imagine liam cuddling with you on the couch and wiggles down so he falls asleep with his face pressed against your stomach and you just pet his hair gently, letting him sleep as he mouths against your skin in his sleep and mumbles.
Living with a dog is like having a furry drunk person following you around all the time.
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"Make sure you’re here tonight, please."
"I will babe. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that."
"I know. I love you."
"I love you too. Happy birthday, see you tonight."
I hang up the phone and just lay around my house.
I get ready for my party, I slide on my dress and put on my make up.
I leave and head to the venue.
I walk into the building and everyone greets me with a happy birthday and a hug.
A couple hours pass and i realize he’s still not here.
I have no one to impress.
why do i care?
Everything’s in slow motion as I think about the reasons why he’s not here.
Nothing important came to mind, he promised to be here.
He should have walked through those doors with a big smile and a hug.
"Hey how’ve you been?" A friend asks.
I smile hiding my disappointment that he’s not here.
I look around the room, he’s not anywhere.
Check my phone,
no missed calls.
"Where is he?" Kaitlyn asks.
"I don’t know."
My eyes get watery as I walk to the bathroom trying not to break down.
As soon as I get there I slide down the wall trying to hold everything back and the sinking feeling hits me.
"He said he’d be here."
I cry, face in my hands.
I finally gather myself and head out to finish my party.
I walk to the cake and everyone starts singing happy birthday.
I blow out my candles
"thanks guys," I smile
but what else can you say when tears are streaming down your face?
The person that means the most to me wasn’t even here.
Everyone goes home and I take a shower and just cry in my bed.
My phone rings,
"Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t make it."
"Yeah I’m sorry too."
I hang up and hold my pillow.
I don’t know how much time passes
but I hear my doorbell ring
so I walk down the stairs wiping my eyes.
I open the door and there he stands
"what do you mean ‘you’re sorry too’?"
"I mean I’m done."
I start closing the door.
"wait what? All of the other boys were there but you…
you weren’t. Goodbye.”
I close the door,
leaving him behind.
Harry: “Daddy…” the little girl cries from the side of her mommy and daddy’s bed. “What is it sweetie?” Harry asks concern, jolting awake to the sound of his little angel crying. “I had a—I had a—” she hiccups through her tears. “A bad dream?” He asks already knowing the answer. She nods her head…