Bubble Wrap - FletcherJudd - Standalone
Title: Bubble Wrap
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: FletcherJudd
Genre: Angst
Summary: Harry ponders over his love of Tom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mcfly or the song and lyrics to Bubble Wrap. This has never ever happened, and probably never will.
I sit here contemplating what I’ve been reduced to, a fool. Every time I experience these emotions whirling around my heart, I suffer immense pleasure. But this bliss never lasts as the wind changes and soon I am wishing I had contemplated the authenticity of his actions. Time after time I return to the same conclusion. I wish I could bubble wrap my heart in case I fall and break apart.
My furious passionate hurt elopes inside me like nothing other than a touch of lust and compassion for stupidity and all I want to do is spit my ball of flame into his beautiful face. His face, handcrafted from the gods distinct from my faded features. His two bottomless brown orbs, showing the world his tranquil soul illuminating the polarity of my blue eyes. Those tempting lips, crooked into a smile presenting that prominent indentation on the side of his face compared to my rough jaw, laced with stubble. His features make me melt, and yet I’ve never felt so cold in my life.
And so with pity I have no choice but to experience the feelings I do, as I know this sensation too well, to not be love, but to know that he is nothing different. But although I agree with my logic I know, of no other heart stricken joy than to think of him and of no other, and this makes me feel weak and vulnerable.
His face reminds of the sweetest of all spring days, where the sun has only yet to go to sleep and the world around me crumbles slowly as I watch a glorious sunset echoing somewhere deep into the distance. His laughter is contagious, spreading warm within my heart. Light of my life. His skin glows, a radiant sun in my dark universe. A constant reminder of what I crave.
I gaze at the lucky soul who is transfixed by him. He conjures up emotion with just a smile. The pair sits, secluded in a far corner, away from the commotion of the frantic, whispering sweet nothings over salad.
I enviously stare, knowing that it will only end in heartbreak. Yet I still wish it was me. I yearn for his presence, his touch. What I wouldn’t do to look deeply into the pool of his eyes over an irrelevant meal. I want to spend the rest of my useless life in his presence.
And there is he, with no reason what so ever, and I feel so comfortable just to hold him in my thought, and know he will always be there. He is the mystery of my unaware adolescence and I know far too well that I am only transfixed by some unearthly truth by which, even if I were to experience it would surely be different to how I had imagined it.
Yet, I still linger around him knowingly, accepting the part of the feeble creature who knows non other, than his possible dreams and hurt memories of the experiences of the past, returning to my original thoughts. I wish I could bubble wrap my heart.
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: FletcherJudd
Genre: Angst
Summary: Harry ponders over his love of Tom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mcfly or the song and lyrics to Bubble Wrap. This has never ever happened, and probably never will.
I sit here contemplating what I’ve been reduced to, a fool. Every time I experience these emotions whirling around my heart, I suffer immense pleasure. But this bliss never lasts as the wind changes and soon I am wishing I had contemplated the authenticity of his actions. Time after time I return to the same conclusion. I wish I could bubble wrap my heart in case I fall and break apart.
My furious passionate hurt elopes inside me like nothing other than a touch of lust and compassion for stupidity and all I want to do is spit my ball of flame into his beautiful face. His face, handcrafted from the gods distinct from my faded features. His two bottomless brown orbs, showing the world his tranquil soul illuminating the polarity of my blue eyes. Those tempting lips, crooked into a smile presenting that prominent indentation on the side of his face compared to my rough jaw, laced with stubble. His features make me melt, and yet I’ve never felt so cold in my life.
And so with pity I have no choice but to experience the feelings I do, as I know this sensation too well, to not be love, but to know that he is nothing different. But although I agree with my logic I know, of no other heart stricken joy than to think of him and of no other, and this makes me feel weak and vulnerable.
His face reminds of the sweetest of all spring days, where the sun has only yet to go to sleep and the world around me crumbles slowly as I watch a glorious sunset echoing somewhere deep into the distance. His laughter is contagious, spreading warm within my heart. Light of my life. His skin glows, a radiant sun in my dark universe. A constant reminder of what I crave.
I gaze at the lucky soul who is transfixed by him. He conjures up emotion with just a smile. The pair sits, secluded in a far corner, away from the commotion of the frantic, whispering sweet nothings over salad.
I enviously stare, knowing that it will only end in heartbreak. Yet I still wish it was me. I yearn for his presence, his touch. What I wouldn’t do to look deeply into the pool of his eyes over an irrelevant meal. I want to spend the rest of my useless life in his presence.
And there is he, with no reason what so ever, and I feel so comfortable just to hold him in my thought, and know he will always be there. He is the mystery of my unaware adolescence and I know far too well that I am only transfixed by some unearthly truth by which, even if I were to experience it would surely be different to how I had imagined it.
Yet, I still linger around him knowingly, accepting the part of the feeble creature who knows non other, than his possible dreams and hurt memories of the experiences of the past, returning to my original thoughts. I wish I could bubble wrap my heart.