Hipster Harry snuck your phone away at some point in the endless evening and set this pic as your lock screen, a fact you only discovered when he texted you in the wee hours after he dropped you off.
"I surge to life in your hands -Hxx."*
He’d been taking his time, wooing you with stories and love notes and heart pangy lines from Neruda. You stared at the image, smitten by how the openness of his face mirrored what he’d shown you of his heart. And that was all it took, really. You grabbed your coat and set off to put the proof to his words.
Part 1 of 2. Part 2 is NSFW (18+). Find it here: http://bluechroniclesofhipsterharry.tumblr.com/post/81392694894/hipster-harry-as-he-was-when-you-found-him-you
*With apologies/credit to swoony Pablo Neruda for the words