you had the perfect boyfriend, jacob- sensible, incredible, made all your single friends jealous, but he wasn’t harry. you missed the countless fights that led to kissing under pouring rain and the thrill of being chased by paparazzi as he laughed with you and dragged you along. there was something missing when you were with jacob, no thrill no angst, nothing just lukewarm love and a relationship that your family approved of. you’re sitting cross legged on the floor of your ballet studio, when you hear a door slam behind you and a familiar voice shout. “let me see her, man.”