The fact that Harry now knows how Aven felt when she was falling in love with him when he was in the mafia reminds me of the line “now I know what it’s like to fall in love from the outside” from Him and I’m not okay with that
“I watch the gradient colours fade into different mirages of purple. They glow the entire proximity of Times Square. Standing side by side, we stare up at the captivating lights in the heart of the city.”
I ruined your life when I shared my joint with you in an empty football field. I ruined your life when I raced you into the ocean or carved your nickname in a tree. I ruined your life when I kissed you, when I fucked you, when I held your hand.
I ruined your life when I loved you
“Niall she fuckin brought me to Times Square to show me this shit. She let me call her Av. I basically held her hand. I’m not going crazy, she’s still there I’m telling you.”
I still can’t stop thinking about that damn chapter. Harry playing the piano in front of all of those people, being literally right in front of Kai, Aven recognizing the song, the kiss. I need to be sent to a mental health facility.
Hating on people for enjoying a book and also hating on the author is so fucking low. Imagine being so upset with your own life that you have to attempt to put others down too. It’s not hard to simply ignore something if you don’t like it. Don’t be a twat.