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jack melting at reader scratching his backđđ
Thatâs the spot
âRight there baby yes dammit that feels so good.â
Jack moaned as you scratched his back, it was one of Jackâs rare days off from tour and all he wanted to do was relax and take it easy today and spend time with you of course.
You decided to give Jack a nice little massage day he took a nice long and hot shower and you laid him down on the bed flat on his stomach and you sat on top of him and started rubbing lotion on him he groaned at how good it felt on his sore muscles.
When you started scratching his back he instantly melted when you started doing that. When he was a kid Maggie always scratched his back to help him relax or help him sleep and it worked every time.
âIâm glad I can make you feel good.â You laughed and scratched his back a bit more before stopping and laying on top of his back.
âYou know I love you right.â Jack said after awhile of it being silent.
âYes why?â
âI just feel like I donât tell you enough how much I love you baby.â
âJack you do like almost everyday why are you saying all this?â Jackâs been missing you a lot when he was away on tour and maybe a few of the guys got into his ear and not internationally Jack just started overthinking and when he found out Sunniâs girlfriend broke up with him due to Sunniâs busy schedule it had Jack thinking that youâd leave him as well.
Jack sighed and looked up at the picture of the two of you on his nightstand he smiled and grabbed it and you gave him a confused look still waiting for his answer.
This picture was taken during rehearsals for Forecastle you had jumped on his back and he was a laughing mess trying his best not to drop you. Urban did say it would make a perfect picture and he was right, Jackâs freckles and dimples were on full display.
âSometimes I feel like youâll get tired of me being busy all the time and just leave me.â
You knew heâd say something like this eventually because you did notice how his schedule was picking up a lot more recently.
âIâd never leave you Jack like Iâve said before youâre stuck with me till the end of time.â He laughed and flipped himself over causing you to go tumbling to the side, he hovered over you his blue eyes studying your perfectly round lips.
âIf you donât just kiss me already.â He smirked and kicked his lips before connecting his with yours, those soft and gentle back scratches turned into some not so gentle back scratches if you know what I mean.
Here we go! Part 2. Warning, this is pretty long, clocking in at 6,610 words lmao.
summary: originally based on a prompt. you and jack have been best friends forever, but that sexual tension can only last so long before it breaks. and tonight is the night.
Lengthy CW: LOT of breeding kink (no seriously, a LOT), graphic descriptions of sex, PIV, possessiveness, dom!jack, friends to lovers, creampie, sex without a condom, size kink, oral sex (female recieving)
.... You wandered through the house, looking to give Jack a taste of his own medicine.
You spotted said medicine standing outside, a lone silhouette smoking on the back porch. The back door creaked as you pushed it open, causing Urbanâs head to turn in your direction.
 "Hey there Y/N.â he said, moving his joint to the other hand so he could hug you with his free arm. "Howâs life?â
You shrugged. âSame as always, Urb. Busy, y'know? How about you?â
Urban took a drag from his joint, pausing for a second before exhaling a long plume of smoke into the night air.Â
âBusy too. Jackâs been on tour so weâve just been travelling non-stop. I love it, but itâll be nice to have a break, stay in one place for a while.â
âYeah I can imagine. So, that being said, how are things on the romance front? Anyone special in your life?â you asked teasingly, raising your eyebrows at him.Â
âFuck no. Couple of hook ups but nothing serious. Iâm not interested in something like that right now. Besides - hey, are you cold?â Urban interrupted himself mid sentence, squinting at you through the hazy smoke.Â
You realised you were shivering, unsurprisingly considering it was January and you were in a thin silk top and a matching skirt that covered far too little of your legs . Before you could answer, Urban was shrugging out of his jacket and handing it to you. You were too cold to try and protest, gratefully taking the warm jacket and draping it over your shoulders.Â
âThanks, man, youâre the best.â
You and Urban talked for a while, him telling stories of things that had happened on tour while you laughed incredulously at some of the antics they got into. You were laughing particularly hard at one story about Jackâs manager Neelam shouting at him, clutching Urbanâs arm to steady yourself. In that moment, you heard the squeal of door hinges followed by feet thudding onto the porch.Â
You twisted around to find Jack standing there, so tall he was just short of the doorframe. There was silence for what couldnât have been more than a moment, but you swore it stretched on forever, just you and Jack staring at one another. The spell was broken by Urban clearing his throat, putting out the rest of his joint against the porch railing.
âIâm gonna head back inside. Y/N, great to see you again."Â
And with that, he was gone, disappearing through the door leaving you and Jack alone in the frigid air.Â
Jack eyed your borrowed jacket, shaking his head before closing the distance between you.Â
"What, I leave you alone for five minutes and now you and Urb are a thing? Jeez Y/N, not twenty minutes ago it was that guy Matt. And you say Iâm  promiscuous.â he tutted, pretending to look disappointed.Â
âWhat can I say, Â Iâm not looking to leave here alone tonight.â you shrugged, avoiding the heat of his gaze. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen his expression darken.Â
âWhat, and youâd fuck Urban?â
The undercurrent of anger in his tone left you surprised, but it wasnât long before it turned to annoyance. Who the hell did he think he was?
âWhy not? Urban is an attractive guy. You jealous or something?â you glared at him, unable to refrain from goading him. âIf youâre as good as you claim you are, youâd be confident enough in your abilities to not be jealous.â
Jackâs stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. He towered over you, his glare like ice. âBelieve me princess, Iâm more than confident in my abilities. If I fucked you Iâd ruin you for any other guys. You wouldnât want anyone else."Â
"Oh youâre such a fucking liar, is there any bullshit you wonât say to make yourself sound good?â you scoffed, pushing at his chest. He didnât move an inch. You went to push him again, but in a flash he had gripped both of your wrists in one of his hands.Â
You stopped, mesmerised by how his grip swallowed your wrists like they were nothing. While you were distracted Jack headed back inside, pulling you along behind him by your wrists. You struggled to stay upright in your heels, taking quick little steps to keep up with his long legs. You were aware of the looks you drew from the other partygoers, what a strange sight it must have been. Â
Jack stopped when he got to the bottom of the stairs, letting go of your wrists to guide you up the steps ahead of him. You watched each step carefully, Jackâs body heat burning the space directly behind you. Once you reached the landing Jack led the way again, purposefully striding towards a door at the very end of the corridor. He stuck his head around the door, examining the room, before pulling you in and shutting the door behind you.Â
The room was dark, illuminated only by faint light from the moon trickling in through the open curtains. You backed against the door, heart racing as you anticipated his next move. Suddenly the room lit up, warm light from a bedside lamp allowing you to see again. Jack stood across the room from you, the light casting shadows across his handsome face.Â
âWhose room is this?â you asked, feeling awkward around him for the first time in your life.Â
âDonât know. Donât care either.â he replied, crossing the space to stand in front of you. âAnd take that fucking jacket off.â
Your core clenched, electricity racing down your stomach into your groin at his words. Part of you wanted to give him everything he wanted, to lay down and let him take you.Â
However, the other part of you loved to antagonise Jack. You wrapped the jacket tighter around yourself, smirking at him.Â
âWhy? Does it bother you that Iâm wearing Urbanâs jacket? You should really look at that part of yourself Jack, jealousy is a real-"Â
Your sentence was cut short by Jack leaning down to crash his lips against yours. You gasped into his mouth, overcome by the sensation of his soft mouth melding with yours. You reached out on autopilot, running your hands along Jackâs sides before sneaking them up underneath his shirt, pressing your cold hands to his hips. Jack nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to yelp, before he pulled away. He shoved the jacket from where it rested on your shoulders, grunting in satisfaction as it landed on the floor.Â
"If youâre gonna wear anyoneâs fucking jacket it should be mine.â he grumbled, his voice low as his hands trailed down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. âAfter I fuck you, when I take you home, Iâm gonna wrap you up in my jacket so they can all see who you belong to.â
His words hit you like a lead weight in the stomach. They spoke directly to your longing to be claimed by someone as theirs, to be one half of a whole. The fact that is was Jack saying them made the whole thing feel like a fever dream. Despite the impact of his words, you couldnât resist being a brat, eager to see how far you could push him before he snapped.
âGod youâre so full of yourself, Jack. What makes you think for even a minute that Iâd want to belong to you?âÂ
Jack stared at you for a split second before lifting you up into his arms and depositing you unceremoniously on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, pulling off the aforementioned jacket. You raised yourself up on your elbows, gazing hungrily at his broad shoulders which tapered down to a small waist accentuated by his skin tight t-shirt. He kicked off his shoes before grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you towards him. Squealing, your hands flew to pull the hem of your skirt back down from where it had bunched above your waist.Â
Jack was focused on carefully undoing the straps of your heels, Â rubbing his thumb soothingly over the indents the buckles had left on the your ankle. Once your shoes had joined his on the floor, he began to kiss down the length of your leg, featherlight kisses that made your panties damp. Â
âYou talk such a big game. Do you ever shut up?â he asked in between kisses.Â
Your breaths came quick, brain unable to fully process what was happening. âWhy donât you shut me up then, if it bothers you so much?â you challenged, sounding more breathless than you would have liked.Â
Jack smirked, continuing to kiss along your leg. His free hand caressed your upper thigh, his fingertips ghosting across the sensitive skin. You shuddered, lust coursing through you so strongly you felt drunk. Jack stopped his ministrations to look at you.Â
ââM barely touching you and youâre already so reactive, baby. Whatâs that about, hmm? Do you want me to fuck you, is that it?âÂ
You wanted to nod manically, wanted to beg him to touch you properly, wanted to beg for his cock filling you up. But this was still Jack, and you were still you, so things were never that easy.
âI guess Iâm willing to join the ranks of girls youâve disappointed, someoneâs gotta take one for the team.â you taunted him, enjoying seeing his eyes darken as his expression turned to one of annoyance.
