Dwindle

Chapter 3

Finally another chapter! Sorry I've just been busy with school and crap, studying for finals and crap like that cause my schools dumb and has trimesters ...

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"Oh Harry" her melodic voice chirped happily. I rolled over covering my face with the duvet letting out a tired groan. Why the hell is she a morning person? I heard the click of her camera as she giggled softly. You honestly couldn't get her away from her Nikon. She took it everywhere and took pictures of everything. And she was good at it, for being self taught. Even made a business of it.

"Go away" I groaned again covering my head with a pillow.

"Oh Harry you have to wake up, the camera misses you" she cooed. Great now she's taking a video. I sat up almost zombie like, my whole body was heavy with sleep, my eyes weren't even open. I forced a lazy smile.

"Good morning my beautiful girlfriend" I blew a kiss into the camera. A warm shade of pink crept up her cheeks and she smiled. She placed the camera on the end of the bed so she didn't have to hold it and inched back towards me. I engulfed her in a bear hug pulling her as close to me as I could. She began to squeal and laugh pretending to get away.

She was so tiny and petite, I was honestly scared of breaking her sometimes. My hand made it's way to her cheek and I brushed back the stray hairs that came loose from her pony tail and kissed her cheek softly. "Let's go back to sleep" I mumbled.

"Your funny, we need to get going, you have an interview in a few hours" she informed me. That was just like her to always have my days plan before me. I sighed and flopped down pulling her with me. My legs intertwined with hers as we lay. I felt myself begin to doze off, if it were for Paisleys periodic kisses I would have drifted off. "C'mon Harry, this is boring footage" she complained after a long pause of silence. "And you need to get going" she was already pulling the blankets off me.

"Alright alright chill out." I whined. Her lips formed a straight line, her eyes boring into me. I rolled my eyes, flipping off the camera and rolling out of bed. I still love her though, and she still loves me. I know she does. She's mine, and I'm lucky to have her. "Why do always record everything?" I asked when she walks into the bathroom following me with the camera. Yes cause everyone wants to see me brush my teeth. She shrugged happily.

"I like to, it's like you singing, you can't live without it, I can't live with out cameras." I nodded and began to brush my teeth. I waited patiently for her to stop recording but she never did. I knew she wasn't trying to, but she was really annoying me. My eyes landed on her, she was staring out the window lost in thought.

It was times like this I wish I knew what she was thinking. She did that a lot, drift off on cloud 9. Creating some perfect scenario in her head, never did she share it though. Although she's probably plotting more ways to yell at me. "What if... What if one day you aren't friends with the boys?" She asked. That's it. She's always playing the what ifs. Paisley worries to much, she's going to turn grey soon. I shrug tugging my pants up my legs.

"Won't happen," I muttered, not in the mood for this.

"What if one day I died?" My whole body froze at her words. That was so unlike her, it was such a morbid thought.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" I ask slowly. Her camera was pointed right at me. That damn thing.

"No, I was just wondering. Would you miss me?" Her face was unreadable.

"Why do you even have to ask that? It's not something to joke about Pais. If you think this is funny it's not! Of course it would miss you. What's wrong with you?" My voice raised as the sentences progressed. She absently twirled a strand of her hair, her face now upset. She shrugged but remained quiet.

"Sorry" she mumbled walking out of the room. She's gone mad, and she's going to take me with her to that crazy place. Who just thinks of their death? Why would she want to live worrying about that? I continued to get ready. By the time I finished I had 30 minutes to get to the interview, luckily I wasn't very far so it would be a quick drive.

"Hey Pais, you ready?!" I called, walking down the stairs. No answer. I called out again. Still no answer. "Pais?" My voice echoed around the empty flat. My eyes scanned the rooms landing on a piece of paper on the table. Slowly, my legs carried me. Her handwriting was neatly scrawled across it. "I'm going out. Don't try to find me I want to be alone. See you later, ~Pais" there never was a "love" before our name when we wrote notes anymore. Sure we shared tender moments a lot, but things weren't like they used to be when we first started dating. There wasn't anymore fairytale feelings of the relationship. We were like the couple that stayed together for the kids. And that scared me. She was probably bored of me. Or maybe I was bored of her. There were to many secrets now it seemed, maybe it would be best we did take a break. All I know is we needed to talk. And soon. I reread the note as if I had missed something, I flipped it over and there it was. " I take so many photos and videos because you never know when they might be useful or wanted in the future" I rolled my eyes crumpling the paper and walking out.