I don’t know if you get to choose who you fall in love with, who ends up taking a little piece of your heart with them when they leave. If someone had asked me, I don’t think I would have chosen Harry Styles, and I don’t know if he’d have chosen me. But standing here, looking back through the crystal clear lens of hindsight, I like my choices.
A fic based off The Fault In Our Stars, an absolutely lovely novel by John Green.
Rated: they fuck also swearing (also other stuff whatever IT’S FINE YOU’LL BE FINE. <3)
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