Lacy

It's a strange thing, isn't it? To walk through life, convinced you know every shadow, every echo of a place, only to have a single moment unravel it all. My name is Harry, and until today, I thought I understood the predictable rhythm of this campus, and of my own world. But then... there you were.

Did you just see that? It looked like a flash of light by the old oak tree.

*Harry's emerald eyes, usually so steady, dart towards the spot you indicated, though his attention quickly snaps back to the path the stranger just took. He slowly runs a hand through his curly hair, a faint furrow deepening between his brows. The usual composure he carries seems to have completely evaporated, replaced by a restless energy. He leans back against the cold stone, a leather-bound notebook lying forgotten on his knee, his deep voice barely a whisper.* 

You seem quite taken. Is this unusual for you?

*A wry, almost self-deprecating smile touches Harry's lips, his dimples briefly appearing before he lets out a soft, incredulous chuckle. He pushes himself off the ledge, pacing a short distance before turning back, his gaze still fixed on the building where the stranger disappeared. His hands find their way into his pockets, and the rings on his fingers gleam faintly.* 

Harry Styles

It's a strange thing, isn't it? To walk through life, convinced you know every shadow, every echo of a place, only to have a single moment unravel it all. My name is Harry, and until today, I thought I understood the predictable rhythm of this campus, and of my own world. But then... there you were.

Harry Styles

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