@Harry_Styles: World war three, when are you coming for me? Been kicking up sparks to set the flames free.
Harry called me, this time.
his voice was loud and high.
i asked where he was.
he said “in my kitchen”.
his parents were home.
he said he loves me a hundred times in the conversation.
in the end,
harry said no matter what happens he’ll love me for the eternity.
it should have sounded positive.
but i’m sad because his voice was shaky then.
and i could hear the shouts in the background.
YOU ARE READING
windowsill ▲ larry stylinson AU | english version
Fanfictionyesterday i found a boy named Harry on twitter. he likes arcade fire, and so do i. i followed him. he followed me back. // também disponível na versão original em português: http://www.wattpad.com/story/26364134
