P r o l o g u e
Love is really quite hard to explain. Everyone has experienced it in some way or another, but when it comes down to explaining the feeling that love arouses, you’ll find that there isn’t a word that exists that perfectly describes it.
Harry has always been the type of person who becomes engrossed in details (which is why his mother swears he will become an author one day). He has spent hours upon hours mulling over this, over how a word so small can hold such a large meaning that its meaning can’t be told.
So, Harry asks himself what it means to him. And to him, love means everything. Love is when you’re sitting with another individual and your heart feels like its swelling and your chest physically hurts, all with an overwhelming emotion for this person. Love is when you smile so hard your face aches and it’s only happening because of something someone said or texted or did. Love is seen in a family member’s eyes when they speak to you, or a friend’s embrace when they know you need it most. Love is Harry’s favorite thing in the world, simply because it brings joy to all those who recognize its presence.
And then he thinks that it means something different to every single person out there and that the only way to fully grasp love’s concept is to ask.
“What does love mean to me?” his best friend asks, flicking her red hair over her shoulder. “Are you finally writing a romance novel or something? Because if you are, you should totally put me in it! God knows I’m not getting enough action in real life.”
“Please, Eloise, just answer the question, okay?”
Eloise smiles at him before staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. “Well, it’s beautiful to me. It is something so precious and pure that if you’re lucky enough to receive it, you have to grab it with both hands and never let it go. It’s the best gift in the world that someone can give you.”
Harry’s mind is constantly going over this, and each time it wanders back to one curiosity, one question. Where is my future spouse? What are they doing? Are they hoping that we’ll find each other soon, like I am?
It’s at four-thirty-seven in the morning, when the window is glossed over from the cool air outside (cool for Florida, that is) and the warmth from his bed seems to be the only source of it in the world, that Harry decides that he can’t wait anymore.
And it’s at four-forty-one that Harry knows that he must venture away from all that he understands, that he needs to discover where his other half is hiding. It’s at four-forty-one that Harry knows it is about high time he went on a soulmate search.
a/n: hii! :) so, since I took down my other story and I said that I would be putting up more larry (yay), I finally put this one up, which has been in my drafts for ages. I hope you all like it!
I know it sounds terribly cheesy right now, but it's not, don't worry.
Dedicated to @fresharold for the amazing cover! Thank you again :D
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Soulmate Search // larry
Fanfiction"Sometimes you have to go to extreme measures for love and if I have to search the world for mine, don't think that I won't do it." Ever since Harry was small he's been dreaming about his future, or more specifically, his spouse. He has always wonde...
