Harry Potter One Shots

Don't Touch Me (Young Sirius x Reader)

After dealing with all of the abuse he was dealt growing up, Sirius hated being touched. Every time someone bumped into him, he would cringe. When someone so much as brushed past him, he would almost hiss. Physical affection was not his thing.
When you and Sirius started dating, James had sat you down and explained why your boyfriend didn't like to be touched, and why his palms sweat so bad if you two actually held hands. James also told you that the whole playboy thing that surrounded Sirius' reputation was just rumours that some girls had made up.
"Listen, (y/n)," James said in a whisper, leaning towards you so no one else could hear, "he really does like you- eventually, he could love you. You just need to love him unconditionally."
You nodded, thanking James for the "warning" about Sirius. He had asked you out at lunch that day, which you happily accepted. You and Remus were good friends since you were babies, and he always talked about Sirius being such a great guy. When Siri had asked you at lunch, Remus' smile was so big, his eyes crinkled on the sides. You loved when he smiled like that, and because of how rare it was, you knew Sirius was an amazing guy.
However, after dating for six months with nothing more romantic than holding hands with stiff arms, you were fed up.
One day in the seventh month of dating, you blew up on Sirius.
"Listen to me! I really do not want to come off as a drag, but I am sick and tired of you acting all Casanova and then literally ignoring me almost 24 hours of the day. I'm not asking you to go all the way, I'm not even asking you to snog me. All I want is some affection from you! Is that too much to ask?"
Sirius stopped where he was walking in the hallway and watched as fat, mournful tears fell from your eyes. He stared silently at you, and then looked at the hand you yanked from his as you ran down through the wave of students.
Sirius knew at that moment that if he could get you back, because that would be almost impossible, that he would have to get over his fears.

Author's Note:
Hey guys! If you're reading this, it means that we are about hit 10 THOUSAND reads on this story!!! Wow! That means four zeros!
I'm super sorry for NEVER posting on here, but as you have probably realised, if I don't have anything to write about, I'm not going to write some poor, crappy excuse of a one shot. Every single one of these is a teeny bit of my soul I put into words. I really want these to be a) different from things you've read before and b) not bad with grammar or repetitiveness.
Anyway, thank you for dealing with my writing mood swings and getting me 10 thousand reads on this little collection.
So, does this one deserve a part two at 10,000?