He let your leg fall back down onto the bed before roughly shoving up your skirt so it sat in a knot of fabric around your hips. He knelt on the floor, never taking his eyes off your pussy, barely covered in a tiny thong. You felt a sudden flush of embarrassment under his unwavering stare, felt your cheeks burn knowing that the baby blue fabric would do little to hide how it clung to your wet folds, the cotton darker where your wetness had soaked through it.Â
Jack trailed a finger across the thin fabric, applying slight pressure when he rubbed over your clit. You bit back a groan, the friction deliciously tantalising. Jack hooked his fingers underneath the string waistband and began to shimmy the thong down your legs. You lifted your hips to allow him to pull it off you completely, before settling back down and allowing your legs to fall open.
âYouâre already so wet, sweetheart. Is that all for me?â he asked, his voice low. Before you could think of a smart answer he pushed his hands under your thighs, looping them around to pull you closer to him. His hands stayed there, a firm, reassuring grip at the divot between your hip and thigh. You could feel his breath against your core, the barest of sensations. You were tensed in anticipation, waiting for him to put his mouth on you, to do something, anything.Â
âJack-â you said, your voice sounding desperate even to your own ears.Â
âHmm?â he hummed, lips now pressed against your inner thigh. âDo you want something? You want something from me?âÂ
You were sure that if he didnât touch you soon you would burst into flames, lust overcoming your need to be contrary.
âYes. I need you to touch me, to do something Jack, please, I promise Iâll be so good for you-âÂ
You were cut off mid sentence as Jack dragged the flat of his tongue along your folds, latching onto your clit and suckling lightly. A gasp tore from your body at the sensation. Jack alternated between sucking at your clit and lapping at you, broad strokes of his tongue that set your nerve endings on fire. You were embarrassingly close already, unwilling to believe that something other than your strongest vibrator could have you so close to cumming so fast. Jack groaned against you, pulling back to run a finger through your pussy before pushing it into you.Â
You clutched at the bed sheets, the sudden intrusion introducing a new dimension to your pleasure.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight, baby. Donât know how Iâm gonna fit inside you.â Jack remarked, slipping a second finger in and curling them both upwards to press against your g-spot. Your back arched off the mattress, a wail escaping before you clamped your hand down over your mouth to try and muffle the sound.Â
âIâm gonna make you feel so good.â Jack said before diving back in to lick at your clit. The combination of sensations was too much, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You let out a strangled yell, pleasure coursing through you in waves that threatened to pull you under. Jack was relentless, continuing to suck at you. You ground your pussy against his face, lost in the feeling and prolonging your high.
Once you came down, it became too much and you pushed at Jackâs head, letting him know. Your already uneven breath hitched as he pressed a final soft kiss to your clit before pulling away. You propped yourself up on shaky arms to look at him. He was resting his chin on his folded hands, gazing up at you with sky blue eyes. He would have looked angelic, like something from a painting, were it not for his smug grin and the fact that his beard and moustache glistened with your wetness.Â
âNow feel free to correct me if Iâm wrong, but I donât think you sounded like someone who was disappointed.â he threw out lazily, a mischievous  glint in his eye. Â
âDonât worry Jackman, thereâs still plenty of time.â you teased; acutely aware of the fact that your orgasm had done nothing to quell your hunger for him; if anything it had made it worse.Â
âNow, are you gonna fuck me or are you just all talk?â
Jack stood, hands dropping to his waistband to pop open the buttons. He shoved his pants down his legs and kicked them off, leaving him in his grey boxer briefs which strained to contain his erection. There was a wet patch stained with pre-cum on them. Now it was your turn to be mesmerised, watching almost without blinking as he rolled his boxers down, allowing his dick to spring free. You were genuinely speechless for a second.Â
Jack had, without a doubt, the nicest cock you had ever seen. It was long and thick, a pretty pink colour with a heavy vein running along the bottom of it. The tip was a deeper reddish pink, swollen and leaking pre-cum that made your mouth water. You would have died there and then just to taste him, feel the weight of him against your tongue. Jack watched you stare, moving his hand along his length. Finally you spoke.Â
âThere is no way that will fit inside me.âÂ
Jack smirked. âIt will, baby. You were made for me, of course Iâll fit. Gonna fit so perfectly, fill you up just right.âÂ
He took a step forward, kneeling on the edge of the bed.Â
âNow pretty girl, how do you want me to fuck you?â
You scrambled backwards, turning yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your ass in the air, looking back at him over your shoulder.Â
Jack nodded his approval, licking his lower lip at the sight before him. He came closer to you, placing his hands on your waist. You felt him fiddle with the zipper on your skirt, smoothing it out before unzipping and discarding it on the floor. He ran his hands down the arch of your back, cresting the curve of your ass. He lightly spanked you, a barely there sting of pain, then you felt the bed move as he climbed down to hunt in his many pockets for his wallet. You turned to watch him rifle through the contents, pulling out a condom before throwing the wallet back onto the growing pile of your clothes.Â
Your pussy clenched at the sight of him tearing open the wrapper with his teeth, rolling the latex down his considerable length. He took his time, enjoying watching you hug your thighs together, unconsciously shifting back and forth to get some kind of friction. Your neediness made you petty.Â
âYouâre not about to fall at the final hurdle are you, J? Canât get it up, hmm? It happens to a lot of guys. Donât worry, Iâm sure thereâs someone downstairs I could ask to-â you inhaled sharply as you felt the pressure of his dick pressing against your opening. It felt huge, the blunt head catching on your little hole, nudging in just slightly. You tried to wriggle back a little, trying to get him to slip deeper inside of you, but a firm hand on your hip held you still.Â
âIâve been lenient with you babygirl, Iâve let you talk a lot of shit tonight. But if you want me to fuck you, youâre gonna have to put that pretty mouth to good use and ask me real nicely.â Jack said, his demeanour casual despite his compromising position.
Your mind had gone blank, all thoughts of antagonising him wiped clean. All you could think of was how badly you needed him inside of you, needed to feel him filling you up. You were operating on pure primal instinct, wanting him to bite and claim you like an animal.Â
âIâm sorry Jack, âm sorry Iâve been a brat. Want you so badly, need you inside me baby, please, Iâm so empty without you.â you spat out, your eyes tightly shut as you focused everything you had on speaking coherently. âWanna make you cum, let me make you feel good, please Jack.âÂ
Jack swept his thumb over your hip, caressing the skin. "Thereâs my good girl.â
He pulled you back against him by your hips, the first few swollen inches sliding into you, stretching you open. You and Jack groaned in unison, both unprepared for how good it felt.
âFuck.â Jack cursed, strain evident in his voice.
He pushed in further, opening you up until he was fully seated inside you, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. You could barely breathe, a tiny whimper escaping your lips. You had never felt so full before, it was a delicious feeling that you knew you were going to be hooked on.Â
He pulled out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness, before driving back in forcefully. His hips crashed against yours as he began to fuck you, his pace steady but insistent. Jack grunted in satisfaction, relishing the slapping of skin against skin and the slick noises of his cock moving in your soaking wet pussy. You were unable to keep holding yourself up, dropping down onto your elbows. Jack pressed his big palm against the base of your spine, prompting you to flatten your torso to the mattress and arch your ass even higher in the air. The change in angle meant his tip now pinned against your g-spot as he slid in and out. He began to fuck you at a more brutal pace, the head of his cock hitting your cervix. You had never been with someone big enough to do that, the sensation causing pleasure to ripple through you in a totally new way. You began to rock back against him, meeting his thrusts, all the while pressing your face into the duvet to muffle the cries that came from you. Pressure built in your stomach, a familiar feeling that made you all the more desperate.Â
âGod youâre so big. Wish we didnât need the condom, wanna feel all of you, feel every inch.â You mumbled mindlessly, uncaring if he even heard you. "Want you to feel how warm and wet I am on your bare skin.â
A strong hand suddenly fisted in your hair, close to your scalp, pulling your head up from the bed, your upper body following to lean against Jackâs still clothed chest. You were now seated on his lap, legs tucked in between his. You rested your head back against his shoulder and looked up at him, relieved to see that Jackâs eyes were as wild as you imagined yours to be.
âWhat did you say, baby? You want me to fuck you bare?â he whispered against your ear, his voice velvety. The light touch of his breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine, causing you to clench down on his cock involuntarily. Jack moaned, a guttural sound that stoked the fire of your lust for him even more.Â
âWould you- ah, fuck, would you let Urban or that other guy fuck you bare?â he asked, his hands gripping at your hips to bounce you on his cock. âWould you let âem cum inside you?"Â
You shook your head, eyes rolling back in your head as Jack ground the head of his cock against you.Â
"No, no J, I wouldnât, I promise. Only you. Only want your cum, no one elseâs.â
Jackâs fingers dug into you, his clutch betraying how completely gone he was for you.
âJust for me, huh? Now I feel real special, baby.â His head dropped to your shoulder, his teeth scraping along the exposed skin before he bit down with a groan. You whined again, pain and pleasure mingling into one confusing blend.Â
âI want to give you my cum so badly, babygirl. Want to completely fill you up until itâs flooding out of you, I wanna make you walk out of here knowing that anyone could see my cum running down your thighs. Wondering if I managed to knock you up.â
Jack shuddered, the pace of his thrusts beginning to falter. One hand snaked around your front to rub at your exposed clit, fingers gliding easily thanks to your wetness. Your mouth fell open, a high keening noise escaping. You were so close, the bubble of pressure in your groin felt ready to burst.Â
âJack please, m'gonna cum.â You managed to plead. You moved desperately against his fingers as they sped up, his cock grinding so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him in your stomach.Â
One final thrust that pressed him right against your cervix was enough, and you shouted involuntarily as you came, clamping down on his cock as your orgasm took over. Pleasure travelled through you, electrifying every nerve ending. You rolled your body against him, riding the sensations as you began to tremble from the intensity. You collapsed back against him, completely limp against his chest, struggling to catch your breath.Â
âSuch a good girl, so good for me.â Jack cooed in your ear, his hands clasped together over the slight distention of your lower stomach caused by his cock. âYou did such a good job, baby.âÂ
Your whole body was damp, hair sticking to the nape of your neck. You craned your head to kiss the column of Jackâs throat, feeling the bristle of the stubble there against your lips.Â
âYou okay?â he asked, eyes closed as he basked in the attention.
