meet again | h.s.

"Maybe if we had met somewhere else. Maybe if I wasn't me. Maybe if he wasn't him. Maybe if some of that New York City magic seeped into our existences and let us be whoever we wanted to be, whoever we could be, whoever we were destined to be.

Maybe then we could meet again and this could all be different.

Maybe, maybe, maybe..."

a series of stories. her and harry and quiet subway platforms and steamy yoga classes and snowy amtrak trains and ivy-covered college buildings. all of new york city, all of her, all of him, all of the time. meet again and meet again and meet again.

mature content warning: explicit language, themes, and a whole lot of smut.