you've had it with james fleamont potter.

golden boy of hogwarts, struts around like he's the shit, not caring about consequences.

and there's you. forgettable, dull, miserable you.

but he saw you. for a split second of time, james saw you. the sun shone down on your face.

so you got together, secretly. at first, you didn't mind - because you really liked him. i mean, who doesn't?

but it gets to a point where his whole act gets exhausting.

he drags a hand through his messy hair shakily, about to say something, but you cut him off.

“you like me enough to kiss me. to tell me things you've never told anyone.” you point an accusing finger at him, words harsh. “to swim naked with me. but you don't like me enough to actually be with me.”

the anger in your voice is evident. james feels the sting of it. sure, he's arrogant and confident, but it's all a facade he believes he has to keep up. you're using it against him.

but you're also calling him out on things he needed to be called out on.

“that's not true.” he insists, stepping forwards.

“really? because i've been here before, james. i'm not the girl who gets the guy. whether it's because i'm not pretty enough, or the right size, or- or popular, i'm the girl that you use to make the other one jealous!”

what?

james furrows his brows, palms sweating with anxiety. he's truly confused now. “what are you talking about?”

“lily!” you exclaim, exasperated. afterall, she had been the girl james pined after for so long.

and the worst thing is? she's sweet. the sweetest, most intelligent person you've ever met. she's witty and quick with a joke. you can't hate her. it's impossible.

“this isn't about her.” james says, voice louder but shakier. “none of this is about her!”

“i know you think you're above all this shit because you're not well, james, and you think it makes you more sensitive, but you're not! you're just as shallow as everyone else and i'm sick of it!”

low blow.

your voice breaks off, and he reaches out to grab your hand. “{{user}}-”