Harry is a mess
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A tear drops, and then another. A pathetic sound escapes his mouth, pitiful just like his thoughts.
Because Harry wishes it was him.
He wishes he was the one with a baby growing in his belly—a real one that is. He oh so wishes this whole thing with Louis becoming a dad was real, wants Louis to be the father of a baby, to be announcing his excitement over starting a family—but not with some random girl their management picked up. He wants it to be him; the person Louis is sharing this experience with, wants to be the carrier of their child—children—so so much.
But, he wasn't, and it's not like he could ever do that for Louis. And that knowledge hurt more than anything, every single day of his life.
Or, the one in which Modest! still sucks, Harry breaks down and Louis comforts him.
Taken from a Tumblr Prompt: ‘i live next to a famous piano player and its pretty cool but for the past four hours ive heard nothing but ‘chopsticks’ from next door and its really worrying me’ au"
Harry's neighbour is a stuck-up prat who plays beautiful music. But one evening Harry hears nothing but chopsticks and knows something's very wrong. So taking it upon himself to find out what's wrong, he invades his neighbour's space to solve the problem.
Potter is very pale and for an unknown reason Severus is worried.
He tried to find out what is wrong but Potter only ended up yelling on him.
When Severus left the Halloween feast to clear his mind at the Astronomy Tower he wasn't ready for what he saw.
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
24 Jan 2018
Harry and Louis are inseparable until death tears them apart and leaves Harry in pieces that no one can put back together.
Harry and Ron are sulkily watching people dance at the Yule Ball when suddenly Draco Malfoy asks Harry to dance.
Pansy Parkinson might have something to do with it.
“May I have this dance?” Malfoy's voice was humorless and unwavering. He offered his hand to Harry, who almost laughed until he realised Malfoy was not joking.
“You… You must be joking.” Harry spluttered, too stunned to speak properly.
“I don’t joke.” Malfoy’s face was an steady blank mask, he showed no emotion. His hand was still outstretched. He stood tall and confident. His blond was hair slicked back, although that wasn’t unusual. Harry stared at him, mouth open like a gaping fish. His mind raced, trying to figure out what game or trick Malfoy was trying to pull on him, but none of it made sense.
What was he up to?
One fine September night master thief James meets newbie thief Harry when they both are trying to rob the same house.