Harry Potter- the boy who lived- the chosen one. Known as brave and happy. The spitting image of his father with his mother's eyes. But does he really like all the fame and attention? Is he really happy or is it all a facade? One that is slowly slipping away. Only his best friends know of his home life. That is until a certain blonde finds him in the middle of a panic attack. A certain blonde who has loved just Harry since the day he lay eyes on him. (set in fourth year) p.s this is my first ever story so please don't judge but some feedback would be nice~ and the first few chapters are really short but i promise it gets better (hopefully) <3 also probs won't be including smut-sorry

a drarry fic hope you enjoy :) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!!