when gemma walked into harry's room to give him his breakfast, he told her about his dream. he always told her about the happy dreams he had. she always loved to see the smile on the boy's face whenever he went into depth with his stories. harry never liked to tell stories or even talk much for that matter. but when it came to the happiness within his dreams, he couldn't seem to shut his mouth about it.
his thoughts always moved to fast for his mouth whenever he spoke, so his words always came out slow. but whenever he had the chance to talk about his dreams, he could go on normally for hours. just talking about how that dream made him feel. how he wished to feel that feeling all the time.
that feeling was merely just happiness, pure happiness. gemma always told him how it was impossible to feel one feeling forever. the boy knew that she was right but he was a dreamer.
dreamers always long for even the most impossible things.
some even made those things possible.
harry wanted to make something possible.
the boy was always special like that.
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Fanfiction[ LARRY S. AU ] ❛ you've shown me the true meaning of heaven on earth, you're my angel. ❜ or the one where two boys share delicate kisses and make love in the back of a classic car; but it all starts...