âMore than okay. Now I wanna make you feel good, J.â you said hoarsely, nuzzling against his neck and inhaling his scent.Â
You felt him nod, kissing the top of your head. âLie on your back for me then.â
You complied, your movements uncoordinated, not unlike a new born giraffe trying to find its feet. Jack slipped out of you as you rearranged yourself and you grimaced at the emptiness.Â
You pulled your top off, flinging it over the edge of the bed before lying back, the sheets cold against your newly exposed skin. Jack knelt between your legs, one hand lazily stroking his cock.Â
âYou are so fucking hot.â he remarked, running a hungry glance down your now completely naked body. Your cheeks flushed under his scrutiny.
âTake your shirt off.â you said, changing the subject.Â
Jack grinned, grabbing the neck of his shirt and yanking it over his head. He threw it at you, and you glared at him, batting it aside.Â
âYou know, people donât usually get completely naked in situations like this.â he commented. âItâs usually a clothed affair, you know, for speed and discretion.â
You rolled your eyes at him. âOf course youâd know, you slut.â
Jack hovered over you, propping himself up with his hands. His face was inches from yours when he spoke.Â
âI think itâs rich of you to call me a slut, when youâre the one who just let me bend you over some strangerâs bed and make you scream in a house full of people we know.âÂ
Your eyes went wide as you remembered that you were, in fact, at a party. With your friends.Â
âDo you think they heard?â you asked, mildly embarrassed at the thought. Jackâs grin was smug.Â
âIâm counting on it. Iâm trying to mark my territory here.âÂ
âThis your territory, Jack?â you questioned, running your hands along your curves, fingers dipping into the wetness of your cunt. âThen prove it.â
Jack growled, diving in to nip at your neck, his perfect teeth sharp against your skin. He bit along your neck to your shoulder, periodically deepening his bite by suckling on the flesh between his teeth. You knew you were going to be littered with bruises tomorrow.Â
âYouâre damn right this is my territory. These perfect tits? Mine.â he said against your skin, moving his head down to take your nipple into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking it for just a split second before letting it go. He got back up onto his knees, his hand going to cup your mound.Â
âThis pretty little pussy? Mine. Itâs all mine.â
You blinked up at him, the raw possessiveness in his tone shocking you. He loomed over you, one hand going back to his dick, still hard inside the condom.Â
âI would love nothing more than to take this off and fuck you raw, feel how tight and wet your walls really are as they grip my cock.â Jack confessed, his voice becoming the only sound in the world for you. âPress myself right up against your womb as I cum, maybe even get you pregnant. Watch as you grow heavy with my child, watch how your body changes because of me.âÂ
You were so turned on by his words that all you could do was stare at him, open mouthed, listening to him describe what had been your deepest, darkest fantasy for some time.Â
âThen Iâll have truly marked my territory. Then every man who looks at you will know that I was the one to claim you, that I filled up your cunt until it was overflowing with my cum.â Jack exhaled shakily, clearly grappling with himself.Â
 You recognised those same urges battling inside you, lust clouding your brain until you couldnât form a coherent thought.Â
âYou can do it.â you blurted out, your heart slamming against the walls of your chest. âI want you to do it.âÂ
Jack closed his eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths as he tried to hold himself back.
âPlease, Jack.â you whispered, barely audible.Â
But he still heard, and it was your soft plea that melted away what few rational thoughts he had left.Â
He reached down to yank the condom off, immediately grateful to be free from the restriction. He was rock hard, the sight of you offering yourself up to him enough like something out of a dream. With one hand on his cock, Jack guided himself to your slit, the plush head parting your folds and bumping up against your clit. He gritted his teeth, trying to refrain from just shoving into you and fucking you until he came. Your hands gripped the duvet tightly, your teeth clamped on your lower lip as you drank in the feeling of Jack rubbing his bare dick along the length of your soaking pussy.Â
âPut it in, please.â You managed to get out between shallow breaths.
Jack angled his cock downwards, pressing into you with ease this time as your hole gladly stretched to accommodate him. He threw his head back and cursed gutturally, your clenching walls pulsating around him providing him with the most intense sensation he had ever experienced.Â
âHow the hell are you so tight? Gripping me like a goddamn vice.â he panted, beginning to move his hips slowly. You were completely unable to reply, too focused on being able to feel every ridge and vein of his cock inside you, on how much better the drag of his cock felt without the latex between you. You were almost sure that you could cum again from this alone.Â
Jack was spellbound by the sight of you gripping his dick as it moved in and out of you, the skin gleaming with your slick. He picked up your legs from where they were relaxed against his sides and hitched them up over his hips, pressing himself forward to lean over you again. You locked your ankles together behind his back and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. He kissed you hungrily, his mouth devouring yours.Â
"Thereâs no way Iâm gonna last baby, you feel so fucking good around me, got me so close already.â he mumbled against your lips as he continued thrusting.Â
"Me too, so close.â you gasped, unsure of how the hell it was even possible since you had never cum from just penetration before. but that feeling was unmistakable.Â
âFuck me harder, Jack. Make me cum on your cock.âÂ
Jack buried his head against your neck, his hands on either side of your head as he began to thrust in earnest. The air was filled with the smacking sounds of his hips against yours, interspersed with gasps and groans that came from both of you. Your orgasm built and built, left you feeling like you were suspended tightly by a thread. One particularly firm thrust that hit just right was enough to snap the thread, sending you into free fall. You let out a wail, clenching down impossibly tight as your back lifted off the mattress, arching into Jackâs body. Distantly, you were aware of Jack grunting, his rhythm becoming disjointed as he chased his own high.Â
"Cum in my pussy, baby.â you whispered to him, your voice raspy. âItâs only for you, youâre the only person to ever do it, only person I ever want to fill me up like this.âÂ
Jack made a strangled sound, rutting into you frantically until he came inside you, crying out. You could feel him pulse deep inside, the warmth blooming as ropes of his cum painted your cervix. He bit down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet himself, his cock twitching.Â
You tangled your fingers in his curls, stroking the back of his head as he came down. He was panting, nuzzling his face against your neck, breathing your scent in deeply.Â
Eventually, he pulled away from you, holding himself up on his elbows. His pupils were still blown wide, but his expression was soft, softer than you had ever seen on him before. His torso was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his KY chain catching the light as it dangled from his chest.Â
âI think I may be in love with you after that.â he said jokingly, but his eyes betrayed the true emotion behind what he had said.
You had always loved that about him, loved how expressive his eyes were, always acting as a whistleblower for his real feelings. Despite the fact that you wanted to confess your feelings for him, tell him that you had been in love with him forever, you knew now wasnât the time.Â
"I get that a lot.â you said instead, shrugging blithely. Jack narrowed his eyes, one hand coming down to wrap around your throat.Â
âI think I liked you better when you were begging me to fuck you.â
You stared back at him defiantly, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.Â
"And I think I liked you better when you were fantasising about cumming in me.â
Jack snorted, the tension between you two broken in an instant.Â
âYeah, that was uhh⌠an interesting choice. Didnât think youâd be into that.â He admitted. "Obviously I am, but y'know, itâs not usually something I pull out on the first hook-up.â
âI can see why some people might find it a little off-putting.â you agreed, giggling at how sheepish he looked.Â
âNot you though.â he shot back, watching your face for a reaction.Â
âNo, not me though.âÂ
There was a moment of silence where you stared at one another. This close you could see the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, how his long eyelashes brushed against his cheek, the sandy colour of his moustache peppered with copper coloured hairs. He was beautiful, always had been.Â
"Jack, no offence but youâre really heavy.â you finally said, breaking away from his intense stare.Â
He pretended to be offended before pulling back, his now soft dick sliding out of you, causing you both to wince. Without his cock to plug it, cum began to leak out of you, a completely unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant feeling. Jack sat back on his heels, fixated on the white fluid pooling at the entrance to your pussy, bright against the flushed red of your skin.Â
âNever done that before.â he said, a note of reverence in his voice. âItâs even better than I imagined.â
His fingers gently opened your folds, scooping up the cum that had begun to drip and rubbing it across your cunt. He pushed his cum back inside you, making sure to be careful to not hurt you in your sensitive state.Â
|You gotta hold on to that now, baby. Gotta keep it safe for me, where it belongs.â
You nodded mutely, not trusting yourself to not confess your feelings there and then. Jack sighed, pulling his hand away from you and getting off the bed. He bent down to pick up your clothes and hand them to you before gathering his own. You pulled your shirt over your head, standing up to put on your skirt. By the time you had done that, Jack had his top on and was messing with the buttons on his pants, his back slightly turned to you.Â
âI guess we had better get you Plan B, huh?â he said, trying to keep his tone conversational.Â
You stopped adjusting your skirt and walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm.Â
âJack, I have an IUD. I know you donât actually want kids, I wouldnât have taken that risk otherwise.â you said. âI can still take it if you want to double down though.âÂ
Relief was clear on his face, his visions of his career in flames fading like a mirage.Â
âNo, itâs okay. I trust you.âÂ
You gave him a reassuring smile and went to find your shoes, but he pulled you back against him, his hands cradling your face, making you look directly at him.Â
"Did you mean it?â he whispered, his gaze searching. âDid you really want me to be the only one to do that to you?â
Your heart ached, and you knew you couldnât lie to him, couldnât keep being deceitful and pretending to be someone you werenât.
