Match Made In Heaven || h.s

Match Made In Heaven || h.s

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Harry Styles
Diana Moon lives in Heaven; 43 Archway Street to be exact. Life was how you'd expect it to be in Heaven; Peaceful, joyful, etc. Harry Styles lives on Earth; Holmes Chapel, England, to be exact. Life on Earth was how you'd expect it to be; a poor version of happy, wars, discrimination, etc. When you die on Earth, you are reborn in Heaven as a baby, and live life normally. Nobody knows exactly what happens once you die, though most people don't have to worry about that for at least 100 years. The one thing that makes Heaven not so perfect, is how complicated love is. The technicalities, age gaps, and lingering feelings make too much of a mess for it to be an easy task. But Diana and Harry have something extraordinary. A love so magical...you could say it was a match made in heaven. Disclaimer: This contains religious references and light swearing. Do not read if you feel uncomfortable or offended by these things.
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The thing about your first love is that even after it destroys you and you hide it away in the back of your closet, behind your old high school yearbooks and your winter sweaters, you can't quite forget about it. You pull it out every once in a while and turn it over in your hands and let it take you back to another time and place, Kensington Gardens in a thunderstorm, Oxford Circus at Christmas, the hottest spring day the city's ever seen. And you feel it. Frozen fingers and a sunburned nose and wet hair sticking to your face, and you know that being over it is harder than it seems.

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