HOW TO DRESS | JAMES POTTER

"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls.

"Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore,"

"James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..."

"I don't, at least, make you feel good?"

"No."

He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back.

[nsfw oneshot]