one direction drabble!
He’d read somewhere that the most powerful words were short words. The original English, the most important words. Like home, which meant safe, warm, love.
But lately big, ugly words were sneaking into his definition of home. Responsibility, scrutiny. Pressure.
“Home sweet home,” he’d said brightly when they touched down in London, but with each step he’d felt more powerless.
Here they had no choice, were supposed to be together all the time, and lying in a hotel bed thousands of miles away from England, curled up next to Harry, he felt safe, warm, love, and not homesick at all.
But lately big, ugly words were sneaking into his definition of home. Responsibility, scrutiny. Pressure.
“Home sweet home,” he’d said brightly when they touched down in London, but with each step he’d felt more powerless.
Here they had no choice, were supposed to be together all the time, and lying in a hotel bed thousands of miles away from England, curled up next to Harry, he felt safe, warm, love, and not homesick at all.