âYes. I meant it. Whenever⌠whenever I thought about that, it was always⌠it was always with you.âÂ
You swallowed hard, your voice sounding small. Jack closed his eyes, a small smile breaking out across his face. He bent down to kiss you softly, just the fleeting press of his lips against yours, before he pulled away.Â
"We have a lot of talking to do. But not now.â
You laughed, suddenly aware again that you were in fact, in the middle of a random bedroom during a house party, while people partied probably not metres away from where you had encouraged your long time best friend to impregnate you. You had to laugh, the scene was straight out of a shitty movie. You moved towards the bed, catching sight of your heels on the floor.Â
âI donât wanna wear my shoes.â you whined, the idea of having to do up the finicky buckles seeming nightmarish.Â
Jack came up behind you, draping the now cold leather of his jacket over your shoulders. It swamped you, almost reaching your knees, but its weight was comforting and it smelled like him. You slipped your arms into the sleeves, flapping the oversized cuffs where they had swallowed your hands.Â
Jack watched you, a warm feeling in his chest. This was how it was supposed to be. You were in his jacket, bruises his teeth had made beginning to bloom deep purple on your neck, his cum trickling down your legs. The primal urge that always seemed to overtake him when he was with you was finally quiet, satisfied at the sight before him.Â
âGrab your shoes, princess.â he said, swatting at your ass to prompt you. You picked them up by the ankle straps, already prepared to complain about putting them on. Before you could open your mouth, you found yourself in the air, thrown over Jackâs shoulder. You yelped, startled by the fact that the world was suddenly upside down.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, Jack?!â you exclaimed, your free hand grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt to anchor yourself. Once Jack had made sure your skirt was covering you, he set off towards the door.Â
âYou said you didnât want to wear your shoes. Iâm providing you with a solution.â he said, a pathway quickly clearing for him in the hall.Â
You tried to avoid eye contact with anyone, hoping your hair obscured your features. The stairs were bumpy, especially since Jack took them quickly, as though he wasnât carrying an adult woman over one shoulder. You were grateful you couldnât see peopleâs reactions to the two of you coming down the stairs in a position that really only had one possible explanation.Â
Jack stopped walking, using his free arm to toss something across the room.
âThereâs your jacket back, Urb. She doesnât need it anymore, I took care of her.â
You could hear from his voice that he was grinning stupidly and you rolled your eyes, amazed at how he could still behave like a teenager.Â
He opened the front door and walked out into the night, his long strides effortlessly covering the distance to where his car waited. He knocked on the window to get the driverâs attention, saying something unintelligible to him with a laugh.Â
You heard the car door open, and Jack lifted you off his shoulder, carefully setting you down on the heated leather seat.Â
âScoot, I wanna get in too. Itâs cold.â he said, poking at you.Â
You shuffled across the seat, moving to the opposite side of the car. Your effort was fruitless, because the second Jack was seated and had the door closed behind him, he pulled you flush against his side. You tucked your head under his chin, wrapping an arm around his waist.Â
âM'tired.â you mumbled against his chest, suppressing a yawn.Â
Jack kissed the top of your head, stroking your back soothingly.Â
âYou can sleep, baby. Iâll look after you.â
âCan we go to your house?â
â'Course we can. Iâll tuck you in nice and cosy and we can cuddle.â he said, a huge grin on his face.Â
He looked down at you, at your small frame curled around him.Â
"I love you.â he whispered against your hair, heart so full it felt like all his feelings would spill out.Â
You didnât hear him, you were already fast asleep.Â
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i got a concept for ya - reader has a job where shes on her feet all day and when she gets home jack gives her a massage
You walked into the house with a sigh, struggling to take your shoes off and groaning. You were a celebrity hairstylist, so you were on your feet all day every day, thatâs also how you met Jack.
You checked your phone and saw a missed call from Jack, you listened to the voicemail he left stating heâd be home soon.
You were exhausted but knew you definitely had to shower before he got to the house.
You took a quick shower, your feet were throbbing and the last thing you wanted to do was stand up even longer.
When you got out of the shower you put on a robe and immediately saw your boyfriend leaning up against the bathroom door.
âHey handsomeâ you smiled and he walked over to you quickly to greet you with a hug and kiss. When he touched you, you groaned a little and leaned against him. âWhats wrong? You sore?â
You nodded âmy feet are absolutely killing me today.â
âLay down baby girl, you know I got youâ Jack motioned for you to lay in bed and you did just that.
âNormally Iâd fight you on this but my body achesâ you sighed.
Jack walked over to your dresser and grabbed a bottle of muscle relief cream. He untied your robe and started massaging you everywhere. You laid down with your eyes closed, this was exactly what you needed after the day you had.
âTomorrow Iâll thank you but today, today I might just fall asleepâ you whispered and Jack laughed âI may hold you to that.â
So I literally havenât written in months but really wanted to tonight for some reason. This is super short and probably sucks but I need to get back into it.
Y/N struggled to swallow the lump in her throat as Narcissa and Lucius announced the betrothal of Draco and Astoria.
She could taste the bitter blood on her tongue as she bit it to prevent from screaming out. She wanted to scream and cry and hit Draco for betraying her. All those nights spent in the silk sheets of his bed and whispers of promises of forever. Promises that she never imagined Draco capable of breaking as the man had been nothing but loyal to those he cared about.
âExcept for meâ Y/N thought, shooing the bittersweet memories from her thoughts. She clapped along with everyone else yet refusing to look at the couple. She was dedicated to remaining stoic and composed maintaining an appearance of calmness and grace.
When the clapping had died down, Y/N made the mistake of raising her head only to make direct eye contact with a set of silver eyes that she had pictured looking into for the rest of her life. His eyes used to make her swoon and her stomach flutter, but all they did now was make her nauseous and her throat sting.
They held eye contact for what felt like forever, Draco pleading with his eyes for her to not hate him. He didnât want to marry Astoria. He wanted to keep every promise that he had ever made to you. He wanted to give you the 8 kids you had dreamed about and the house in a village far away from the gloomy mansion and the awful memories that it came with.
He knew you too well to know that your calm demeanor was a façade, and you were breaking inside. He ached for his parents to finish talking so he could pull you away, so he could promise you that he would fix everything and give you everything he promised he would give you.
But as you broke eye contact and turned towards the hand that was held out to you, the hand of Dracoâs best friend Theo Nott, Draco knew. As he watched Theo lead you from the room, his hand on your lower back, Draco knew.
That his promise to fix everything would never become fulfilled, as would none of the others that the two of you had made between those silk sheets.
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I was staring at this picture the other day and a one-shot was born. Then the one-shot turned into part 1, part 2 and part 3. And now apparently into part 4 and part 5. Welcome to part 4.
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3
Rating: +18
Warnings: Mental health (anxiety), explicit sexual content and explicit language.
Summary: Harry is a bartender and Lia lives right across the street.
Word count: 7k.
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Pressing her head against the backrest of the couch, Lia stared at the ceiling.
Everything was quiet. Around her, and inside her. Her mind was blank, her chest stagnant. She blinked once, then twice a couple of seconds later. She could feel her stomach moving slowly, filling with air every time she took a deep breath in, and downsizing when the air left again through her nose. Maybe the world had stopped moving, maybe the clock had stopped ticking. Maybe she didnât even care. Maybe she just missed him.
Oh, and she missed him. She really did.
She missed a lot of things. She missed the details, she missed the laughter, she missed the intense feelings, she missed the wordless revelations. She missed waking up to him kissing her shoulder, just as much as she missed poking his waist when he snored too loud and didnât let her sleep. She missed laying in bed while he sang in the shower, just as much as she missed staring at him while he scrolled down his phone in silence. She missed choosing a new color for his nails, and threading her fingers through his hair. She missed his cheeky comments, and his thoughtful questions, and his silent touches. She missed his affection. She missed being held between his arms. She missed his lips. She missed his eyes. She missed his tongue. She missed his stubble. She missed finding new shades inside his caring green eyes. And she really, truly missed their whispered conversations.
The idea of Harry blatantly lying to her still didnât make sense. No matter how much she tried to convince herself, the voice inside her still argued back. The voice inside her still advocated for Harry.
Maybe that woman wasnât there to see him. Maybe she just wanted to talk to him. Maybe she had something to deliver. Maybe they were still friends. MaybeâŚ
Sheâd said âour homeâ, hadnât she? Sheâd called his home, their home. And the more Lia thought about it, the more she knew there was absolutely nothing inside his apartment that indicated another person sharing the space with him. Not until Lia, at least. Lia had left a toothbrush there, a couple of towels, clothes⌠Even his fridge had her own stuff, things he didnât buy before but had started to because of herâlike milk, ice cream, and yogurt.
But⌠The woman had also said she had arrived earlier than she was supposed to. Sheâd said she wanted to surprise him. H. Sheâd called him H. How could that be just a coincidence? And baby, sheâd also called him baby. And sheâd said love you tooânot I love you, but I love you too. Had Harry said I love you first?
Harry had never said he loved Lia. Heâd said he loved many things about her, but never that he loved her. Was it supposed to be the same?
Lia couldnât stop going over their first night and the conversation they had about his past relationship. She had specifically asked him if it was over between them. Harry had said they hadnât seen each other for months, and heâd said he wasnât going back to her. He had said that. Right? Or was she so naive sheâd imagined things? No. He had said it. She was convinced he had.
And she couldnât imagine Harry being so cruelâŚ
She also hadnât imagined Cole being a liar⌠Though. And yet he was. For a year.
They had dated for five years and heâd spent one of them lying to her face every single day.
How long had she been with Harry? Three months? How could she even trust him that much?
Footsteps tapped away, and her vacant eyes followed the sound back to the kitchen. It only took a couple of seconds for Jillie to walk through the door with a soft smile in her lips and one mug in each hand.
âThere you go,â she said, extending one of her arms. Lia straightened up and pulled her legs up on the couch, crossing them and rearranging the blanket on her lap before accepting the hot drink with a nod of her head.
