Satellite | h.s

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

Love isn't always pretty; loving someone doesn't always mean you'll be happy as long as you have them, it doesn't mean rainbows and butterflies at all times. Not all love stories happen within the perfect cloud of the purest joy and accomplishment.

And as much as people like to believe in the pretty image painted about it, love isn't something carved to perfection, and just like it neither is Harry. Harry is love. All of him. But that also means he comes with his own flawed parts.

There's so much more to him than his fans, or the media puts out to be. He is not always perfect - he often fails to take serious matters seriously. His intentions aren't always the best - no matter how genuine and kind he is, sometimes the Aquarius in him speaks louder. There is a side of him that plays games without even noticing it - sometimes he just can't choose what he wants for the life of him, and that was the exact thing that almost broke me to pieces.

Harry isn't the bad boy, or the player rockstar people paint him to be. But he's no saint either.

I don't wish our story relied on the pure romance that I see on TV, I don't wish anything to be different. It's almost masochism, how he can break me into pieces and simply disappear. But somehow, when he comes back, he can make every single shattered piece of me love him even more.