he was walking though the streets of the small town where he was now, trying to find some sort of book store, or really anything. because he'd searched and searched, there was just not a book for him. there wasn't a cover that caught is eye, or a summary that lured him in. or an author he wanted to read again, that he didn't already have, or read before. everything around him had grown old, anything that would normally catch his interest was not doing so anymore. harry wanted something that took him by the arms and pulled him into the world that was surrounded by letters and words. he could always envision himself walking in between the letters, seeing the characters running around, yelling their dialogue, as harry sat back and watched the drama unfold. he loved that about a book.
if you ever told harry that the movie was better than the book, he would probably strangle you. he was not one to ever, ever believe that a movie held every bone gripping plot line and detail that was within the pages of a magnificent literary work. there's always something that is missing from the movie that is so significant that it's ruined. he shakes his head and runs his large hands through his hair.
he was walking the normal way that he usually goes every morning, going to this little indie coffee shop that he found a while back, which he actually prides himself for, because it's perfect, really. it's kinda like -- how his friend zayn put it -- his vibe. and he agreed, really. the first time he walked in he fell in love with the atmosphere and everything about it. they were playing chocolate by the 1975 for crying out loud! it's his kind of place. he didn't like to admit that he was a hipster, but it was kind of obvious that he was one. his friends always laughed when he denied it, because, really, it was funny. he walks into the shop, ordering his usual, opal tea. he wasn't actually sure what was in it, but it was really good. and zayn was there, which made it all the better. zayn was harry's best friend since the diaper days, and could relate most to out of their group of friends.
"what book character have you fallen for this time?" zayn asks, his glasses slipping down his nose. he fixes them quickly.
"i'm on a search to fall for one." harry replies, sitting in the corner next to zayn.
"you never know, maybe this time, one will fall for you." zayn chuckled lightly, but there was a look of knowingness in his eyes that made harry wonder.
"maybe they will." harry replied softly, smiling down at his tea.
"maybe they will." zayn says, taking a sip of his.
and in those moments, a warm smile being shared and soft music is enough.
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Fanfiction[ BOOK 1 ; completed ] what if you picked up a book and instead of you falling in love with the character, ...