âThank you.â Lia smiled, too. Or at least she tried to. She didnât feel like smiling, to be honest, but having a friend making her breakfast warmed up her heart a little.
She held the mug with both hands, looking at its content and taking a deep breath in. The smell of coffee was deliciousâit entered through her nose, watered her mouth and rumbled into her stomach. She hadnât had coffee since Sunday, and she hadnât realized how much she wanted one until then.
Taking a seat next to her, Jillie sipped her own drink.
âYou look better,â she said, and Lia sensed the cautious tone in her voice, âdo you feel better?â
Lia hid behind the mug, filling her mouth with coffee. âMhm.â
Jillie had made her a latte, because thatâs what she always drank. Until Sunday, Harry had been the one making them for her. Every morning. He knew how she liked it, and every time she took the first sip she would close her eyes to feel it deliciously drop down her throat. Jillieâs tasted good, too, but she didnât feel tempted to close her eyesâit had a little too much milk, and an extra spoonful of sugar.
âHey,â Jillie whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder, âis my coffee that bad?â
Lia chuckled, something she hadnât done at all since Sunday, and her shoulders trembled lightly. Sniffing, she took one hand to dry up the tears she hadnât noticed falling down her cheek.
âIâm sorry. I just⌠Keep thinking about him.â
She felt Jillieâs fingers squeezing her shoulder, and she rolled her lips inside her mouth, sniffing again.
âI know, donât worry about it. Thereâs no rush to actually feel better.â
Lia nodded, and Jillieâs hand left her shoulder to turn the TV on. Sighing, she snuggled against the backrest again, while they finished their coffees in silence.
For the last three days, time had gone by chaotically. She couldnât remember Sunday at all, or maybe she simply didnât want to remember. She knew she had eventually called Molly. She knew her friend had picked her up and drove her to Jillieâs apartment, and she knew sheâd been there since then.
She also knew sheâd avoided all and every single one of Harryâs calls and texts.
Monday and Tuesday? Who knows. Sheâd been crying a lot, sleeping a lot. She hadnât eaten that much, she had only taken a shower once.
Knowing she couldnât hide forever, by Wednesday morning she finally dragged herself out of the bedroom. And there she was⌠Crying over a latte.
To be honest, she had already cried twice, but at least she was out of bed.
At least.
Everything inside her felt like hanging by an âat leastâ.
At least she had friends.
At least she got a week off at work.
At least her mother hadnât called yet.
At least Harry didnât know where Jillie lived.
âI gotta answer a couple of emails from work, but⌠Can we talk first?â Jillie put her mug on the table, and Lia felt her stomach tightening. She didnât want to talk, especially if it involved the drama she had caused the last couple of days. Still, she hummed in agreement.
Jillie nodded, and turned a little to face her.
âMolly went to the bar yesterday, talked to Harry,â she said, speaking calmly, yet firmly. Lia kept looking at her lap, focused on her almost empty mug. What did he say? Did he miss her? Was he thinking about her every single second of the day? Was he replaying every single second they had spent together? Was he dreaming about her? Did he still care about her? Had he really lied to her? âHe said he wants to talk to you, and he doesnât want to leave your stuff at the bar.â
As if bringing her chest back to life, Lia felt her heart beating inside her. Her stomach wasnât moving anymore, because her chest was doing all the work againâmoving up and down, up and down. Quickly, deeply.
Chewing the inside of her cheek, she slid one sweaty hand over her thigh and swallowed the tears down her throat. She couldnât help the new ones from flooding her eyes, though, and soon she was clutching the mug between her thighs and hiding her face behind her hands.
âIâm sorry,â Jillieâs arm pulled her by the shoulders, and the first sob of the day instantly left her mouth. âYou donât have to talk to him if you donât want to, you know that, right?â
Lia nodded, feeling the pressure of Jillieâs chin on top of her head. It wasnât that Lia didnât want to talk to him, though. It wasnât that Lia didnât think he deserved to tell his side of the story. It wasnât that Lia didnât plan on giving him the benefit of the doubt. It was just⌠She just wasnât as strong as she wished she were. And thatâs all.
She was afraid of sitting in front of him and forgiving him without even hearing an explanation. She was terrified of listening to him and believing every single one of his words, just like she had believed Coleâs. Because she wanted to forgive him. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to be held by his arms again. She wanted to fall asleep breathing against his skin again. She wanted to make him feel good again. She wanted to share whispered confessions with him again.
She wanted him.
She wanted Harry like sheâd never really wanted anyone else. To the point where she felt she would forgive him even if he told her he had, in fact, cheated on her.
And she shouldnât, right? Thatâs⌠That feeling was bad, wasnât it?
Shouldnât she be angry at him? Shouldnât she be trying to move on? Shouldnât she be hating on him and pointing out every single one of his flaws?
Why couldnât she? Why was she so desperate to be with him again? Why was she so desperate to forget everything that had happened?
Why did she trust him that much?
Lia needed time.
Yeah. She needed time. Time would help her. Time would allow her to breathe by herself, to think at her own pace and form and shape. Thatâs all she needed, time.
â â â
Lia itâs been a week
Are you really going to shut me out like this?
Without even letting me explain things to you?
Staring at the phone, Lia tapped her foot at a brisk pace, creating a steady and quick beat everytime her shoes hit the ground.
She knew it wasnât fair, she also knew she wasnât entitled to anything. She knew she couldnât run forever, though, just like she knew she shouldnât force herself to do anything she didnât want to. Well, honestly, that sounded kind of hypocritical, because she already hadâsheâd been forcing herself to stay away from him the entire week.
âWeâre here.â
Looking up, she saw the front door of her building. It was dark, and it was raining, and it was poetic because it matched her heart. Lia couldnât care less about poetry, though. She thanked the driver and grabbed her keys tightly between her fingers, knowing she couldnât hide inside that car for a week, like sheâd hidden inside Jillieâs place.
She didnât want to see him. She didnât. She repeated those words like a mantra. Sheâd chosen to go back to her apartment at night, around the time she knew he usually had a break, but it was raining, so he wouldnât be outside. She was risking it, because of traffic and because she had pushed and waited until the last minute, because she wanted to stay at Jillieâs as long as possible⌠Even though that meant probably seeing him. Which she didnât want to, of course. She didnât.
âLia!â
Closing her eyes, relief flooded through her body as a long exhale escaped between her lips. He sounded just as husky as she remembered. He yelled her name with the intention to be heard, but she couldnât detect any emotion behind it. She didnât want to see him, though. Remember? She didnât. So she walked inside the building anyway. She held the door, giving him time to cross the street because she knew she would be able to close it before he was inside, anyway. Because she didnât want to see him. She didnât want to talk to him. She didnât want to listen to him. She didnât.
âStop!â
His hand banged against the door just as she was about to let it finally slam in front of his face. She gasped, and the memories of that first night together rushed through her mind. That night when heâd told her he wasnât going back to that woman, although he had. Or maybeâNo. He had. The evidence was there. He had lied to her.
âLia, what the fuck?â Taking a step forward, he invaded her building and her space with the same intensity he always had. At least she didnât have any safe bubbles for him to burst anymore. He was wet from the weather. His eyes were dark, narrowed and pulsing with⌠Something. They seemed heavy, and tense, just like every muscle in his face. There was a line between his brows, and his nostrils kept flaring as he breathed loudly through his nose. âHowâhow can you shut me out like this?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!â
âIââ she swallowed, taking a step back and shaking her head. âI donât want to talk to you.â
The way his brows snapped together even further made her look at his feet.
âWhy? Huh?â he barked, making her close her eyes for a moment. âBecause you saw something you didnât like? Something you didnât understand? Thatâs how you solve things?!â
She shook her head again. No. Harry had lied to her. She had taken some time to think clearly, thatâs all. Because sheâd been there before and she didnât want to forgive him and forget about herself. She didnât want to be naive, and stupid.
âPlease, HarryâŚâ
âNo!â Another step forward, and she flinched at the sound of his voice. She didnât want him to be mad at her, she didnât want him to yell at her. Because she didnât want him to leave. Although she didnât want him to stay, either. âDo you think youâre the only one whoâs allowed to feel things? Huh? Why do I have to keep worrying and thinking about you all the damn time, when you donât think about me even for one bloody second?!â
Her eyes shifted nervously around the space. She wanted to think clearly, to answer coherently, but gathering her thoughts together seemed impossible. Everything was just a mess. She was just a mess. Maybe she needed more time. Maybe she had come back too soonâŚ
âThatâs⌠Thatâs not true⌠You⌠You⌠I meanâŚâ
âMe, me, me! Itâs always me, right?!â
Blinking her tears away, she gulped down. She didnât think she would be the one justifying herself. Wasnât Harry the one who should be apologizing? He knew how hard it was for her, and he always found a way to make her feel better. He always knew what to say, and he didnât force her because he was aware of how much she struggled. She was hoping he would run to her to apologize, not blame her. Shouldnât she be the one blaming him?
Liaâs wide-opened and restless eyes found him again, and she could feel her own pained gaze. He, on the other side, was mad, she could tell. His entire body steamed with anger.
âNo⌠But youâŚâ
What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? What would fix things? What would make the pain disappear?
âWhat, Lia?! Tell me! What have I done to you to justify the way you treated this past week?â
Her forehead puckered while her eyebrows rose. âYouââ
âIâm the only one whoâs always messing it up!â
She shook her head. âNoââ
âAnd you are the perfect one here!â
She squeezed her fingers into fists, then released them, then squeezed them again. âThatâs notââ
âYou completely disappeared, Lia!â
âStop!â she finally shot back. Her yell came with a sob, though, and she covered her mouth with one hand. She took a deep breath and waited a moment before speaking again. âYouâŚâ she breathed out, whipping a tear falling down her cheek, âyou told me you were single, Harry⌠You told me⌠You told me you didnât want her anymoreâŚâ
She couldnât stop crying now. Everything in front of her was blurry, but she heard him sigh, and she felt him taking a step forward. She wanted him to hug her. She needed to hug him. But he didnât, so she kept crying into her hands.
