I'm his love of midnight. She's his love of both day and night. I love him too much to let him go. I'll make him my art. He's my art. And hers too. I'll make him my star. He's my star. Connected with me. And her. But at the end of the day, he's always mine. Always.
Just some random book covers made by me for myself and my friends. Also some covers I made of my fave books.
"Will you forget about me in a month?" Harry asks with a sad pout. I squint my eyes completely taken aback of his question. "No, of course not. Why are you asking?" I cup his face in hands and kiss his lips. "What about six months?" He asks, breaking away from the kiss. "What's happening to you? I'll not forget about...