"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

I am not defined by my disorders or flaws, but how I have survived and conquered.

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

dear tix; © Iighter

❝I only take pictures of things that intrigue me, things that I really enjoy, things that I-❞ ❝So, things you love?❞ I finish for him. Harry smiles a bit, and nods, surprised that I had understood. He gazes down towards the pile beneath his hands and then back up to me. ❝Yeah, I guess you could say that.❞ [ A U ] HIGHEST RANKING - #16 in Fanfiction #Wattys2016