Handling Glass | ✔

Chapter Seventeen

I couldn't breathe. Everything was blurry, I felt like I was spinning and spinning, I couldn't stop. I stood up, or attempted to. I pushed through the crowd and down the corridor, ignoring the fuzzy laughs. I trusted him. I thought he loved me. He told me that he loved me. How could he do this? I leaned against the cold, stone wall now alone, trying to catch my breath and actually see where I was going. I slid my back down it and sat on the floor. I was gasping for air but it wouldn't come. It was like my lungs were plastic bags and they had holes in them. Oh god, I was having a freaking panic attack. I had never had one of these before but I read books about them. They said that you had to hold your breath to sort out your irregular breathing pattern. (a/n no I'm not clever I got it off teen wolf 😂) I held my breath and eventually the blue spots disappeared from my vision and my lungs filled up again. This is never how I planned to get my first heartbreak, I always laughed at the girls who made such a big deal of getting their heartbroken in books. This wasn't fair, I shouldn't be the one suffering it should be Kyle.
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"Hey dick!" I called after him. He slowly turned around to face me but didn't say anything, which made me even angrier. I didn't know what I was supposed to say now. We just stood their looking at each other, which was a mistake because as soon as I looked into his eyes mine started watering.
"Why did you do it." It tried to sound strong but it just came out hurt and weak.
"Hermione. You don't know what it's like. I was hired to do it, I'm a reporter, I had to-"
"No. You didn't have to do crap." I spat.
"Hermione just please-"
"So this was your plan all along. Make me fall in love with you, let me lose my friends over you-"
"I didn't know that would happen."
"Wait a few months and then rip my heart to pieces."
"It's my job Hermione. I'm sorry." I walked up closer to him, trying to hold back the tears.
"Just get out of my life you asshole." I punched him in the face. I could of used a spell I could of done some serious damage but I knew he wasn't worth it. It reminded me of malfoy in third year. Ron made me do the right thing.
He clenched his nose as he staggered back.
"You're just a crazy bitch, you know that?"
"Well if I'm crazy you must be mental." And with that I walked away leaving him on the ground.
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I managed to get all the way to the common room and up the stairs without crying but as soon as I got to my room and closed the door, my knees buckled and I fell to the floor, sobbing. I crawled to my bed and fell onto it. Why did he do that? He said he love me. These thoughts were circling when I heard a the door open.
"Hey Hermione I-" someone started but stopped when they saw me bawling my eyes out. I looked up to see Ron in the doorway. My eyes widened in shock.
"Hermione. What happened?"
"You didn't see it?" I asked through crying. He shook his head. Well I guess that makes one person. I pulled the article out of my bag and passed it to him. He read it and when he saw who it was written by he looked up at me.
"Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry."
"He's a reporter. He was just pretending to love me." Ron held out his arms and I lunged into them. He held me tight and I held him tighter. He stroked my hair.
"Shh. It's okay." He whispered. I raised my head to look at him.
"I guess you can say I told you so now." But he's didn't say it, he just held me tighter. We walked over to my bed and laid down. I snuggled my head into his neck and slung my arm over his chest. I breathed in his Ron scent. I'd missed it. It was like coming home at the end of the year at hogwarts and just feeling and smelling home.
"It's gonna be okay Hermione. I'll always be here for you. Even when we're in a massive argument." He smiled. I laid down properly beside him and turned my head to look at him.
"I know Ron. And thank you. I'm sorry I acted like such a bitch to you the other day. I guess I'm just still not used to seeing with another girl."
"Ditto." I raised my eyebrow.
"I mean you with a boy." I smiled. He raised his hand, his palm facing us and I reached out and press my hand to his. Our fingers linked together and dropped down onto the bed. We just sat there in silence, accompanying one another, holding each other. Until my eyes started to fell heavy and I was surrounded in darkness.
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Here comes the romione feels!!! Watcha guys think? Also just to remind you that I'm updating my other book; window talks every Thursday so keep on the look out for that tomorrow. Okay bye my weirdos love you! 😘😘😘