You and Harry had been together for a few months, and he thought things were going great. He thought.

You on the other hand, weren’t so happy. He was constantly flirting with other girls and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You brought him to the small, sludgy beach on the Isle and finally told him you wanted to break up. He looked at you and started chuckling, you had to be kidding, “you’re joking, right? Pulling my leg? Hahah. So funny.”