What It Must Be Like

Harry + boxing 🥊

HELLO???

Love is never lost. Just like energy, it is eternal and infinite. This emotion runs through each and every organism, making it immortally universal.

Love transfuses itself into different forms. Sometimes it is as concrete as solid, then again, often acts like the fluid liquid and evaporates in its gaseous variability.

Oh, to have someone to talk to about literature, to dive into pages and analyze, to find meaning in every guise. To have someone to discuss religion and faith with, to question new ideas, and to find solace in what appears. And then there's art, movies and song, to have someone to talk to about films all day long, to share the beauty of a painted sky, or the grace in a dancer’s high. To talk about poetry, about life and love we keep, to find solace in words that rhyme, and to savor every single line. History, its lessons learned, to talk about wars and methods spurned. To learn from the past and plan for future, and to find meaning in every texture. Oh, to have someone to talk to, to share thoughts and ideas anew, and to feel understood in all we do.

kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry​ for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface​ for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol 

talk to me about harry and y/n! let me know your thoughts!!

From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

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Love is wholeness and wholeness is love.