𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓱.𝓳.𝓹.

Do You Love Me?

TW: overthinking, crying, insecurities, talking about weight, written at night so might be bad

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(3rd person pov)

(Y/N) was currently sitting at the top of the astronomy tower. She found herself quite often here since she started dating Harry Potter.

Now don't get it all wrong, he's been amazing to her, every holiday is celebrated together, they have at least two dates a week. Both of them are always by eachother's side.

From afar people watched them. The relationship seemed like a dream, a fairytale, something everyone wished for. Imagine those scenarios that you'd make before bed. The ones that would include a crush, lover, favorite book character.

Dancing in the rain like the world has stopped spinning and time magically slowed down to the beat of their hearts.

Reading together until one of them grows tired and cuddles up. Or stop reading just so they could give some attention to eachother. Sometimes it would feel like kissing was the only true source of oxygen, when in reality, it's the thing that would take their breaths away.

The love was visable to all, the students and the teachers, they all noticed their small looks, the way they'd keep eye-contact for just a second longer.

Or the subtle hand holding during class, occasionally Harry's hand would find it's way on (Y/n)'s thigh. Always at a respectful level, it was never sexual, just pure love
That was exactly their relationship and nothing else.

They were still young, still feeling that sweet 16, why would they rush?

Though of course, it wasn't always perfect.

Most of the times, these imperfections in the relationship would go unnoticed by the surrounding pupils. Sometimes, they were hidden so well, that one of the lovers wouldn't know about it.

And we're back to the astronomy tower for this exact reason.

(Y/n) seems confident and extroverted to most. She's the girl that gives of a "i could rule the world" mindset.

Most people even look up to her, begging for the secrets of her confidence.

But the same girl would cry most nights. She would cry because of the boy who lived. The boy that she loves to death would haunt her mind.

Well the image of him her mind would create.

This image, it would degrade her, every night that she wasn't sleeping with her beloved boyfriend. The wicked fake would return to her head and fill her head with torturous lies.

"Do you really think I love you?"

"Why would I ACTUALLY like someone like you? "

"I can have any person in the school, you think i won't leave you?"

"Stop being such a crybaby"

"Oh god you're so annoying"

"Lose a few pounds"

"Gain some weight"

"Stop being so clingy"

Of course, the real Harry never said any of this.

Even during disagreements he'd never go that far. But (Y/n)'s brain never let her think like that, it always made sure that all of the made up negative words were true.

That's why she'd often end up right where she is now. It has become routine at this point.

But she wasn't as sneaky as she thought, Harry would always check the marauder's map before bed. He had seen her there on multiple occasions.