"You taste like sunshine
Just like you've been kissed by the morning light
And I was the darkness
dancing with the stars
Carelessly, breathlessly
And our lips met softly
Stars erupting into the atmosphere
The lightest darkness
Dawn is breaking;
A fleeting moment when
The sun can kiss the moon"
She looked up at him for a split second before returning her eyes to the written words on the page. Her eyes switched back and fourth between the boy and the journal a couple times before she set the journal on the nightstand and hugged him. She squeezed him as he her. They bathed in each other's warmth and scents. "Open the envelope," he says into her hair. She nods and smiles at him. She picks up the envelope from where she previously set it. She runs her thumb underneath the fold and tears it open.
She takes out two tickets. She examines the tickets, confused. "They're for a poetry club downtown called the 'The Slam.'" He clarified. She stares at them in awe. "Har-," he cuts her off with a kiss.
Later that evening they arrive at the poetry club. Melody is wearing a long sleeve floral shirt, light denim jeans and flats. Harry is wearing a black button down, black jeans, and Brown boots.
A young man was leaving the stage as another was coming on. They quietly take a seat at a booth toward the back. The club falls silent as the man starts talking.
"...to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn't think she's beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn't quite get the job done
and they'll never understand
that she's raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she's only ever always been amazing
he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
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Broken || Harry styles
Fanfiction“Someone once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person for you may cut yourself of the shattered pieces.” They were brought together by a painful tragedy. Her past destroyed her mentally and physically leaving her nothing but a hallo...
