the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

l.b ☆ sprinter

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

a shoulder to cry on. that's all he was, really. lorenzo's fingers traced over the top of your thigh in a comforting manner, your face in the crook of his neck, sobbing away at yet another argument you and your boyfriend had just had. it was now becoming almost a daily thing - if not, then definitely weekly. it was almost always the same thing, he'd be flirting with a girl and then gaslight you into oblivion that you were just reading too into it and that you were just overthinking.

it always came back to you. making you feel like you were the insane one. making you feel terrible for feeling jealous. making you apologise for bringing up your feelings and that everything was ultimately your fault. lorenzo absolutely loathed your boyfriend to put it in the best way possible. he hated how you would stay. how after every night, you'd run back into your boyfriends wide open arms. how you were truly oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was just using you and didn't love you at all.

after all, what man would ever put you, on numerous occasions, in a position of losing you? lorenzo knew he'd never do that to you. he'd always make you feel loved. he'd never let you cry, ever. he knew how to treat you. he was just simply waiting for you to realise it.

"i'm so sorry," you pulled away from lorenzo's neck, your tears staining your face and a black stream of mascara smudged down your face. you were no doubt a mess, but lorenzo thought you were still the prettiest and most beautiful girl in the world.

"it's okay," the soft pad of his thumb swiped your under eyes, wiping away the rest of your tears. he didn't care if the got makeup on him.

"he's just - ugh, i hate him," your eyes flicked up only to be met with lorenzo's.

"i don't like him that much either," you felt the squeeze of his hand over your thigh. "he's a bit of a dick," lorenzo moved a loose piece of your hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing gently down your jaw. you could feel yourself getting lost in the honeypots which were his eyes, your gaze shifting down to his soft pink lips which were calling to you. you looked back up into his eyes and couldn't help but feel the overwhelming sensation to kiss him.

your faces pulled together like the deniable force of magnets, unable to contain and withhold from each other much longer. the loud banging against the aged oak wood door interrupted the pair of you. your heads both snapped to the door, eyes wide and in shock like a deer in the headlights. your bodies parted from each other, the absence of lorenzo's body against yours was making you internally scream.

"come in," lorenzo called out, clearing his throat in the process to relieve the now awkward tension which lingered heavy in the air.

"fuck - did i interrupt something? why do the two of you look so guilty?" mattheo asked moments after he swung the door open to reveal you and lorenzo close together, but not close enough. there was a clear look of guilt painted over the both of your faces.

"no, i was just leaving," you moved off of lorenzo's bed. "i'll see you later." you left his room without another word, giving mattheo a gentle smile as you brushed past him.

"gosh, don't tell me i just cock blocked you?" mattheo chuckled, entering lorenzo's dorm.

"she's too in love with that melon," lorenzo rubbed his hands over his face, dragging his fingers down his face in frustration.

"why don't you just tell her?" mattheo leaned against the door.

"mate, are you slow?" lorenzo threw his head back. "even if i did, she'd still be on that fuckers dick until he like dies."

"you never know," mattheo clicked his tongue, pushing himself off of the door. "party tonight in the common room, be there or be square."

"do you want a scrap?" lorenzo chucked a pillow at mattheo.