s my job to keep you up and your eating disorder away. And I know we can make this work. I love you.” He spoke into my hair and kissing my scalp. “I love you too.” I replied.   I want you to stay, stay I want you to stay, ohhh   “I want you to stay with me.” He whispered.  I nodded and he lifted my chin, kissing my lips softly. The kiss said more than one thousand things, but one thing shined through the others; I’m sorry.

 

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