Harry's POV
December 21, 2035
I step out onto a platform and see a bright light. All around me I hear an annoying high pitched noise accompanied by a noise that sounds like thunder, never ending thunder. I realize that the sound is people clapping. People clapping for me. The first man to time travel. I really wish they would stop. Fuck, I have a killer headache and I want to go back to the past. I want to go back to him. I shouldn't have left him so soon. If only I could have said goodbye. It's his birthday and I left him all alone. If only I could find him I could make it up to him. As I think about it my stomach starts doing backflips. Why does he make me feel this way? No one has ever had this effect on me. Not even my girlfriend. Shit, I completly forgot about her while I was in the past. Is she still mad? I need to find her. I step off the platform and walk to the podium. I hate giving speeches but this is part of the job. I start talking about the past. Giving complete details but leaving one major detail of my time there out. Him.
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Time Traveler
FanfictionI started writing this on my other account lol-urnotniallhoran but I forgot the password so I'm starting over!! This is a modern love story about two boys who meet by fate. 2035, scientists were inventing a machine that can travel through time an...
