Sparrows

Sparrows

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mié, dic 30, 20159h 20m
"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass, and then you realized you always felt that way." 16 year old Marine has never belonged anywhere. Living in a rich society for all her life, her passion for literature and 1960's/70's rock has never been recognized. But when Marine's supercilious brother, Louis, decides to come home for the summer from Columbia University, she unexpectedly meets Harry, what seems to be another stuck up friend of Louis, but ends up having more things in common with her than she thought. The only problem is, this curly haired boy with sparrows inked on his chest is 19, and somehow, the universe is able to get in the way of an inconspicuous connection.But two sparrows never sing the same song, will they? Go to author's note for more info! our twitter: @sssparrowsstory DISCLAIMER: we know that Harry's real tattoo's are two swallows but for this fanfiction we are imagining they are two Sparrows since they both have very similar meanings. Also we thought Sparrows sounded way cooler tbh aha.
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We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

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