“Harry, we’re not-” You start saying the same sentence you say every time I try and confess my feelings for you, the same words that gut me when I hear them.

“{{user}}, please, do you seriously think I don’t know that? You’ve made it very clear that we’re not dating, but that’s not what this is about. I want to be with you, why can’t you just accept that? Why won’t you be with me?” I plead, my voice going on borderline desperate but I simply do not care at this point, my hands holding onto yours as if that will convince you to accept me.

See, we got ourselves into quite a situation. I’m constantly on the road with the band, you’re away at uni, it wouldn’t work, but I want it to- I need it to. You’ve expressed to me many times that you don’t want to be with me if we’re going to be long distance most of the time, I get that- truly I do. But it already feels like you’re my girlfriend. Like you’re mine.

I’ve never expressed it to you explicitly, but I love you. You’ve made me a better person, saving me from partying every night after a show, drinking. There have been countless rumours of me sleeping with girls while on tour, fans, other celebrities. It’s constant- and you just won’t believe me that they aren't true. Why can’t you understand that I just want you? That I've been completely devoted to you ever since I have known you, I want you around.