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Peter’s always had a habit of sticking his hands where they don’t belong.
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16 Dec 2017
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you can hear it in the silence by fliptomybside
Fandom BBC Radio 1 RPF, Dunkirk (2017) RPF, Harry Styles (Musician), Harry Styles - Fandom, One Direction (Band)
12 Jun 2019
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25 Sep 2017
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“Oh, well if that isn’t sweet,” Lou is bending to smell the flowers, and she’s picking up the card that came along with it, though he knows who it’s from already, knows only one person who knows just how he likes his flowers. “‘Harry, hope you have an amazing night. Already beyond proud of you. Lots of love, Nialler.’”
“I invited him,” he says quietly, every feeling rolling around unpleasantly in his stomach. “I know he’s here, he. I know he’s in London.”
“He’s probably busy,” Lou says, “been doing some reshoots for his video, yeah? Busy, popular lad.”
Harry knows all of this already. He stays quiet, still feeling hurt.
(Niall sends flowers, and Harry didn't think his heart could get even more broken.)
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12 Sep 2017
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my love for you looks different by fliptomybside
Fandoms: Dunkirk (2017) RPF, One Direction (Band)
01 Sep 2017
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Fionn's at university. Harry's on tour. They both want things.
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- Part 1 of you can hear it in the silence
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02 Sep 2017
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01 Sep 2017
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18 Aug 2017
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Let's hear it for the broken youth
It's the one thing Alex holds onto throughout the war, and the pain, and the death; that one day, they'll be together again.
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02 Aug 2017
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He’s not spent six years hanging his whole hat on sailing halfway to Dunkirk, he’s not plagued by the sound of Spitfires in his dreams. He thinks he’s rather moved on from all of it, as much as he can, and the guilt that hits him, when it hits him, is momentary, fleeting. There and gone like those moments when you’re alone, in the dark, and it occurs to you afresh that one day you’re not going to wake up, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
Usually he can bottle it up, store it away inside him somewhere it won’t come rolling back out if he can help it. He can’t today, only half his mind on Aristotle.
The other half of his mind thinks the boy’s eyes were green.
[Or they learn when survival just isn't enough.]
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30 Jul 2017
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28 Jul 2017