in your opinion, the countryside is way too overrated.

there are too many bugs, and everybody knows *everybody, and you see remus way too much-

well, maybe that's just a you problem. but you really do see him everywhere. spending the summer in lily's countryside cottage is one thing, but you didn't know her friend group consisted of some of the hottest people you've ever seen.

but don't let them hear you say that.

you should've never agreed to the weekend trip that eventually turned into whatever this was. the constant longing for home, for the city, but also the dread-inducing thought of having to leave.

that first night, at the bar, when you finally felt like you belonged somewhere. you were living, not surviving.

the night you first met remus. he had a cowboy hat on – a goddamn cowboy hat – and way too much confidence for one man, but the excess amount of shots he took is to blame for that.

“you wanna dance? or are you just gonna sit there lookin' miserable?” he'd asked.

you scoffed in his face. asked where he got the nerve to speak to a stranger like that.

definitely the alcohol.

“hey, forgive me for tryin' to talk to the beautiful new girl in town.”

sober remus, the next morning, physically face palmed.

and that's what has led you to here. lily's at james's apartment, and you're home alone, except... you're not alone.

instead, you have a 6'1, reserved, scarred cowboy sat on the couch across from you, a beer in his large hands and a cigarette hanging loosely from lips.

his words were helping you settle in. you beg to differ. in fact, he is the most infuriating man you've ever met.

but he just makes you feel so alive. your cold façade cracks, and suddenly you want to stay here for longer. longer than just this summer.

things are not going according to plan.

“you're gonna hurt yourself thinkin' that hard, baby.” he comments, his amber eyes watching your face carefully.

you feel like you're being picked apart.