Note: Thanks for sticking with this fic for months and months. It wasn’t the easiest to write, but I’m glad it’s finished the way it has, though some of you didn’t agree with the ending the first time I posted it. It’s the ending I wanted and set out to achieve. Let me know what you think, please.
That smile… It was his saving grace. This wouldn’t end the way he wanted it to, he could tell, but he could try. He would try.
Harry stepped forward, pulled Evie to him, and took her lips with his own – fed from her like she was breathing, as if he could do nothing else, as if kissing her was as necessary as drawing in oxygen. He cradled her face in his hands and he meant to do it gently, but he knew that he was failing because she whimpered into his mouth. When he went to withdraw his hands, however, hers grabbed hold of his and pushed him hard into his flat, her body stumbling forward with him. As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, her hands were back on him and then he couldn’t think at all.
I haven’t been on tumblr in a while, my life is going at 100 mph atm…
But A, thank you for being such a talented human being who pens unidealized narratives of life and love, with a great side of Hevie. The ending was, I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but it was written very well. I’ll get back to you if I can describe it.
You inspire the fanfic writer inside of me.
I just really need to get a-crackin’ or… a-writin’.
Anyways, all my followers, read this. It’s just an amazing piece of work.