Running [h.s.]

eleven | luna

If you guys want to know what my favorite fanfics are on Wattpad, here are some of my all time favorites! (Most of them are dark Harry... I'm sorry I have daddy issues lol)

Duplicity by @happydays1d, The Journal by @arietem, Stall by @MysteryMixtapes, Aerial by @peanutboyfriend, Hidden by @peahchels, Cherry by @fuxkingharrry, and Art by @lewhjtelies.

There are so many others, but these are the ones that come to mind when people ask for recommendations. I am OBSESSED with Duplicity, it is so good.

"Luna, can I tell you something?" He asks as his timid green eyes meet mine.

I smile warmly to soften his obvious nerves and keep my eyes focused on his. "Of course, anything." I say kindly.

He takes another deep breath and exhales loudly before speaking again, his voice soft and raspy. "I, um, I just have to tell you that, um, I have not stopped thinking about you since I dropped you off a week ago."

As soon as the confession leaves his mouth, he drops his focus to his feet, his cheeks flaming bright red. I feel my face warming up as well, and my heart feels like it is going to shatter in my chest at his words. I feel fireworks in every nerve in my body, my skin buzzing from the sheer shock of his honesty. I don't know how to respond, I genuinely didn't expect him to admit he felt that way, even if Tyler and Mack already told me this information ahead of time. It's almost as if I didn't fully believe it to be true until he just confirmed it.

"It was nice to meet someone genuine, you know. Um, like authentic. I- I just like how you weren't only talking to me because of who I am." He stammers, clearly embarrassed by his confession.

"Well you seem like a wicked cool guy, Harry. And it was really kind of you to give me a ride home, you didn't have to do that." I say. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see you here today."

This earns me a wide smile, little dimples adorning his cheeks, softening his features. He is so breathtaking, I can't help but smile back at him as if his joyful look is contagious. When he looks back up and meets my eyes, I feel my lips part involuntarily and I fight the urge to literally moan from the raw beauty of it. His eyes pour into mine, getting me drunk on the emerald elixir in front of me.