Personal Narrative: Are We Wrong For Falling In Love
Title – Are we wrong for falling in love?
(HARRYS POV)
I was never really good at holding back my emotions. I’m known to be ‘the crier’, although I’ve denied it on many occasions. Lou and I were in our flat. Tonight we decided to watch a movie we both thoroughly enjoyed, Bambi. This movie gets me every time, like Titanic, you can’t watch it and not cry, it’s impossible. Unless you’re like some kind of robot or something. I look over to Louis, my eyes filled with tears, trying so hard to hold them back. As I turn my head I see Louis has fallen asleep.
Who the hell falls asleep during Bambi?! I say to myself turning up the TV louder to purposely wake him. He stirs at first, then starts to rub his eyes. Flopping his hands down he opens one eye, leaving the other all cringed and funny looking. Finally he snatches the remote out of my hand and turns it down.
“It’s called respect Harry.” He says burying his face in the shoulder cushions. I smirk at his sudden outburst and turn off the TV. It was getting to real for me anyway. I take my phone out my pocket and see its only 9:30, but we’ve got a meeting with management tomorrow and I know that won’t …show more content…
It’s simple but effective, definitely. I walk over to our nicely styled kitchen, check my hair in the reflection of the oven only to see my curls flowing in every which direction, I sigh and quietly open up our bottom drawer. Basically, whenever we get gifts and things from fans we both pile it up into boxes and stash it in the basement or we find things we actually want and put them in this bottom drawer. There’s only a selected few, but it’s still pretty full. I move amongst the drawer looking for the item I need. Trying hard to do this quietly so I don’t wake him up in the process. Another few minutes of searching and I finally find it underneath this custom made hat that none of us ever wear, (oops, sorry to whoever made it.) I close the drawer silently and tiptoe my way over to the
(HARRYS POV)
I was never really good at holding back my emotions. I’m known to be ‘the crier’, although I’ve denied it on many occasions. Lou and I were in our flat. Tonight we decided to watch a movie we both thoroughly enjoyed, Bambi. This movie gets me every time, like Titanic, you can’t watch it and not cry, it’s impossible. Unless you’re like some kind of robot or something. I look over to Louis, my eyes filled with tears, trying so hard to hold them back. As I turn my head I see Louis has fallen asleep.
Who the hell falls asleep during Bambi?! I say to myself turning up the TV louder to purposely wake him. He stirs at first, then starts to rub his eyes. Flopping his hands down he opens one eye, leaving the other all cringed and funny looking. Finally he snatches the remote out of my hand and turns it down.
“It’s called respect Harry.” He says burying his face in the shoulder cushions. I smirk at his sudden outburst and turn off the TV. It was getting to real for me anyway. I take my phone out my pocket and see its only 9:30, but we’ve got a meeting with management tomorrow and I know that won’t …show more content…
It’s simple but effective, definitely. I walk over to our nicely styled kitchen, check my hair in the reflection of the oven only to see my curls flowing in every which direction, I sigh and quietly open up our bottom drawer. Basically, whenever we get gifts and things from fans we both pile it up into boxes and stash it in the basement or we find things we actually want and put them in this bottom drawer. There’s only a selected few, but it’s still pretty full. I move amongst the drawer looking for the item I need. Trying hard to do this quietly so I don’t wake him up in the process. Another few minutes of searching and I finally find it underneath this custom made hat that none of us ever wear, (oops, sorry to whoever made it.) I close the drawer silently and tiptoe my way over to the