How Do Ya’ll Listen To Nsfw Va’s That Aren’t Professor Cal Or Todd (notwhorosethinks) 

— tried to fight our energy. h.p

heavy inspired by ‘everytime’ by ariana grande.

angry!harry, mentions of yelling, NO SPECIFIED PRONOUNS ! harry & y/n are in love with each other but they don’t understand that

your face was straight. inside? you were fuming.

— well why didn’t you just tell me?!

— there was nothing to tell! - he exclaimed

— harry.. if there wasn’t anything to tell, you wouldn’t be so defensive. - you said, your voice shook with ire.

harry had been acting odd for the past week or so. you knew him and how he got so you decided to leave him be. you weren’t too concerned until he started sneaking off during classes.

— i don’t need to tell you every little thing, y/n.

that stung quite a bit.

— you think i don’t know that? don’t treat me like i’m stupid, harry. - your tone matching his.

you and harry weren’t a couple. you’d been friends since second year. there’d always been this sense of energy, though. you knew it, so did he. however, the two of you never dared to acknowledge it. why? the truth is, you weren’t sure.. neither was harry.

sure, you’d gotten into arguments with him before, but never this extreme. here you were, standing in his dorm. he was sitting on the bed and you were leaning on the wall. perhaps it had to do with you being older? you were in sixth year now.. you’d both been learning to use your voice. you didn’t know why it was such a big deal to you.. but it was.

— why didn’t you just tell me you were going out with romilda vane?! - you spat.

you despised that girl.

— i knew it’d turn out like this .. i knew you’d be upset. - harry rolled his eyes.

— listen, i’m not fond of it.. but i’m willing to tolerate it. - you said, barely louder than a whisper.

you felt tears begin to form. you hated yourself for that. you weren’t sure why. you loved harry, but you never thought of it that way. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes, and he returned that. you both cared about each other so much. never like that though.. right?

— i gotta go harry. — your voice broke slightly. i’ll see you in class.

you grabbed your bag and as you were about to walk out, harry grasped your arm.

— i’m sorry.

the boy stood above you now, his hair messy and his glasses foggy. you realized his eyes had glossed over.

— save it, harry. it’s fi-

— no.. y/n, it’s not! - he cut you off. i haven’t been .. completely honest with you.

— no shit. - you mumbled

harry wasn’t good at explaining things that didn’t have to do with voldemort or school. everyone knows he’s an awkward, nerdy boy. you know he was more than that. he was cocky at times, open too. but never this vulnerable. ever.

harry cleared his throat.

— y/n.. i have loved you since third year. i’ve tried to hide it from myself and i’ve tried to fight it off because i never wanted to screw anything up. but i can’t. it’s killing me. i never truly liked romilda. i did it to get your attention. — harry’s voice grew shaky. y/n.. plea-

you pulled him into a tight hug. you wanted to stay like that. forever. you never wanted to let him go. harry was crying into your shoulder now, he was so sorry for even keeping something so small from you. that jealousy you held.. you made him feel so terrible. you pulled away.

— harry. forgive me! please. i’m the one who needs to be apologizing. i was so frustrated. so.. jealous.. of something that was none of my business. harry, i love you so much and i’d never do anything to purposely harm you.

you were sobbing into your hands, harry engulfed you in a hug, just as comforting and just as tight as the one you had given him. he sat you on the bed, he made you look at him. he was .. smiling at you? he muttered a quiet, small “i forgive you” and so did you. you moved closer and closer to harry, slowly. your hands slid up to his jaw, his to either side of your face.. for a moment you looked into each other’s eyes, without a care in the world, you kissed each other like your lives depended on it.

you were never going to let that boy go, and you were never going to fight that energy again.