New story, I'm excited about this one. Sorry for the incredible shortness, but the way I've planned them out, not all of them will be long. Some short, some inbetween. Yeah, I hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think down there in the comments, and vote, fan, whatever floats your boat. :)
~Cat xx
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A stands for apple
A picnic. A picnic in winter. Harry thought it was an absurd idea, but she insisted. She'd taken him out into the woods, armed with a wicker basket and a faded checkered blanket. Harry came with a tarp, because he did not want snow to seep through the blanket, and then, into the seat of his pants.
“Here.” She stated. And flung the blanket towards the sky, smiling as it floated down and crumpled onto the snow.
Harry spread out the tarp and pulled on two corners of the blanket, evening out the folds. Harry plopped down onto the blanket and tugged the girl onto his lap so she was facing him.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” She replied.
She reached for the basket, and pulled out two sandwiches. They ate slowly, because words were coming out of their mouths too fast to be replaced by food. But eventually, the sandwiches are fully devoured. A hand is stuck into the basket again, coming back out to reveal a gleaming red apple, and then again to reveal a smooth green one. Because Harry did not like the red ones very much anymore. There is a soft crunch as they take a bite of the apples, drops of juice trickling down their chins. Harry takes his sleeve and runs it along his chin, she does the same. There isn't much talking now, just the crunching of the two people in the woods on a winter afternoon. When they had finished, they see who can throw the apple core the farthest, Harry wins by a few feet, causing the girl to pout, just a little. And even if she was joking, Harry couldn't help but feel bad. So he turned to her, gingerly placing his hands on either side of her face and pressing a kiss to her lips. It tasted like apples, and happy. Harry was sure if happy had a taste, this was it. Chilly fingers danced at the nape of his neck and he giggled into the kiss. She giggled too, and neither of them thought they could be any more content than they were at that moment. That was the day Harry turned 19.
That was the day Harry's world was torn apart.
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26 Letters ( A Harry Styles AU )
Roman d'amourHarry is going insane. He's depressed and out of control, because on the day of his 19th birthday, his world is ripped away from him. He doesn't know how, or why, or if he'll ever see her again. His story, and memories, are told through the alphabet.
