Lost Cause (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
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  • Reads 3,785
  • Votes 54
  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 12m
Ongoing, First published Aug 08, 2012
"Go after her, Harry! Don't sit there and wait for her to call, go after her! Because that's what you do if you love someone! Don't wait for her to give you a sign, because it might never come, don't let people happen to you, don't let what happened to Eleanor and me happen to you, or her, she's not a television show or tornado! There are people I might have loved, had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at 4 in the morning because they needed to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this! I always thought I'd be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a crap to do it back, or act like idiots, or be entirely honest or vulnerable. Making someone fall in love with you is easy, and flying 3000 miles on 4 days notice because you can't just sit there and do nothing!Breathing in to telephones is not everyone's idea of love, but it is the way I can recognize it, because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways, because that is beautiful, and that's generous! That's what loving someone is! That is raw, and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything really! So, go get her! Now, because her plane leaves in 12 minutes for Holmes Chapel."
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