âYes, I told you that. And yet you decided to run away instead of talking to me. No matter what I do, or what I say, youâll never trust me, right?â
Sheâd seen her there, though. She was there! Sheâd heard the conversation on the phone.
Nobody told her, she saw it, she heard it. How could she believe anything different from what sheâd seen and heard? Why would she believe anything different than what sheâd already experienced before?
âDo youâŚâ She sniffed, roughly whipping her tears from her face with the sleeves of her sweater. âDo you have any idea of what it was like to see her there?â
Another sigh left Harryâs lips. He was standing in front of her, with his hands hidden inside the pockets of his black wide-legged pants. He wasnât even trying to hug her, to touch her, and that made her heart beat heavily and painfully inside her.
When he spoke again, his voice was calmer than before, but still thick and heavy. âDo you have any idea what it was like coming to an empty apartment, not knowing where you were, or why you werenât there? Do you know what it was like calling you, texting you, and not hearing a word back from you? Huh? Do you?â
âNo,â she breathed out, shaking her head, âbutââ
âDo you know what it was like to spend three days wondering what couldâve happened to you? Waiting for you to open the door, watching to see if you were at least walking in or out the building? Do you know what it was like going to sleep praying that I had actually done something to piss you off, âcause that was less painful than the idea of something happening to you? I mean, I didnât even know if you were alive or not, Lia.â
She wrapped her arms on her stomach, hugging herself. Of course she hadnât thought about all that. She knew she shouldnât have ignored him, she knew running off wasnât fair. But she hadnât thought he would worry that much. She figured he would understand her side. She imagined he would move on with his life while she cried alone at home. Or at Jillieâs. Or whatever.
âIâm sorry.â
âYeah⌠WellâŚâ He shrugged, sending her a long, pained look before turning his head to the side and shifting his sight to the wall.
She felt her lungs contracting, making it hard for her to breathe. Her chest hitched, and she bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from sobbing again. Tightening her own grip around herself, she clutched her stomach to stop the pain inside it.
âYou lied to meâŚâ Lia whispered, hoping he would whisper something back to her. An apology, maybe, or an explanation, perhaps. Something that would stay only between them, soothing the hurt and bringing them back together.
But he didnât. Instead, he glared at her with furrowed brows and protested, âI never lied to you.â
Her chin trembled, just like her legs. She probably needed to sit down, but she couldnât, because they were still standing in the middle of her buildingâs lobby.
âI saw her there.â Staring back at him, Lia saw spots flashing in front of her, so she blinked rapidly, forcing more tears to fall down her cheek. She didnât bother drying them up anymore. âIt didnât even cross your mind that I couldâve seen her, and thatâs why I ran off?â
âYou really donât trust me at all, do you?â
âOf course I do!â She let her arms fall back to her sides, fidgeting with her fingers as she tried to speak without breaking down again. âThatâs why it hurts so much! Because I trusted you and I saw her, Harry!â
âThen what, you think I met her in my own apartment, where you were staying with me, and kept texting you and calling you non stop anyway? You think I would do that to you, or to her? Thatâs what you think of me?â
Her heartbeat seemed to slow down. Of course not. She didnât think he would do that, but⌠It wasnât about him, was it?
She took a deep breath, then shrugged. âIt wouldnât have been the first time.â
Harryâs brows knitted and, for a moment, she saw the puzzled look in his foggy green eyes. âWhat?â
âMy⌠My ex-boyfriendâŚâ Lia slid one hand up and down her arm, offering herself some strength to speak. âWe dated for five years, and we used to live together. He cheated on me inside our own apartment for a year, I never suspected anything so⌠I donât know.â
Harry ran one hand through his hair, then down his face, and to the back of his neck. He pinched his own skin, holding his elbow up to the ceiling and glancing briefly to the floor before looking back at her. âWell, Iâm not him. And I didnât cheat on you.â
âWhat other explanation is there besides she being there to see you, then?â
âA very plausible one!â He held his arm up in the air, then let it fall down quickly. âYou would know if you had given me the chance to tell you.â
She bit her lip. She wanted him to explain himself, she didnât want to fight with him. She really didnât.
âTell me now, then,â she whispered, another attempt of making things better again.
âWhat for?â He shrugged, both hands hidden inside of his pockets once again. âSo I can open myself to you, tell you something I never shared with anyone, and tomorrow you run away from me again?â
âThatâsâŚâ Lia felt her heart being squeezed and pulled out of her body. âThatâs not fairâŚâ
He shook his head, breaking eye contact and hiding his bottom lip between his teeth.
âI shouldâve told you, I know that⌠But itâs something Iâm really ashamed of, and I was scared that as soon as I told you about it, you wouldâve run away from me.â
âI wouldnât.â
A humorless laugh left his mouth, and he dropped his head back, looking at the ceiling before staring at her again. âRight. Isnât that what you did last week?â
Well⌠Yeah⌠Maybe? But she wanted to fix things. She really wanted to.
Lia took a tiny and timid step forward. âCan we⌠Can we go upstairs, and talk?â
Harry darted his sight away, and she watched his chest move up and down as he took a long and deep breath. âDonât think thatâs a good idea, âm sorry.â
Squeezing her eyes shut, Lia felt the coldness hitting deep down her soul. She felt frozen, and suddenly she couldnât breathe anymore. He didnât want to go with her.
He was finally tired of her, wasnât he? It was actually happening, right in front of her. One way or another, sheâd found a way to ruin everything again.
âI really wish you had talked to me, âcause I would have explained myself to you, I really would,â he murmured, and Lia took one hand to her chest, tightening her fingers around her sweater as if she could hold her heart and soothe the pain down. âI didnât know youâd seen Alicia, I only found out because Molly told me. I never saw her, I didnât know she was back, I⌠I never talked to her. I told you I wasnât going back to that, and I didnât lie. So I spent days freaking out, worried about you⌠I know I shouldâve told you, but I wish you trusted me enough to ask me about it. I canât⌠I canât do all the trust all the time, yâknow? Things will happen and⌠You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me by now.â He hung his head down, shoulders moving up and down as he took deep breaths. âYou sent your friend to break up with me, Lia. You sent her to get your stuff back from my place⌠You wouldnât even⌠I⌠I canât.â
Still with her eyes closed, she repeated the only words she could think of, âIâm sorry, I know, Iâm sorryââ
âYeah, Iâm sorry too,â he murmured. His voice was thick, and a long, low sigh echoed around her. He sounded sad, and Liaâs heart shattered into a million pieces. âFor what itâs worth, I really didnât cheat on you. It never even crossed my mind, so⌠I wasnât just like your ex.â
Blinking her eyes open again, Lia felt her throat tight and sore. âOf course youâre not⌠Harry⌠Youâreââ
âI have to go.â She heard him sniff, but he kept looking at the floor and she couldnât see his eyes. âIâll leave your stuff at the bar. I have the night off next Friday so you can pick everything up, then. Or ask Molly. I donât know⌠Do whatever you want.â
Lia opened her mouth to speak, but Harry turned around and opened the door before she could let even a single word out.
When she blinked her tears away, Harry was gone.
â â â
Friday night was the coldest, windiest and wettest day of the week. The tapping of raindrops was persistently and heavy, and the thunders made her flinch from time to time. Lia stood in front of Harryâs door with shaking hands and a wrinkled nose, biting the inside of her cheek and breathing in and out the adrenaline that was rushing through her body.
How dare he? Honestly! How dare he be such an asshole? Showing up out of nowhere just to leave her like that? Lia cracked her knuckles. She couldnât wait to yell at him. She just couldnât. That was all she could think about.
When he opened the door, she decided to ignore his puffy face, his apparently red eyes and his drooping shouldersâand how cozy and comfy and warm he looked. She was there to yell at him, and thatâs all she was going to do.
âHow dare you?!â She took a step forward, clenching her hands into fists and squinting her eyes at him. He blinked, and his lips parted. Lia didnât give him time to speak. âI was here and I saw your ex here, Harry! How can youââ
âSshhhhh!â Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her inside the apartment and closed the door. âKeep your bloody voice down!â
âWhat?!â Lia scoffed, putting her hands on her waist as she glared at him. He stood with his back to the door. She wished she wasnât wearing a jacket, just so she would feel his fingers on her skin. âWhy?â
âBecause she lives in this building, thatâs why!â He rolled his eyes, releasing her arm and walking further into his living room. The TV was on, his couch was messy. There were boxes of pizza around, a blanket, a pillowâŚ
âShe⌠What? Since when?â
âI donât know, Lia,â he breathed out. Sitting on the couch, he hid his face behind both hands, digging his fingertips on his forehead. âShe was already here when I moved in.â
âYour ex lives in your building?â She looked around his apartment, as if the answer was hidden or laying in between those four walls.
âNot my ex, but⌠Yeah.â Placing his elbows on his knees and intertwining his own fingers together, he shrugged.
âOn this floor?â
âNop. Two floors down.â
Lia nodded, biting the inside of her lip and settling her eyes directly on him. He kept staring at the TV, and she felt heat flushing through her body. Walking to the object that was getting all his attention, she pressed the button she knew would turn it off, then swayed on her feet to look at him again. In silence, he took one hand up to his face, rubbing his eyes while Lia kept watching him.
âSo sheâs your neighbor? Your ex is your neighbor?â
âLia, for the hundredth time, sheâs not my ex.â He sounded bored, or tired, or annoyed. She couldnât tell exactly. But he wasnât even looking at her, and she still wanted to yell at him.
