Let the flames burn me,

Let the waves swallow me,

Let the Earth break me,

Let the wind scatter me.

I want the stars to remake me.

- [c.c.]

Description:

Where Niall's friend Harry always wears the same fake wings on his back until they're twenty one years old and Harry comes to him with dull eyes and misery.

Where Harry breaks the one rule he has, and has to suffer the consequences, and his friend Niall only knows about them when they're twenty one years old.

(Had an idea for this story and just kinda wrote it. It's a very soft, very simple story with only a few parts, so if you're in to Narry and you're in to mythology and science fiction, this story is full of it.)