harry hook

In the middle of the night, you lay awake facing him as his back was turned to you, his body resting and falling with every breath he took. With wine stained lips and misty eyes, maybe for tonight you’d let loose and have him for tonight - just tonight, at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past few months.

This had been going on between you for quite some time and from the beginning, you had a bad feeling about it. His charming nature and his wit were hard to resist. One more smile and one more glance and you fell into the trap - hook, line, and sinker. It was always the same pattern: you’d argue, make up, and then wake up to an empty bed.

You knew he didn’t love you like you did but maybe you could pretend if it meant he would stay for a little longer. Failed promise after another, you swore to yourself the next time he leaves, this would end. That wasn’t until he’d come back to haunt you again.