Snapping her brows together, she snorted a mocking laugh. âWhat difference does it make? Huh?â
âA lot, actually.â He shrugged, again, and finally raised his eyes to her face. âWhat do you want? Why are you here?â
Because I miss you.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
He sighed. âLiaââ
âNo! Iâ I mean it, Harry! I know I disappeared and that wasnât nice⌠But damn you! Why didnât you tell me she was your neighbor? Why?! Do you know how much you couldâve avoided if you had just told me that?!â
âI donât think I wouldâve avoided anything. I think you wouldâve found another reason to run away.â
âWow,â she breathed out, shaking her head and crossing her arms on her chest, âthatâs completely unfair, and you know that. You know how hard I tried, how many times Iâve apologized and blamed myself forââ
âI know! Of course I know that!â he shot back, opening his arms wide before hitting his chest, âand what about me, huh? You didnât even give me the chance to apologize to you, or to explain myself to you! You just ran away!â
âOf course I ran away, Harry! Iâm not stupid! I saw her here and Iâm not stupid⌠IâŚâ
âWhat?â
Pulling her head back, Lia looked at the ceiling. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
âI used to watch you two, together,â she admitted, still facing up and away from him. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her eyes to meet his. She missed his eyes, she really did. âShe made you so happy, Harry. I remember how you smiled at her⌠Or how youâŚâ Shaking her head, she darted her eyes away again. She couldnât stare at him while she spoke about that. âShe really made you happy, and when I saw her here I just⌠I donât think I made you as happy as she did, so why wouldnât you rather be with her, than with me?â
The grunt that bursted out from his chest made Lia look at him again. Heâd lowered his head and was pressing both hands against his forehead. She could see his shoulders moving deeply and heavily, up and down.
âHarry,â sliding her tongue between her lips, she swallowed down before repeating her earlier question, âwhy didnât you tell me she was your neighbor?â
âBecause Iâm not proud of hooking up with her. I already told you that.â
âBut⌠You were so happy with her, youââ
âNo, I wasnât happy, Li, I was really miserable with her.â Lia arched her eyebrows, at his confession, and also at the nickname falling so softly from his lips. âThe bar was the only place we would see each other, besides here⌠And it was just⌠Everything was a mess. I shouldnât have⌠I⌠I regret being with her every single day, I swear.â
âWhy?â
âI donât want to say it.â
âI need to know, Harry. Donât you trust me?â
He shook his head, âyou know the problem goes the other way around.â
Lia frowned. âIâm sorry for running off that way, I really am. But can you just⌠Harry, I went back home from work one day and I found the man I had dated for five years with another woman. In my own house! Just think about that for a moment⌠And now imagine myself coming back to your place, where I was practically living in for the past week or two, and I see her⌠I knew who she was, I remembered her! And she was talking on the phone about coming back home, and saying I love you to someone named H! H! What was I supposed to think?â
âOkay, yeah, I know what it looked like. Iâm not saying you didnât have any reasons to have questions⌠Iâm saying you ran off and didnât talk to me, Iâm saying you just assumed the worst of me.â
âI donât even remember calling Molly, I wasnât being rational. Iâm sorry for being so difficult sometimes, I wish I wasnâtââ
âStop, you know I donât⌠I would never hold your anxiety against you, Lia. Thatâs not what Iâm trying to do. You know that, weâve been through this already.â
âYes, I know. Of course I know. And thatâs exactly why it hurt so much⌠Why I⌠I trust you, I really do. I trust you so much I had to stay away âcause I knew I would forgive you no matter what. I didnât know she was your neighbor, and she was talking to someone named H. Iâm sorry, but things were justâŚâ
âIâm not H, she never called me H. She was talking to someone else, not me.â
âOkay. I shouldnât have assumed, butâŚâ
âYeah, I get it.â
Biting the inside of her cheek, Lia watched him. He looked exhausted, and he didnât look like someone who was ready to fight for a relationship. Taking a deep breath in, she swallowed her pride down her throat, just like sheâd been swallowing her tears and pain and hurt. The idea of losing him didnât seem real, didnât seem possible⌠But neither did the idea of Harry running after her. Maybe he had already accepted the end of whatever it was that they had, maybe he wasnât as sad as her⌠She didnât know, she couldnât know. Because he wasnât talking to her. He wasnât even looking at her.
She knew she would have to leave his place. She knew she would have to walk away, because there was no point in staying around if he didnât want her to be there. No matter what she could wish sheâd done differently, what was done, was done. And now she had to face the consequences and move one. Walk away.
âI came here because I miss you,â she murmured, so low she couldâve considered it a whisper. Looking inside his eyes, she tried not to think before blurting out everything she needed to get out of her chest. âYou asked me why I came here, and thatâs why. Because I miss you, all the time. And I⌠I trust you, a lot. Like I havenât trusted anyone else before. Youâre good for me, and Iâm⌠Iâm really happy with you, I donât⌠I never felt so comfortable with anyone else before. Not even with my ex. Thatâs why I freaked out when I saw her here, and thatâs why I avoided you so much⌠I was scared of ignoring myself and putting you first, because I⌠I honestly couldnât imagine not being with you anymore⌠It sucks that I ended up ruining everything anyway, but⌠Well⌠I mean, I think it makes sense. Thatâs usually what people do.â Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands into fists, so tightly she could feel her nails digging into her palm. âYouâŚâ Please donât cry, please donât cry. âYou really changed me, so thank you for that. IâŚâ She shook her head. âIâll go now.â
Lia wanted Harry to run after her, but she knew he wouldnât. She knew from the moment sheâd walked through his door that he wasnât going to make a move. He was done. And sheâd accepted it, so much sheâd decided to open up to him with honesty before leaving for good. Relief flooded through her body, and she cried as she waited for the elevator. Whipping her tears away, she pressed the first floor button, and watched the door close in front of her.
He actually hadnât walked after her. It was fine. She would be fine. Taking another deep breath, her lower lip quivered, and she hid her mouth behind her hand to hold herself together. She could cry once she was home, under her blankets, missing him.
The doors opened again, and Lia blinked her tears away, dragging her index fingers under her eyes to whip the last ones out.
âDaisy, câmon,â a male voice made her straighten up. Leaning against the back of the elevator, she watched Harryâs neighbor hold the elevator with one hand, stretching his other arm out of her sight. He looked at Lia, then smiled. âHi, sorry, just one moment.â
Lia nodded, turning the curves of her mouth upwards. She could wait. There was no one waiting for her, anyway.
âMommy is late, Iâm here,â the little girl chirped, running down the hallway and jumping into the elevator. The structure trembled, and Lia placed one hand on the wall, as if that would prevent it from falling down. âHello! Iâm Darcy!â
âHi, Darcy,â Lia breathed out, along with a soft chuckle. âIâm Lia.â
âLia!â She grinned, and her eyes lit up. âYes! Lia! Dad, look! Itâs Lia!â
âYes, sweetheart, itâs Lia,â the dad said, clearly unamused and tired. âAlicia, baby, câmon!â
âWhere is Harry?â Darcy asked, looking directly into Liaâs eyes.
âHm⌠At home.â
âOh!â She nodded. A door slammed down the hallway, and the click-clack of high-heels echoed right after. âAre you going to see him?â
âHmâŚâ Lia shook her head. âNo, Iâm going home now.â
âBut⌠You say Harry is home.â Darcy frowned, and Lia couldnât help but sigh. Harry really was home to her. âYou and Harry live in the same home?â
âSorry sorry, Iâm here baby!â the cheery, bright, mesmerizing and sweet voice intruded Liaâs mind and soul. Frozen, she widened her eyes while staring at Darcyâs little figure in front of her. âWe can go now.â
The high-heels stepped firmly into the tiny space, followed by black shoes. She didnât dare looking up, but from the extremely delicious and sensual perfume, she got the answer she was looking for. She knew who it was.
Lia heard the doors closing, then she felt the elevator moving down. She also saw Darcy standing on her tiptoes and pointing a tiny finger to her, which made her flinch.
âMom, look, itâs Lia!â
âSweetie, how do you know everybodyâs names?â The woman laughed, and the little girl shrugged excitedly.
âBecause I ask. Dad say is polite to say hello. Do you say hello, mommy?â
âSweetheart, dad saysââ
âHenry, itâs fineâŚâ the mom whispered. She shifted on her feet, and Lia saw they were facing her. She gulped down, then lifted her sight. âHi, Iâm Alicia. I see youâve already met my nosy daughter.â
Alicia extended her arm, and Lia looked at the hand waiting to greet her. Licking her lips, she shook the womanâs hand briefly.
âYes, hi. Sheâs sweet.â She smiled, as awkward and uncomfortable as she felt.
âYou live here?â Aliciaâs hand searched for the manâs handâHenryâs handâand Lia watched as their fingers laced together.
âYes!â Darcy jumped again. âWith Harry, mommy! Harry is so nice!â
âMmmâŚâ
Staring at her own feet, she didnât dare looking up at the womanâs face. She didnât care about correcting them, she didnât even think about speaking up again.
Why was it taking so long to get to the ground? She needed to get out of there.
She needed to⌠What did she need? She had no idea.
Alicia. Harryâs exâwho wasnât actually an ex, heâd said.
Alicia. Harryâs neighbor.
Alicia. Darcyâs mom.
Alicia. Holding Henryâs hand. Henry. H. Not Harry.
Alicia.
That was Alicia.
The woman Harry didnât want to talk about.
The hook up Harry wasnât proud of.
The story Harry was ashamed about.
Alicia, who had a daughter. And a man.
A family.
The ding of the elevator made her jolt, and she finally looked up. As the doors opened, she saw them being replaced by a tall figure. Gray sweatpants, white t-shirt, shaved skin, messy curls. Forest green eyes. Harryâs muscled and tattooed arms were stretched upwards and wide open, holding each side of the door. He was flushed and panting, and it seemed as if he had been waiting for the elevator to come down.
âDonât go,â he breathed out, âLia Iââ
And then he blinked.
