Ab imo pectore (Desde el fondo de mi corazón)

“Stay,” Liam says and his voice is quiet; nervous.
Zayn’s eyes flick up to meet Liam’s. “What?”
Liam clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders as his eyes drop to the carpet. “Stay,” he repeats. “Here; With me.” 
“What about Jason? Your plane leaves in the morning,” Zayn reminds him.
Liam looks down at the coffee table, sees the pages he’d printed out with all of his flight information. He thinks about the suitcases in his bedroom and the boxes his parents plan to ship across the country in a few days. Liam thinks about concerts and recording studios and days spent lounging on the beach and waking up to Jason every day and while all of it seems nice and new and a little bit exotic it doesn’t feel right in the same way standing in his living room looking at Zayn with his sex ruffled hair and tired eyes.
Liam sighs. “I… You were right,” he says. “I don’t love him. Not like you.”
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” Zayn says. “Don’t say it because we had sex and you liked it or because you think you miss me and you aren’t sure.”
Liam takes a few steps forward before placing his hands on either side of Zayn’s waist. He presses their foreheads together and Liam can’t help but to smile because Zayn smells kind of like him. “I’ve always been sure. I don’t look at Jason the way I look at you. When he smiles, my stomach doesn’t knot up the way it does when you do. My heart doesn’t skip a beat when he tells me he loves me and when we fight and he walks out the front door I don’t feel like everything is going to come crashing down.”

Perdí mi celular.

Se quedaba conmigo todas las noches, ahora voy a despertar y solo va a estar mi almohada.
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¿La persona que tiene mi celular ahora ya habrá visto todas las notas estúpidas que tengo ahí? ¿Mis imágenes? ¿Mis canciones?

Hoy escuché música de mi ipod... Tengo unas canciones muy buenas ahí.

Lo voy a hacer todo contigo.

Querer de Chetes me recuerda tanto a Al.

Vamos ocultando el recuerdo que nos deja cada momento.