rory ☽ hs au

twenty eight

(float - the neighbourhood)

"wow," he breathed, "i didn't even know this was a room, this is wonderful,"

"it is," i agreed, "it is,"

harry walked along the walls of the room, skimming each bookcase with his index finger. he stopped at intervals, tilting his head to the side to read the various titles and authors. he was beautiful, everything about him, every flaw, every perfection. all the same.

"have you read them all?"

"what a silly question," i mused, "of course i have,"

harry chuckled, showing his dimples. "i should've known,"

"you already did,"

"yeah, i just wanted to make sure,"

"you just wanted to fill the silence,"

it's always been this way, harry, afraid of silence, and i, afraid of noise. you'd think that this would rip us apart but it actually makes us closer.

"has anyone else been in this room?" he asked, "besides you of course,"

"no, you're the first person i've shown,"

"not even your mum?"

"she never comes upstairs, and when she does, it's not in here,"

harry sighs and sits down in the recliner in the corner of the room, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

"so i'm special, then,"

"yeah, you are,"

"this is a lot less cliché than i intended,"

"i know, but i don't do cliché"

BAM BAM BAM

HERE COME THE FEELS