*Mature and Explicit Content*
"If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"
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I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?"
I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is...
"To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn) There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)"
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A/N: ALOHA. Greetings from the slackest noodle you'll ever meet.
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I totally dropped the ball with this story. My sincere apologies for that, I never forgot about it.
So, seeing as updates have been so slow, if you need to re-read or simply want to wait until it's complete I will totally understand, it's all gravy. It's close to being finished, not much left and gosh darn it I'll get this done even if it kills me.
I missed you, and this story.
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March 25th
1 month later.
Six months.
Its funny to think that more change can happen in six months than it can in ten years.
I don't recognise the life I have now, in the best way possible.
Six months ago I met a brown curly haired puppy, with big green eyes and the sweetest smile I'd ever seen, and I never would have expected that he would completely change my life.
I've tried my hardest this month, after that whole incident with Emma, the fight we had and then all the events afterwards that lead me to saying I love you for the first time since my mother died - since all of that, I've genuinely tried to stop dooming this before it's even started.
Because things really are only just getting started with Harry and I.
I'm so used to things going wrong, and expecting to lose someone important to me that I don't realise how much I would purposely try to push it away because I was scared.
My mother always told me - "When bad things happen that we don't want, it's to bring us the good we need."
I never understood that as a kid, well, not entirely.
It sounded nice but I didn't grasp it, and that as I got older I was always so hurt and angry that I just dismissed it. To be honest, it would piss me off when I thought about it.
The worst thing that could happen was losing my mother, what good could I possibly get that needed that bad thing to happen?
I get it now though.
I was just fighting it all these years, and to be honest a lot more good may have happened if I had let it.
I was just far too comfortable being in pain because I'd felt it so long… I was scared of being happy without her. I felt guilty enjoying life when she couldn't.
