limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter thirteen

I sat myself down at my desk, holding my head in my hands. I find myself in utter shock. This past day, I've been bombarded with questions. The news seemed to spread quickly about Draco's date. Even my mother wrote to me about it; Ella was never good at keeping secrets.

I choose not to speak to him. Every corner I turned, there he stood. Every time I breathed, he was right there. Draco followed me like a hawk; he stopped anyone from coming near me. I felt suffocated by him, like a dog trapped in a cage.

A knock came from my doorway, and Ella looked solemn. Her hair was frizzed up, and her leather combat boots rubbed together. I smiled at her softly, calling her towards me. She rushed over and hugged me by the shoulders.

"I can't believe you said yes," she muttered, running her fingers along my neckline. "If you wanted a date, I would have ditched mine for you."

I hadn't explained to her that it wasn't my idea to go with him. In fact, he hadn't even asked me at all! It was just thrown upon me, and the immense pressure from everyone made me stuck. I turned to her, my eyes softening more.

"Believe me, I don't either." I laughed; the whole situation sounded like a silly romance novel. people would read to feel like they had someone to love. Where the characters fall in love and live a happy life.

I most certainly was not the romance novel martial. Ella sat down on my bed. She pulled off her boots. I followed after and lay on my back, staring up at the roof. Draco didn't seem like the worst possible date; it could have been one of his half-wit friends.

I ran my fingers along the silks, the textures finding a cool calm. My mind had been in overdrive for months. I hadn't sat back to slow down; lucky I had Ella. She was my rock—the girl who also snapped me back into reality.

From her odd styles and changing hair colour. Every minuscule detail about her was perfection. Her laugh was endearing, and her smile was beloved. I would die for her, and I liked to imagine she'd do the same for me.

"So then," I stated, turning my face to hers, "who's the lucky fella?"

"Don't laugh," she sternly pointed. "It's Charlie Nott."

I laughed; in fact, I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. She covered her face in shame, a pink tint on her cheeks. Ella was never good at boys; she found herself getting anxious. She was an assertive, typical A person. When it came to relationships, she was never interested.

She explained it to me once: Ella didn't find anyone attractive, and she didn't have romantic feelings. I liked to think she could still love me perfectly fine; she loved me. Her loving me was enough; it was more than enough. A lot of the time, having her love me was all I needed.

Platonic soulmates are people who love each other and were meant to be in each other's lives.

Ella was my soulmate.

She groaned, pulling her fingers down her face. "I didn't know what to do; he just sprung it on me!"

I knew the exact feeling, but I couldn't tell her that. I was in this odd situation, in the grand scheme. If I had just said no and gone with someone else, all my future problems would be saved. But a part of me wanted me to go with him.

Draco was a drug; he was bad for you. He was also heavily addictive and made you feel euphoric. If I had said no and walked away, I would be happier. But I didn't, and I think deep down, I wanted it. I wanted the attention, and I liked it.

For the first time, someone wanted me.

She wanted me for something other than my head. He taunted me and belittled me. But, in short glimpses, he was nice; he did little things I wouldn't notice. He was just a boy, begging for me to notice him.

I didn't fully understand the premise behind it. Maybe it was that I challenged him or finally told him he couldn't get what he wanted. Slowly, I was changing; I was taking on a new form. Something in me lured me to him. It was like the north and south poles pulling together—impossible. But, without it, the world wouldn't spin right.

"Aurora," Ella called, waving her hand in front of my eyes. "Daydreaming again; come on, I know my band isn't that exciting, but at least try!"

"Sorry, I just got lost in the clouds," I muttered, pursing my lips together and holding in a deep sigh.

She giggled, "Yeah, dreaming about lover boy!"

I smacked her arm, making her laugh loudly. Well, if anything, I knew I could always make Ella laugh. We tackled each other and escaped from reality. I had a home; whenever she was, I had a home.