Harry was my everything. Completely, utterly and irrevocably, everything. My past, immersed with his light chuckles. My present- drowned in his smile. My future, because God knows I won't leave him. He promised me all the love, and all the love I received.
Harry wrote often. Sometimes he would journal, or sometimes he would write poems that made my heart beat so fast in my chest it seemed I just ran a marathon. He always asked me to read his poems, knowing poetry had always been a passion of mine. It took me a long time to gain the trust to read his work, but now he requests for me to review and edit every word he types.
"Why are you asking me, Harry? I don't major in creative writing. That's you, you're the writer."
"Isabelle, literature is your favorite subject. You inject books like a drug so obviously you know a good piece of writing when you see one."
I had to agree with them there, but Harry always had a silver tongue. He could convince me into doing anything. Maybe I'm just a very persuaded person. I ended up reading his short story assignment anyway.
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all the love // H.S au (university series)
Fanfictionpart I of the University Series "When a writer falls in love with you, you become immortal. When a writer falls in love with you, you become the unwitting inspiration of a whole mess of spilled ink. You become all nine muses to a lone typewriter. Y...
