"Harry, there is not a single song that you could play of yours that I wouldn't know every word to. I love them all. I just told you that Fine Line changed my life. Take the fucking compliment."
I raised my brows at her and lifted my chin up slightl...
THANK YOU for 1,000 reads! So freaking cool! I started this story with no idea where it would go, but feeling the need to write about a man who became a muse - Mr. Stylez. I'm blown away every time I see the number of reads has gone up from someone other than me re-reading my own chapters...hah.
I've written one-off sex scenes before, but this is my first ever story and it's so fun! I still don't intend on putting crazy plot twists in here. It's turning out to be like a lot of my favorite movies, ones that follow a relationship and there is no real climax (lol) or anything BIG that happens, it just sort of follows them.
I also want to make it very clear that I am AWARE we know next to NOTHING about Bee. That's on purpose, and I like it that way for now, so yeah.
So far the main thing I've heard from readers is that this story is comforting, which makes me very very happy and I agree. I read 90% Dark Harry fics so this is a nice soft one to come back to when other versions of Harry are being all psycho :)
Anyway, just thank you! It's so nice to have this creative outlet and knowing that people all over the world are reading my words. I'm also BUZZING from all this tour energy!!!
A (old) pic of Harry for all of our enjoyment:
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