Prim's P.O.V
No one's ever dreamed about me, until now. And that person dreamt of my death.
It was really depressing holding Harry in my arms while he cried because not too long ago, he was holding me.
I breathe in his scent and dry his tears. I kiss his forehead and hold him close. I whisper softly the words to a song.
A drop in the ocean.
A change in the weather.
I was praying that you and me
might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain
as I stand in the desert.
Well I'm holding you
closer than most.
Because you are my heaven.
"Now, listen here," I say, making sure he's looking into my eyes, "it was a dream, stop letting it effect you like this. I'm still here, love."
"You're right, Primrose."
"Go clean yourself up." I release him from my grip and point to the bathroom. He nobs and walks off.
He comes back later in better condition. "Let's go out." he says.
"To where?"
"just to eat."
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Torn (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"and if my suicide fails, I'll see you tomorrow." trigger warning. please don't read if you are sensitive to self harm/suicide. please stay positive.