Lia watched the moment he saw the man right in front of himâhis eyebrows snapped together, then his eyes squinted. Right next to him he found Alicia⌠Followed by Darcy, and finally her⌠There⌠Hiding at the back. Behind the woman he had been sleeping with, and her family. And thatâs when his jaw fell slightly open and his eyes widened.
âHarry!â Darcy yelled. âMom, dad, is Harry! Lia, look! Harry is here!â
Harryâs eyes stared deeply into hers, and different emotions seemed to flash through them. She saw him gulp down, and her heartbeat sped up. Move, she mouthed, and Harry shook his head.
âSorry,â he murmured, taking a step backwards. He held a hand to keep the doors opened, and the family walked happily to the lobby.
Alicia walked past him, her hand touching his arm very subtly, and an uncomfortable tingle rushed through Liaâs stomach at the womanâs tone. âSo nice to see you again, Harry. Darcyâs favorite neighbor.â
Lia didnât even flinch, already knowing she wouldnât be able to walk. Or move. Or talk. She heard them saying goodbye, or something like it, but her eyes never moved from Harryâs. He was just as focused as her, and still pantingâalthough she imagined his motives had changed. The front door of the building slammed closed, and they both jolted.
âWhat the hell?!â she finally gasped. âHarry!â
âI know,â he breathed out, looking at the floor and pulling the curls on the top of his head back. âIâm sorry, I know, I know. Iâm⌠Fuck. I hate myself.â
âWe⌠Harry, we need to talk about this.â
âYeah, yeahâŚâ He took a step inside, pressing the number six and letting the doors close again. âLetâs talk, babe, please⌠Letâs just⌠Letâs just go home and talk.â
âââââ
Hiii,
Thank you sooo much for reading!
I was really, REALLY excited about posting Harry's story hausajsh so I'm nervous about this part-even though it's shorter and doesn't even have smut!! hehe
Part 5 will be the last one, and I can't believe how much has changed since I posted part 1. You've been incredibly nice to me and I'm very grateful and happy for every message and every single word.
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Also, I would like to share these two messages bc I got too excited about them hashahsgha. A part of me was scared I was being too obvious about it, but then it ended up being so much fun to read the guesses and seeing the dots being connected đ thank you, again, for sharing your thoughts with me!!
Triggers: Angst, mentions of alcohol, depression, suicide
Where Draco leaves Y/N and she struggles to rebuild (Post Hogwarts). Based on the song Dancing with Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan.Â
Yelling at the sky,
Screaming at the world,
Baby whyâd you go away?
Iâm still your girl
The vodka burned her throat as she struggled to swallow it. Y/N could feel her head buzzing, the remnants of the burning alcohol soaking into her tongue to later be released through her tears, the inevitable breakdown beneath her sheets waiting for her.Â
She saw him in everything she did. Every gust of wind reminding her of skipping class with him to throw rocks across the Black Lake, the wind rippling through his platinum hair as he grinned at her and pulled her closer. The rain on her skin reminding her of the time she dragged him into the courtyard to dance in the rain.Â
It took her months to let him in, and it took him seconds to break her.
Y/N stumbled home, the route through London being all too familiar no matter how many drinks she had. She took a swig from her flask as a car honked at her swerving to miss her as she crossed the street.Â
I stay up all nightÂ
Tell myself Iâm alrightÂ
Baby, youâre just harder to see than mostÂ
As Y/N struggled to unlock her flat, she couldnât help but laugh. Not even a year ago she was happy. She was finishing her last year at Hogwarts and mapping her career path, aspiring to be a healer. She was sneaking into Dracoâs room every night to fall asleep to the whispers of his love and plans for their future.
And then he was bending on one knee, a beautiful emerald green engagement ring in his hand, asking Astoria Greengrass to marry him. And Y/N was left broken.
She refused to attend the commencement ceremony, opting for an owl to deliver her diploma instead. She moved into a small flat in a dirty part of London and began working odd jobs to make ends meet. Sometimes sleeping with random men for a few extra pounds to pay her water bill. She had thrown out everything that reminded her of Draco. The pictures, the shirts, even the career plan that he had helped her map out.Â
The drugs and the alcohol became her vice. The intoxication and the high removing Draco from her thoughts until she would sober up and the pain would hit her all over again. It was the same cycle every day for the last year, and the walls were closing in on her.Â
Her friends attempted to help her for a little bit before giving up. The only one that stuck around was Blaise. He had tried hard to fix her, it wasnât hard to figure out that only Draco could fix what he had shattered. So Blaise opted for visiting her every morning to nurse her hangover and clean up any puke that didnât make it into the toilet.Â
How do IÂ love
How do I love again?Â
How do I trustÂ
How do I trust again?
She sat on the floor of her apartment, sipping from a liquor bottle and reading the Daily Prophet that had been delivered that morning. Their wedding announcement was front and center. Her laughs turning into sobs as the realization set in. He wasnât coming back. It was no longer a nightmare she could wake up from. It was reality, he was Astoriaâs.Â
Her tears hit the parchment smearing the ink as she folded the letter and placed it on the mantle. The liquor bottle clunking against the table as she picked it up and walked into the bathroom. The pop of the pill bottle echoing through the empty apartment.Â
Blaise found her the next morning. He sat with her before calling the ambulance, holding her hand even though she was gone. He had loved her. Not in the way that Draco had, but in a way that a piece of him went with her when her last breath slipped between her lips. He slipped the letter on the mantle into his pocket as he walked out of her flat, sparing one last glance at the healers removing her body from the tub.Â
Never got the chanceÂ
To say a last goodbyeÂ
I gotta move onÂ
But it hurts to try
Draco answered the door, surprised to see Blaise on the other side. They hadnât seen each other since the commencement ceremony, Draco knew Blaise hated him for what he did to Y/N. Frankly, Draco couldnât blame him. He hated himself too. Y/N would be the one walking down the aisle tomorrow if he had stood up to his parents a year ago. Then again, he had always been a coward.
Blaise removed the letter from his pocket and handed it to Draco. âYou donât deserve this Malfoy. But I know how much she loved you, and I loved her.â
âHow is she, Y/N I mean, is she well?â Draco asked.
âSheâs dead. I found her this morning, she killed herself last night.â Blaise whispered before apparating.Â
Draco struggled to breathe. He knew she was hurt after what he did. But she had always been strong, he thought she would move on. Realize she deserved better and be happy with someone that could give her everything he couldnât. He opened the letter Blaise had given him, struggling to read it through the tears.
Dear Draco,
Your wedding is tomorrow, and I realize now that youâre gone. I guess I had always held on to the hope that youâd wake up one day and come back. That we would pick up where we left off and have the six kids we dreamed of having. But thatâs not the case is it love? Youâre marrying her and I know itâs selfish but I canât help but hate her. I have always loved you. I wanted so bad to hate you for leaving, but I couldnât. I tried to numb the pain with alcohol hoping it would be a temporary crutch until my heart healed. But here I am a year later a day before your wedding crying because Iâve just spilt some of my bottle.I still see you in everything I do Draco. Every touch against my skin reminds me of you. Every sensation has you written all over it. Iâm in pain Draco, a pain that I can no longer bear. I donât want you to blame yourself my love. I want you to be happy and have the six kids we dreamed of having. I want you to live for me and always remember that I havenât really left. Iâll be waiting for you my darling and I hope to be waiting a long time. Be good to her Draco, and be good to yourself.
Love always,Â
 Y/N/N
He sat in front of the fire for hours, reading the letter. Tracing his fingers over the dried tear stains as though he would be able to feel her again. He poured more fire whiskey into his glass. The pop of the pill bottle echoing through the study.
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the thing about hamlet that makes it one of the greatest plays of all time is that it is very clearly happening in middle ages denmark but it feels like it could literally happen to some guy today and nothing would meaningfully change
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That's because it definitely is? It's a flipped version of this photo taken at the Grenfell Tower Memorial, which I found after googling "Queen Elizabeth Green dress" and following related links until I found this exact outfit and what it was worn to. I don't even go here, but I also thought it was real weird that she's lit up like a sunny day in a dark car, so I had to look to satisfy my own curiosity.
So I literally havenât written in months but really wanted to tonight for some reason. This is super short and probably sucks but I need to get back into it.
Y/N struggled to swallow the lump in her throat as Narcissa and Lucius announced the betrothal of Draco and Astoria.
She could taste the bitter blood on her tongue as she bit it to prevent from screaming out. She wanted to scream and cry and hit Draco for betraying her. All those nights spent in the silk sheets of his bed and whispers of promises of forever. Promises that she never imagined Draco capable of breaking as the man had been nothing but loyal to those he cared about.
âExcept for meâ Y/N thought, shooing the bittersweet memories from her thoughts. She clapped along with everyone else yet refusing to look at the couple. She was dedicated to remaining stoic and composed maintaining an appearance of calmness and grace.
When the clapping had died down, Y/N made the mistake of raising her head only to make direct eye contact with a set of silver eyes that she had pictured looking into for the rest of her life. His eyes used to make her swoon and her stomach flutter, but all they did now was make her nauseous and her throat sting.
They held eye contact for what felt like forever, Draco pleading with his eyes for her to not hate him. He didnât want to marry Astoria. He wanted to keep every promise that he had ever made to you. He wanted to give you the 8 kids you had dreamed about and the house in a village far away from the gloomy mansion and the awful memories that it came with.
He knew you too well to know that your calm demeanor was a façade, and you were breaking inside. He ached for his parents to finish talking so he could pull you away, so he could promise you that he would fix everything and give you everything he promised he would give you.
But as you broke eye contact and turned towards the hand that was held out to you, the hand of Dracoâs best friend Theo Nott, Draco knew. As he watched Theo lead you from the room, his hand on your lower back, Draco knew.
That his promise to fix everything would never become fulfilled, as would none of the others that the two of you had made between those silk sheets.