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littlebitofharry:

it just hit me that i’m never going to know what it’s like to have harry’s hand in mine with his lips pressed to my temples as we walk down the street at midnight, whispering to each other about our hopes and dreams. i’m never going to be able to watch one his shows from backstage and have him bound up to me all sweaty and excited, wrap me in a tight hug and ask me if i think he did alright. i’m never going to wake up next to him and roll over to face him to see his eyes droopy with sleep, his curls sticking up in all directions as he says “‘morning beautiful” in his raspy voice and pulls me into his chest and strokes my hair until i go back to sleep again safely in his arms. someone else will.

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