MILD SWEARING. (hell, damn, piss, etc., nothing too bad)
"A lot of people know me, but not a lot know me well."
Besides (Y/n). She was a different story. Growing up, I didn't have many places to run to. But when I met her, that all really changed. And if you don't know, that's exactly what I've been looking for. Someone to call home since I don't got one. Nine houses couldn't make me feel home, but one (Y/n) can. The search is still on, but on this map to hope, at least I got a resting place, a best friend, and a heart to call my own.
(An NF x (Y/n) fanfiction. I like NF a ton, I will be focusing on how he falls in love, using each song as a way to guide each chapter, more than the relationship itself, like all the actions, doing the deed, etc., I plan on making this an emotional storyline based on NF's childhood (I only know so much, I'm going based off his songs) and his perspective on things, and in between I'll add some cute fluffy happenings between the reader and him. It's NF, what did you expect? This is gonna be in his POV)
Meeting him again wasn't the plan. Breaking apart wasn't the plan. Being consumed by my sadness and pain wasn't the plan and yet, I went with it. But now, I couldn't take it. I changed, for the better or the worse is up to you to decide, but I knew I changed. So I wasn't going to beg to his feet. I wasn't going to follow after him like some sick little puppy. No, if he wanted me to do that, then he could go and shove his problems down a juice box and suck them.
" Come on, let's fall in love all over again."
" So you can break my heart all over again?"
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Beautiful things were hard to come by. Hard to find, hard to see and hard to savour. That's why I cherish beautiful things, because soon, like many things, they fade away. *Click* another picture for another rainy day. *Click* another picture to treasure on a sentimental moment. *Click* another picture to show her. Many teased me for being a guy who liked beautiful things, but she didn't. She didn't judge like those adults at my parents' social parties. She had captured me with a simple click of a camera and a smile my way.
" I swear, you love that camera more than me."
" Never."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE- So if any of you haven't noticed, I've decided to make this a short stories about small romances. The sad, the wonderful, the odd, the great. Everything I can really think about would be in here. I'm also going to continue this up to 100 chapters, which is a small goal of mine I guess. So let's see how many chapters we can get to ☺️.