Zayn Malik 2012

Harry
Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain
I leave my cuore open but it stays right here empty for days.

Liam
She told me in the morning she don’t feel the same about us in her Bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

Zayn
And I’ll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin’ on too tight
With nothing in between

All
The story of my life I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is Frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life I give her hope
I spend her Amore until...

Lindsey’s POV:
I reached home and went straight to my room. I left all my things in my room and pounced on my letto and began to think of everything that happened today in my clinic and I smiled.
I went to my closet to find a dress to meet Harry. I’m little tomboyish so everything in my closet was filled with denim and T-shirts.
I stood there staring at the closet when my mom opened the door. She came closer to me.
“What are te searching for?” she detto in her husky voice.
“Umm..Well, I’m looking for a dress that I can wear while I meet Harry today” I replied.
I didn’t understand why...