*SLOW UPDATES*
"Harry she's dead. She isn't here." She tries to calm him down, taking in the state of his trembling body, sweaty palms and uneven breaths, his breath hitching in his throat, lungs contracting, leaving no way air could enter his reparatory cords.
"No she's here, we did this together, she's here trust me." He motions towards the dark corner in the room, his bloodshot eyes meeting hers, his labored breaths making his hard to speak, choking on his own blood, coughing it all out,
Until it all goes black.
// When Harry faces the consequences of his subconscious actions in the glorious years of 1985.
*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICT CONTENT*
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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