she was beautiful.
blue eyes, full lips and short blonde hair. like sunshine.
dark makeup rimmed her eyes and a red toned lip gloss covered her lips. she had an edge to her. a maroon hoodie and blue jeans. navy converse and cute bangs that covered her forehead. harry had never spoken a word to her, somehow, though, he knew they'd have a lot in common.
she was the kind of girl you'd write about. you'd write about how storms brewed for her, how the clouds turned angry for her, and how all the boys pined yet they knew she was untouchable. you'd write about the way her cheeks smush when she laughed, you'd write about how her knobby knees were always turned inwards, how her cupid's bow was deep and full.
harry could talk all day about how blonde her hair was, like actual rays of sun. it flowed down to just below her shoulders in choppy waves. harry could also talk all day about how her eyes were so blue, that all other colors seemed washed out and dull.
another thing he could talk all day about is how she didn't even know he existed.
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little miss sunshine » harry au
Fanficain't no sunshine when she's gone, ain't no sun when she's away, ain't no sunshine when she's gone, cause she's always gone too long, any time she goes away. (thanks to @meIodies for letting me adopt this idea ily xx)
