This little scene broke my heart. The girl who believed in nargles, in wrackspurts and blibbering humdingers, has become the girl who believed no more.
i tHINK IM GOING TO START CRYING NW
See, the thing that nobody understands, is that Luna believed in things that had proof. She’s a Ravenclaw, a genius, an expert in the unseen but proven. I mean, if she’d started talking about Thestrals before Harry had been able to see them, saying that there was an invisible winged horse pulling the carriages that only people that had witnessed death could see? You’d have thought THAT was crazy, too.
Luna knows Nargles and Wrackspurts are out there. As far as she knows, there’s proof of it.
But seashells hanging in a door? Those don’t do anything, nothing but give you a false sense of security.
It’s not that Luna doesn’t believe. It’s that now, as always, she’s frank and straightforward. Seashells can’t keep the evil at bay. Nothing can.
Thank you. She is not a naive little kid who believes everything you tell her. She just knows some things we don’t. Because she looks harder.
This song is based off of the song by Ron Pope. I would suggest listening to it while you read.
You sat on your bed, eyes watering as you stared at the screen, trying not to see it at all. It was in the middle of a tour, and it was a bad time for you. Harry being gone was apart of the job, and you knew that, but him being away was the problem. You saw your phone screen light up with a picture of you and Harry kissing the last time you had gone to see your parents. You quickly wiped away at your eyes, and cleared your throat. You knew that he would be able to tell you were crying, but you wanted to make it as less obvious as possible.
Pressing the green button, you held the phone to your ear, licking your lips. “Hello?” You asked quietly.
"(y/n)! Love, I missed you and wanted to see what you were doing." He asked, hearing the bright smile on his lips. A small smile curled onto your lips, as you tried to force yourself to be happy for the few moments you would be on the phone with him.
"Oh, you know.. The usual.. Sitting on the bed, scrolling through twitter." You replied softly, hoping that your voice wasn’t too shaky.
"(y/n), babe, what’s wrong? It sounds like you’ve been.. Wait you didn’t read anything right? " He asked, his voice softening. You glanced at your computer, as if he could see it.
"N-no." You lied, and you could hear his sigh, telling you he knew.
"We’ve talked about this.. you shouldn’t do that.. In all honesty, you need to just stay off of there. They are cruel people.." He said, his voice almost being the comfort you needed right not. Almost.
"I-I’m fine." You replied quietly, wiping at your eyes once again. "B-but… maybe they’re right.. Maybe I don’t d-deserve-" You were cut off by a harsh tone coming from the other side of the phone.
"Don’t you dare finish that sentence, (y/n)." He said, almost being able to hear him grinding his teeth. "Don’t ever believe that, out of everything, for one minute. I don’t deserve you, if anything. You are what makes me happy, and smile. My love for you, is what lets me get on that stage each night, and sing my heart out, because finally, I have found the person all those songs were meant for. You, (y/n). All those other girls, calling you names, saying I deserve better, that you aren’t good enough.. They don’t know you. They don’t see that smile. They don’t hear your laugh like I do. All of it’s perfect." He said through the phone, his words becoming less harsh as each word came out.
"B-but Harry.. All the things they say.. They’re tru-"
"No they aren’t. They aren’t true, and they don’t mean to me as much as you do. If it came right down to it, you would be who I choose. The one who I have cried over, countless times on just this tour, because I can’t have you in my arms at night. You’re the reason that after every tour, I come home. I come straight to you, because you are my home, (y/n). Don’t let anyone let you believe otherwise." You could hear him talking away from the phone, a sigh coming from his lips as he put the phone back to his ear. "I love you, okay? No one else. You’re the one for me. Forever and always. No matter what anyone else says. Do you understand?" He asked kindly, trying to sooth you over.
You nodded at first, then remembered he couldn’t see you. “Y-yes.” You answered in a whisper. He quickly said goodbye, and hung up because he had to get on stage. As you tossed the phone to the side, you shut the laptop, pushing it to the side, before laid back against the bed, closing your eyes. “He loves you.. that’s all that matters… D-don’t listen to a word they say..” You repeated over and over to yourself before falling fast asleep, on his side of the bed.
THIS SONG HAD BEEN COVERED BY ED SHEERAN. JOHNNY CASH, JACK WHITE AND LIKE EVERYBODY BUT NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THIS KID WITH AN IPHONE.
YOU NEED THIS. MY. GOD.
I just fell in love. holy shit.
I’m back with a bigger and better give away!
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- Your choice of Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn or Louis Office Depot supplies (3 supplies only)
- Little Mix t-hirt. (S-XL)
- Itunes copy of Salute.
- Physically copy of Midnight Memories.
- 5SOS shirt. (S-XL)
- Little Things phone case. (Iphone4-5s)
- Little Mix 2014 calender.
- 5SOS beanie.
- Your choice of Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn or Louis sweatshirt (S-XL)
- One Direction mini 2014 calender.
- $100 Topshop gift card
- Used Macbook
- Your choice of Little Mix make-up
- One Direction This Is Us movie on blue ray
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