excerpt from my WIP
âWeâre the stars, Louis,â Harry waved his hand towards the sky, as if he stretched far enough, he would be able to hold them. âEach one of those stars is a version of us waiting to find each other. Every time we see a shooting star, another version of us has fallen in love.â âHow many shooting stars have you seen?â Louis whispered. His heart was brimming with emotion for Harry, and his little fairy tales, and how much he believed in them. Harry turned to face Louis with a secret smile. His eyes shone so brightly the stars would be envious. âToo many to count,â he said.






















