Two old friend casted as each others love interest in the series called, Marauders: In Another Timeline.
And they have the chance to change everything.
social media x real life x marauders era fan fiction
TW: This story includes smut, abuse, depre...
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The next morning after the Gala made me regret every sip i took. My body begged for me to rest but i had a flight. Once i get back to my house in London i started to pack my things cause I was going to join Harry on his tour.
Live on tour times was amazing so i was so excited about to Love on tour. Seeing him perform, doing the things he loves always made me happy. Seeing him happy was enough to make me happy. Witnessing him making his dreams come true and being apart of it, always being there for support and if it was me, knowing that he would be the same.
Once he answered my video call i saw him and Mitch next to him. "Hi Mae, how you're doing?"
"Hi Mitch, thank you, good i suppose. What about you?" He laughed at me. "You suppose, okay. Well, we are good too. Hey, i saw you on the re-, sorry." then someone called for him and he leaved quickly.
Now we were left alone. "How was Met?" he asked.
"A lot of fun but exhausting."
"I saw you had fun." Harold said with a suggestive tone.
I frowned, "What do you mean?"
"There was a few photo of you on the internet," he said. "With Timothee."
He knew the story and he knew the back of the story as well. The real reason why i never tried to get in contact with Timothee is because i scared to ruined the profile i draw for him when i was younger. He was one of the best things about my life in France, one of the best memory of my childhood and there wasn't really a lot of them. And people are changing, what if i talked him, seeing that he is not kind as he used to. And he is no longer the boy i knew. So i choose the leave it that way. Leaving him as a good old memory.
"It felt good. It was like as if he never changed. Like, it's been years since the last time we talked but yesterday when i look at his face, he was still that good little boy."
We talk for half an hour then he needed to go and make some chek-up. After everything Harry told me i decided to go find my phone that I didn't even touch it since yesterday.
The things that people were talking on social media was pretty expectable. They even had the photo of me writing my number on his arm. The numbers wasn't clear enough to understand but in the comments they had their theories.
I saw on the notification center that i got a new message from unknown number. I opened and read. It was Timothee like i expected.
