❝You're like the Titanic, you look strong, but really, you've got cracks everywhere, the water comes in slowly, drowning you, pushing you into a bottomless abyss. Please, don't let that happen to you, don't let yourself sink, remember that happy girls are always the prettiest❞, he used to tell me.
The first time I saw Harry, everything about him caught my attention, I didn't know if it was the way he played the guitar, his deep voice or his bohemian-indie style, but I was sure that there were very few people like him left in the world and , as he came into my life and I got into his, I proved that my hypothesis was correct.
In art class they tell us that art is beauty, it shows feelings and emotions.
This definition describes perfectly what I felt every time I saw him.
The British boy with the golden heart who always had paint stains on his clothes, who hated tea but loved coffee, who wrote songs for me, who loved reading, who always had something intelligent to say and who brought me back to life, brought back the happiness I had lost a long time ago.
He was so natural and spontaneous while I was just a lost teenager. A hysterical, depressed, sarcastic, anti-social girl. I loved writing poems and stories, I hated the countryside and loved big cities, even though I liked peaceful places. I've always loved fashion and wearing the new trends, but my style was also a bit classic. Harry used to say I was a mix of every style, and I usually didn't answer with words, I just smiled and looked down shyly, I wasn't used to compliments and they made me uncomfortable.
At first we didn't know each other, but we trusted each other and he believed he could help me. Words are only words, but he brought them to life . He lift me up, he built me, he didn't stop, everyday, in every way.
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(A/N): This fanfic was originally written in Spanish but a friend translated it and she's Irish so if you don't understand some expressions tell me and I'll tell her.
I want to thank my Irish friend because she's the sassiest person in the world (me too lol), and nothing would have been possible without her help. ILYSM MEGAN, SASSY PEOPLE NEVER DIE. BUT SERIOUSLY, I LOVE TO FANGIRL WITH YOU. YOU'RE SOOO NICE AND I'M SO GLAD BECAUSE I MET YOU AND RIGHT NOW WE'RE FRIENDS!
AND I THANK TOO TO OUR HEADMASTER AND TEACHERS WHO PUT US IN THE SAME CLASS LOL.
(NO SÉ SI ESCRIBÍ ALGO MAL EN INGLÉS VALE? BC DIVA Y CLAAAARO LAS DIVAS COMO YO NO ESCRIBIMOS TAN BIEN EN INGLÉS COMO TÚ, LUEGO LO CORRIJO MEGAN DON'T KILL ME PLS xd LARGA VIDA A MEGONSIO ♥ )
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Happy Girls 》h.s {English translation}
Fanfiction"You're like the Titanic, you look strong, but really, you've got cracks everywhere, the water comes in slowly, drowning you, pushing you into a botomless abyss. Please, don't let that happen to you, don't let yourself sink, remember that happy gir...
