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Harry- Love

{Angst}

and just like that we're back to angst

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How do you fall out of love?

Well, you first fall in love with someone. Whether it be with the way they talk, the way their eyes light up in happiness, the small little habits they've got no clue they had, the way the corners of their eyes crinkle when they laugh, whatever the reason may be, you need to fall in love.

Next, realizing you've fallen in love. Nothing's going to work unless you've accepted that you've fallen into the trap called; love. Realizing that you can; that you want to spend the rest of your life with that person, and the satisfaction you get once you've known you've made them smile. Made them laugh. Made their day that bit much brighter.

But falling out of love? That's a different story.

Watching the person you've fallen in love with, slowly fall in love with someone else tugs at your heartstrings. This game we call life, loves to toss us around in its hands, smirking evilly knowing that we can break at any time. The pain of having to smile, when they're at their peak of happiness, because the person they've fallen in love with had acknowledged them;talked to them. That pain, lasts for too damn long. People say, the longer the pain lasts, the more you get used to it.

Wanna know a secret?

You don't.

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"Hey Harry!" You smiled, approaching your best friend for 5 years now. He looked up, smiling back at you. He tugged at your sleeve, motioning you to come closer.

"Y/n! Guess what!" He grinned cheekily as his eyes roamed over to someone sitting behind you.

"What is it?"

"Ginny said she'd hang with me at Hogsmeade today!" He grinned goofily before looking toward his plate, grabbing a quick bite from his food.

There it was, the familiar ache in your chest. As if your tongue got bigger, you couldn't speak. Your throat felt as if a huge lump was blocking its way, successfully stopping you from breathing.

"Really?" You mumbled, clearing your throat.

"You okay? You seem bummed out by it..." Harry questioned, looking at you with concern filling his eyes.

"It's just... I-it's just I thought we were finally having that hang-out we've been planning for so long..." You scratched the back of your neck, somewhat disappointed. Your heart beat faster, when recognition lit up in his eyes, that quickly turned into pity.

"Oh my god. Y/n I--"

"Don't worry about it." You grinned. Grabbing an apple and grabbing your bag, as you began to stand up.

"Go get your girl." You winked, taking a bite out of the apple before turning on your heels and walking out of the Great Hall, leaving your bruised heart at his feet.

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Love. Noun. An intense feeling of deep affection.