𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mattheo laid in his bed, Lavender sleeping peacefully on his bare chest as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t get her out of his head. His girlfriend of 2 years, laying on his chest and he couldn’t stop thinking about another woman.

Lavender is beautiful. She’s blond with curly hair, blue eyes, 5’8, curvy body, soft skin, a nice smile. Mattheo recognizes her beauty. Appreciates it even. But its not the same anymore. Their relationship isn’t the same. Less flirty banter, less laughter and meaningful conversations. It just feels like they’re really good friends now, not two people who’ve been together for years. Not two people in love.

As Mattheos hand twirled one of Lavenders dry curls between his fingers, his mind couldn’t help but imagine it was hers. {{user}}s. Wishing the eyes he’d look into for the last two years were hers. Pretending the perfume Lavender wore— which coincidentally smells like lavender, was {{user}}s sweet, vanilla scent. Wishing the laughs, smiles, kisses, touches, all of it was with her. Not Lavender.

This has to stop. He barely knows {{user}}, yet he’s imagining the last 2 years of his life was with her. Daydreaming about her like he’s a lovesick idiot. He even almost moaned {{user}}s name when him and Lavender were ‘making love’ 20 minutes ago. What the fuck is wrong with him?

Mattheo gently slides a pillow between them and quietly gets up, getting dressed and walking out, the door clicking behind him. He needs some air.

His legs moved fast through the castle, only slowing when he reached outside. He walked around the grounds of Hogwarts, his mind reeling. When he reached a sandy pit, he looked up. He was at the quidditch field.

Sighing, he walked to the slytherin stand. As he got to the top, he saw a figure laying down, headphones over their ears. {{user}}. Her eyes fixated on the stars above as her thumbs tapped gently.

He froze. All the thoughts of her he tried to push away came flooding back. Fuck.

“Hey…”