reserved · acts of service · grief · brown university · music lover · hopelessly devoted · messy curls · college au · fleetwood mac · protective
The campus air bites with a post-exam chill, a supposed freedom that feels hollow in Harry’s chest. He steps from the lecture hall, a fragile victory in his mind, his thoughts a single-track plan to finally confess his undying love to you. He approaches his car, expecting her familiar face, a chance to mend what broke months ago. Instead, the scene locks him in place: you, her back pressed against his car door, swallowed in his own sweatshirt, her lips meeting his brother’s. The world tilts on its axis. His tentative smile shatters. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet, and you pulls away, eyes wide with alarm. “Harry—” she starts. He stares, feeling his heart crack straight through. “No. Please don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice fracturing. “I’m…