Breathe Me...(James potter love story)

Chapter 5

PEYTON'S POV
I looked at them, shocked. Why were they sticking up for me? I felt them look at my arm. I knew there was blood on it but I honestly couldn't care less. Potter slowly walked towards me. I still couldn't move. But this time it was from fear. Black reached out for Potter but he just shook his arm off. He walked to me until he was right in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. I tried to swallow the bile but I couldn't. He was so close that I could smell him. A mix between aftershave and...the forest? He reached down to grab my arm while still maintaining eye contact. His eyes were so mesmerizing, and his hair looked so...oh. My. God. I'm in love with James Potter. He broke eye contact and looked down at my arm. He gasped. This wasn't good.
JAMES' POV
Her eyes were really beautiful. Probably more beautiful than Lily's. And even huh this is just an act, I'm not gonna say I don't think that. I broke eye contact with her and looked down at her arm. The blood had soaked through her sweater and was visible. I very slowly peeled back the sweater off of her arm. I gasped. There, carved into her arm was words. They were so messy but so precise it looked like it was done hat was in purpose. And all the words were what we, and everyone in the school, had called her. Bitch. Slut. Useless. Worthless. Whore. Unwanted. And just scars carved in there forever. I felt so bad. A saw what the blood was coming from, scars that were pretty deep, covering her tan skin. She pulled away and looked at me, like she was trying to figure me out. What I was trying? What I was playing at? She locked eyes with me and pulled away. She ran to the end of the corridor and turned the corner. I could hear her sobbing when she was running. I've only heard her cry once. And that was in 1st year. What have we done to her?
PEYTON'S POV
I just ran. Ran to wherever my legs took me. I knew my way around here better than anyone, because I was always "just running". But the truth was, I was trying to run from my problems, from the torture and the pain, from the people and from the thoughts. I eventually looked up and realized I was...in the shreaking shack. Why here??? I know that Lupin is a werewolf and they transform here. I know more than anyone thinks. I walked over to the ripped up bed, trailing my finger over the wall and furniture next to me, collecting dust. I sat down and said to myself
"I ask myself this all the time but, why's it always me?"(Neville line 😂) I didnt expect anyone to answer so it scared the shit out if me when someone did.
"You do talk!!!" I looked kvr to see the one and only -drum role please- James Potter...
Oh god, how am I gonna explain this???
JAMES' POV
I saw her run into the shreaking shack so I decided to follow her. When I walked in, I followed her to a bedroom that,surprisingly, wasn't completely ruined by Moony. Still ruined, but not as much as the other rooms. I saw her sit down, she looked deep in thought. Then she did something that really shocked me. She spoke. It was a beautiful sound. Like bells in the wind.
"I ask myself this all the time, but, why's it always me???" It took me half a second to reply...sort of.
"You do talk!!!" I exclaimed. It looked like I scared the shit out of her but she didn't reply, so I went on.
"I thought that you couldn't talk. Oh god, this is great. I heard you talk and it was really nice hearing you and...I'm babbling again aren't I ?" I looked at her sheepishly. Damn, her eyelashes are really long!!! How did I just realize that???
I heard her breath shudder as she nodded. Her hair fell in front of her eyes as she looked down. I crossed the room and knelt in front of her. She looked up from under her eye lashes to look at me. I reached out and brushed the hair from her face, the back of my fingers resting on her cheek for a couple of seconds before pulling back. I ran a hand through my untaimable hair and let out a long sigh.
"Wow..." I breathed. I looked back at her and caught her eye, making it unable for me to look away. I saw something in her eyes that I couldn't understand. She opened her mouth but all that come out was a strange choking noise. I looked at her and grabbed her shoulder. She froze and, slowly, turned her head to look at the hand that was resting on her shoulder, not hurting her, shoving her, slapping her...just, resting there. She turned her head back to be met by a face full of my hair. I removed my hand from her shoulder and wrapped it around her waist. I nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck, and took in a huge breath. What's happening right now???
I took in a deep breath, memorizing her scent. She smelt like lavender, fresh cut grass and...is that motorcycle grease??? Wow, a weird combination...
I look back at her to find her frozen but her face was still, showing no emotion, just looking straight ahead. I got the hint that she doesn't like being touched, so I moved back and looked at her.
"Oh, sorry, it's just tha--"
"Don't worry" she said softly, a whisper barely audible. She stared straight ahead, looking like a statue. Her hands were griping the edge of the bed so tightly that her knuckles were pure white. A moved forwards on my knees and pried her fingers off the bed, one by one. I stood up and brought her with me, pulling her into a hug. She wrapped her arms gingerly around my waist and let our a long sigh. Hey, this doesn't feel so bad...WAIT!!! What am I thinking. This is only to get my precious...Lily-flower. Why does it feel wrong saying that??? No, stop. I'm not loosing my feelings for her. Just feeling sorry for this girl.

Or so he thought

Sorry for not updating. I just haven't had the time. Thanks for reading