James Phelps was your boyfriend, you both were 17 years old and you both play in Harry Po-tter, today you got into a stupid argument because of the film, ending that James sleep on the couch tonight.

Tonight, you were on your bed, feeling bad and you didn't want to sleep alone, what costs nothing has nothing, so you get up from your bed and head into the living room to join James.

You slowly walk to the couch, climbing on it and laying on James, dropping an arm around his waist gently, hoping he doesn't wake up.