"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"Can you tell tomorrow by stars in the sky Is there any reason Is it all just a lie
Don't you know that good Is the enemy of great
If I didn't have you What would I be"
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Nova
"He smiled understandingly – much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced ..." Harry reads before erupting in a fit of laughter that he can't seem to control.
I can't contain my own laughter as I glance over at him lounging against my headboard so comfortably. He wears a toothy smile with his dimples visibly showing. Even looking at him smile makes my heartache. He's so wonderfully beautiful and his smile is something that I wish I could put in my pocket to save for a rainy day.
Getting an idea, I reach over to my bedside table and grab my polaroid camera. Hoping he doesn't notice, I pretend to pay attention as he clears his throat, trying to act serious so he can continue reading.
"...or seemed to face – the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor..." With a smile still on his face as he reads, I grin to myself as I look at him through the viewfinder. "...It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey." Harry stops once again when the flash of the camera goes off, his eyes finding mine instantly, his grin growing.
"Hey, I'm trying to be serious and romantic as I read for you," he laughs, waving the book in the air while reaching up and trying to take the camera away from my hands. "How am I supposed to do that when I've got the paparazzi inches away?" I jerk away from him and put the camera safely behind my back so he can't steal it away.
"Can't help it, honey. You just look so hot while drunkenly reading my favorite book," I swoon as I hold up the square photo in my hand.
I reach over and grab a piece of tape from my bedside drawer and stick the picture on the wall. Leaning back, I admire all the other candid pictures I've taken of Harry the past few weeks.
Some would probably call me creepy that I have a shrine of Harry on my wall, but I don't think it compares to Harry's collection of paintings of me.
What can I say? We both seem to like to capture one another. I'm just not as talented as Harry with a paintbrush.
"You're a freak." He reaches up and twirls a piece of my blonde hair between his fingers, gently tugging. "Kinda weird that I'm laying under all of these off-guarded pictures of me, don't ya think?" he teases, his eyes lazily searching my face.
