Cherry Wine (h.s)

It all came flooding back. Every thought of the happiness I've never had, every scream I've muffled, ever cry I blocked with a closed fist, every tear shed on my pillow.

Maybe Harry thought he was helping in his own way, pulling the pieces of me out like frayed string, bit by bit until he had enough to make something new. Maybe he hoped to weave those strings into the image of me I could be if I wanted it, the someone buried deep in me beneath the wreckage. The strong woman reflected in his eyes.

But fuck why does he have push every single button i have, find every crack I have and break me apart until I'm telling him things I shouldn't? Things I'd rather forget, rather bury six feet under? Why does he have to be the most insufferably stubborn man with a kind heart he only shows once in a blue moon?

Why is he making me trust him?

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Leia is a girl with a past she's determined to bury, a history of making the right decisions for the wrong people, the girl with the golden heart turned cold. She's desperate to forget where she came from, to never trust another man as long as she lives, and live in the image of her grandmother - the only person who'd ever shown her true love.

Harry is the guy you'd never want to talk to twice, a guy with a brooding bad attitude and nothing to show for himself but a smirk and an odd number tattoo right under his left ear, a box of matches in his jacket pocket, and a set of keys with no door to match.

Only Leia understands that blood is thicker than water, love a lie dressed in jewels, trauma a trigger forever set, and words never mean they should.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Domestic Abuse (mental and physical)
Parental Abuse/Child Abuse (mental and physical)
Sexual Assault
Mentions of suicide
Trauma Triggers

Cover by: styleslight

*Story inspired by Cherry Wine by Hozier*