She thinks about his fame and fortune and knows there’s not much she can offer someone who already has such an amazing life.
She sees the hordes of girls, with their crop tops and short skirts, and wonders if he thinks about how pretty and eager they are.
She hears the radio and television interviews, constantly reminded of how charming and effortlessly likable he is, and worries if he ever finds her boring.
She knows how talented he is, and that it’s almost guaranteed that his momentum will only grow, propelling him to greater success at the top of the charts and in the hearts of even more millions, and she is afraid she will be left behind.
She gets lonely when he’s on tour, spending her nights in front of her computer, waiting for YouTube videos to be posted of his concerts. She’s always so proud of him, but she can’t stave off the feeling of being far too far away. She trusts him, she always trusts him, but maybe, sometimes, she feels a little jealous of how every desire imaginable is constantly at his fingertips.
She’s heard it from family and friends a million times; that he wouldn’t be with her if he didn’t want to, that he chose her for all the things that are lovely and special and right about her, that they can tell by the way he looks at her, speaks of her, that she is everything to him.
But, sometimes, she can’t help it.
Zayn notices Harry’s look of concern as he reaches across the table and takes her hand. She’d been zoning out, musing on her own insecurities, and she must have a troubled frown on her face and a touch of moisture in her eyes.
“Everything all right?”
“Sure,” she squeezes his hand and smiles her brightest smile. “Everything’s fine.”
She thinks about his fame and fortune and knows there’s not much she can offer someone who already has such an amazing life.
She sees the hordes of girls, with their crop tops and short skirts, and wonders if he thinks about how pretty and eager they are.
She hears the radio and television interviews, constantly reminded of how charming and effortlessly likable he is, and worries if he ever finds her boring.
She knows how talented he is, and that it’s almost guaranteed that his momentum will only grow, propelling him to greater success at the top of the charts and in the hearts of even more millions, and she is afraid she will be left behind.
She gets lonely when he’s on tour, spending her nights in front of her computer, waiting for YouTube videos to be posted of his concerts. She’s always so proud of him, but she can’t stave off the feeling of being far too far away. She trusts him, she always trusts him, but maybe, sometimes, she feels a little jealous of how every desire imaginable is constantly at his fingertips.
She’s heard it from family and friends a million times; that he wouldn’t be with her if he didn’t want to, that he chose her for all the things that are lovely and special and right about her, that they can tell by the way he looks at her, speaks of her, that she is everything to him.
But, sometimes, she can’t help it.
Zayn notices Harry’s look of concern as he reaches across the table and takes her hand. She’d been zoning out, musing on her own insecurities, and she must have a troubled frown on her face and a touch of moisture in her eyes.
“Everything all right?”
“Sure,” she squeezes his hand and smiles her brightest smile. “Everything’s fine.”
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314 words was a real challenge for me, but I was pleased with how this came out.
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This one was rather challenging for me, so I'm really glad it turned out well.
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