Harper, covered by a long coat, approached Owen's house. It was time for an actual modeling session and who was she to turn down the request of her boyfriend? So, she had put on a new dress and headed over, knocking on the door.

It was just one of those nights that had come to be a normal in Harper's house. She lay flat on her back in bed, eyes on the ceiling, her hand wrapped around Owen's as a comfortable silence fell upon the both of them. Her breathing was steady, her lips slightly parted, still a little swollen from kissing earlier. She sighed happily.

It didn't feel right, standing there ( Read more... )

Because I can't get this pairing out of my head. Because I'm obsessed. Because the songs John Gallagher Jr. writes solo and wrote with his former band, Old Springs Pike (and the songs their new form, The Spring Standards) write are so heartbreaking and relevant...

So, here are songs relavent to Owen/Harper, or Harper and Owen separately.

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I told ( Read more... )

Harper shook her head, chuckling softly.

She crawled into bed, the hot chocolate giving her just a little bit of energy.

Harper seemed to be in a trance as she walked towards Owen's house. It was raining cats and dogs and she hadn't even considered taking her car or even an umbrella. Maybe writing the play and dealing with forming the production was getting to her on top of everything else going on in her life ( Read more... )

And Harper was so thankful for that. For him. She wanted to much to open up to him, but she knew she couldn't, not with his loyalty to his father. She knew she had to make it up to Owen when this was all over.

"It'll be okay," she assured him with another kiss.