He presses his mouth against my ear so I feel him say the next words "You're the girl that's driving me to insanity. And making me love it." ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairytales it would be best to move on. Don't say I didn't warn you]
Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie lust, am I right? //Posted-July 8th, 2015//
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I asked, my voice no longer loud, barely a whisper. "Why should I be?" He said, his voice equally as hushed now - yet it was clear that he remained furious. "I'm the prince in this kingdom. Everything I do is right." [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairy...
Flashing lights. That's all he could see: the pulsating strobe of a white brightness blinding him from the indistinguishable scenario playing out around him. He could not feel. Not the cool, autumn breeze, not the fog-like droplets of British showers, nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe a dull thumping deep with...
What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]