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The thing is, Callum’s- well, he’s Callum. The bloke from the bookshop that’s tucked down just away from Albert Square, that you’d only really see if you were looking for it. The man that’s hidden behind a door that was once bright blue, but that’s now faded and chipped with time and the shitty British weather. The clumsy, friendly guy behind the counter with little to say for himself and little to be remembered for. He’s just him, and he’d found some way to be content in that, a quiet little life with nothing much to speak for. Whereas Ben- in the same way Callum’s just Callum, Ben is Ben Mitchell, the man who’s been in near enough every movie that Callum’s seen showing at the cinema in the city for the past year. He’s something else, something so much bigger than Callum could ever really comprehend. They don’t work (they shouldn’t work) and they’re nothing alike (maybe they’ve got more in common than Callum ever thought)- -but maybe that’s why they do. A Notting Hill AU

Fics like it demands to be felt

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