Rhapsody (Part 2 of Medley).

84: HARRY'S JOURNAL.

"The Girl In The Print Dress" - REVISITED.

I met a girl a couple of Augusts ago.
I saw her and I couldn't look away.

She was dancing without a care in the world.
The swing of her hips was hypnotizing. The deep blue of her eyes, captivating.

I saw her and wanted to know who she was: her name, her favorite song, and who was the lucky bastard that always gets to take her home.

Later I learned she didn't have anyone to claim her theirs, so I had to make her mine.

My sole intention was to show her a good time. Never could I have imagined I was going to end up in an empty hotel room wanting nothing but her presence.

I saw her for three days in a row. That was already two days more than I had planned to see her for.

All I intended to know was her name.
All I intended to get was an hour or so with her.

But I met a girl that I couldn't take my eyes off of, and she was like no one I've ever met before her.

Who would've thought I could end up in a cold hotel room dreaming about her lips on my neck and her legs entangled with mine?

I wanted her for just one hour and now I know for certain that a lifetime won't be enough.

I then wished she'd turn me down, because she deserved to have it all and I wasn't it.
I saw, I wanted, I took, I used, I disposed. For a day, for two weeks, for three months, but no one ever stayed.

I didn't let them.

LOVE WAS A DISTRACTION.

Yet, I was afraid I would have one more day with her and I would wish for a year. Afraid that she would just want me one more time and I would want her always.

I met a girl so beautiful, I couldn't look away.
She was dancing when I saw her and I wanted to ask her what it felt like to be that free.

Then she kissed me, and I knew.

This is the story about the girl in the print dress. The one that Niall saw on the side of the stage that night at the concert that changed my life.

He told me to look for the beautiful girl in the print dress. And I did.

But the girl in the print dress was more than just beautiful. She was fun, she was free, she was living in the moment.

Her smile was contagious, her eyes electrifying and her curves mesmerizing. And the more I watched her the more I wanted to know about her.

Then she noticed me, or maybe just noticed me watching her. But that didn't change anything. She didn't stop dancing, she didn't stop singing and acting silly with her friend. She was herself at all times.

I knew I couldn't walk out of that place without finding out who she was.

And, oh my God, when I talked to her I discovered she was everything! That's who she was.
Everything I thought she'd be and more. Everything I didn't know I needed until then.

Two and a half years later I've been through Heaven, Earth, Hell, and all the layers in-between with her.

I changed my habits for her. She changed her whole life for me.

She pushed me to be a better man, she loved me like no one had ever loved me before, and she hurt me like nobody else ever will.

I helped her free herself from the baggage of her past, I loved her beyond the limits of sanity, and I broke her heart into a million little pieces more than once.

We both made mistakes. I failed her. She left me.

But in my eyes, she never stopped being that girl in the print dress from that day when I first met her. Even on the days when I tried as hard as I could to hate her, she remained in my memory and in my heart as the girl who showed me freedom with one kiss and turned my world upside down, inside out and left it turning like a spinning top.

"I hope I can always live up to that girl in the print dress." She once said.

She's surpassed every expectation I had of her.

I wanted her for an hour, saw her for three days, had her for two years, and now I need her for the rest of my life.

We were meant to be. Same place, same time, both of us alone, neither of us looking to fall in love. But we surrendered to the pull, it was inevitable.

Best decision we ever made.

NOW I AM THE LUCKY BASTARD WHO ALWAYS GETS TO TAKE HER HOME.

CHANCES – Backstreet Boys

"What if I'd never run into you?
What if you'd never smiled at me?
What if I hadn't noticed you too?
And you'd never showed up
Where I happened to be

What's a girl like you
Doing in a place like this?
On a quiet night
What are the odds?
What's a guy like me
Doing in a place like this?
I could have just walked by
Who would have thought?
(...)
What if I hadn't asked for your name?
And time hadn't stopped when you said it to me?
Of all of the plans that I could have made
Of all of the nights that I couldn't sleep

What's a girl like you
Doing in a place like this?
In a crowded room
What are the odds?
What's a guy like me
Doing in a place like this?
Getting close to you
But here we are

What are the chances
That we'd end up dancing?
Like two in a million
Like once in a life
That I could have found you
Put my arms around you
Like two in a million
Like once in a life
What are the chances?

Is it love? Is it fate?
Who am I? Who's to say?
Don't know exactly what it means
Is it love? Is it fate?
Where it leads? Who can say?
Maybe you and I were meant to be
(...)
What if I never run into you?
And what if you never smiled at me?"

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Hi guys!!!
I know this isn't what you were expecting, BUT since I don't know how much longer it will take me to finish the next chapter, I just wanted to give you a little something to pass the time.

Talk to you soon! ♥
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CHANCES - Backstreet Boys