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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮!

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 (𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡). 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

James Potter was your boyfriend, and the lead guitarist of The Marauders, the hottest band of the year.

Sure, he may act quite raunchy on stage, but in the comfort of your flat, he played the doting boyfriend role all too well. Your relationship with James would be proven to be too good to be true soon enough.

It was the night of one of The Marauders' concerts in a small venue in London. The venue boomed with the bass of Sirius Black's guitar, and the music was so loud you could feel it thumping in your chest. You remained backstage, as always, watching your boyfriend and his bandmates from the side with a content smile. You had been with James since they had started up their band, and your pride in how far they have come never faltered.

As the final song of their set came to an end, the crowd roared with applause and cheers, queuing the boys to take their bows for the night.

James, however, didn't seem to be done with the crowd just yet. Sitting on his knees at the edge of the stage, he took one of his fans by the chin, leaning in close to her face. Your stomach burned as you watched the scene unfold in front of you, leaning further into the wing to get a view of what the crowd was hollering about.

Just then, James kissed her. He kissed the fan, and the crowd went wild.

Your stomach dropped, your heart ached, and your eyes welled with tears. How could he do this? It didn't matter if it was some stupid crowd work. He was your boyfriend, and he had just kissed a random girl.

You marched backstage, wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks. As you made your way to the back door, you felt a hand take your wrist, gentle but strong enough to stop you in your tracks.

You turned around, slapping what you thought was James right across the face, tears blurring your vision. When he stumbled back, brushing long strands of black hair out of his face, you realized you hadn't slapped James: you had slapped Sirius.

"Sirius! I–thought you were James, I'm so sorry-"

"No harm done, Y/n. Just caught me off guard, that's all." Sirius chuckled, trying to lighten your mood a bit.

Your tears immediately resumed their course down your cheeks, causing Sirius to frown.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I...I don't know what James was thinking." He continued, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You pulled him into a tight embrace, crying into his chest. Sirius, despite his surprise, moved a hand to your back, rubbing up and down.

James jogged into the backstage area, spotting the two of you. He approached, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Shit, Y/n, I...I'm sorry. I–" James began, though Sirius quickly cut him off.

"Save it, James. Just piss off. She doesn't want to hear it,"