*CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE A COVER*
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It's the little moments in life that truly shape our lives. That one argument makes you see him in a different way, changing your opinion of him forever. Those late night cuddles teach us how to receive comfort. That late night conversation helps you realize who she truly is, and you begin to see your future in her.
It's the little moments that teach us who, when, how to love. They make us stop in our tracks, double over, leave our heads spinning, and that one person is the only one who can set us straight again.
He's a twenty-three-year-old pop star who has it all and then some. He enjoys beer, football, singing, and especially the single life. Until he meets her, that is.
She's a twenty-four-year-old hardworking single mom who enjoys fashion, spending time with her daughter, and her job. She sees no point of having a man in her future, she's doing just fine on her own. Until she meets him, that is.
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"And at that moment, everything seemed to stop. It was just her and I and the rest of the world. My love for her was all-consuming. That little moment was the moment I knew that I had jumped with a running start. I just hoped she would catch me."
Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now.
¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel.
It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him.
However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to.
¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile.
And with that he turned to face our aggressor.
¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open.
¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨
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It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy.
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A dark Harry fic with a little twist.
Or maybe two.