Harry doesn’t want your permission or your forgiveness. He just wants to put it out there. It’s art. He makes you feel something in your gut. Love him, hate him, he doesn’t care, he’s after a response.
I know some of us want to pick it apart to death because we want it to mean something to us. I know it’s not perfect, or the ideal. It’s grittier than that. It’s not even reality, though, it’s the perception of a reality. It’s sex, drugs, and rock n roll. It’s an homage to a bygone era, but done so spectacularly it belongs right here in the 21st century.
Sooooo, that little ficlet “Erased” has become something more. I’ll be posting part two later today. There’s gonna be more heartbreak, more messed up situations, and smut. And it’s done in a different writing style~*
But it’s had a positive response, so that’s why I’ve decided to let my brain run with it.
can you guys believe there were 3 weeks between the locker scene and the reunion scene ?? like 3 whole weeks, 23 days between the kiss even thought would be their last and the kiss isak couldn’t hold back anymore, 23 days they both spent not knowing how this could ever work out, 23 days they both missed each other so much