(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou

"I love you. And even though it hurts, you don't have to love me back."

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

❝ finally, after all the years of september the eighth being shoved to the side like some sad leftovers in the back of the fridge, the frustration built up inside me like a tsunami tide, and i marched right up to the nearest stranger, looking into his confused, light green eyes, completely altering the path he was on. "it's my birthday today and nobody, nobody, not even my own mother remembered!" "we've better get you some cake then." ❞

Serendipity, lucky encounter by chance. That was the only thing that could explain how Hope and Harry kept meeting. Only Serendipity could forsee Hope and Harry meeting the first time as Harry was banging on his hotel room locked out and stark naked.