Harry's P.O.V
I let out a soft sigh of happiness as I finished typing my last word of my story. I was in college to become a writer and we were assigned to right a short story about anything we wanted. I write mine about a little boy who believed he could fly. I touched my paper air plane necklace, it's what inspired the idea. I don't remember where I got this necklace but I've had it as long as I could remember. I hummed reading over it again to check grammatical errors and adjustments I could make. I shut my laptop and sat on my bed. I slid my song book out from my mattress and read over some old songs I had written before and bit the inside of my cheek gently. When I was younger and in high school but a writer was something I could actually do, and I like to write so it word out. I felt my stomach growl and I hummed glancing at the clock. Damn already 9? I need to eat dinner. I made my way to my kitchen and pulled out some chicken and pasta ingredients. I put the meat in the sink with hot water to defrost while I started on the actual pasta. I pulled out spices and my pans and filled it with water. I clicked my stove on and went to work.
I made myself a plate and sighed, I always cooked too much. I don't have a roommate so I always have left overs. My mate Niall comes over a lot and will usually help it it but he gets busy with work and school.
I sat on my couch and turned on the t.v and watched cupcake wars. I love baking competitions, I work in a bakery part time so it's fun to watch stuff like this and get inspiration.
After I finished eating I went to my bathroom and combed through my hair a bit. It's getting kind of long. I brushed my teeth and quickly flossed before I rinsed my face off.
I slid my shirt and jeans off and put them in my hamper along with my socks. I slid my plaid pajama pants on and climbed in bed. I turned on my radio as I glanced at the clock it's already almost midnight, damn time passes quickly.
I closed my eyes and slowly relaxed as I felt myself starting to fall asleep. After a few minutes I felt chills and drifted into a deep sleep.
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Shadows - larry Stylinson
FanfictionEvery night in London, after the clock strikes 12. Two souls find that their shadows disappear. Neither know where their shadows go to or what they are doing, but they intend to find out.
