"dont talk to strangers
or you might, fall in love."

duo povs

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!blaise pov!

She's everywhere.

Everywhere I look, I see her. I smell her perfume and I feel her presence.

I sigh, digging my head in my hands as spon as I sit down at my seat, Y/n right next to me with a smile as she talks to one of her friends.

That smile.

I miss when it was for me.

But, I know and hate that this is all my fault. Hear me out.

I had just started being friends with Malfoy and his group, and they were just... not my crowd.

But they're also exactly what I needed to get ahead in this school. Exactly the type of people my family want me to get along with.

But the one and only thing that made me want to rip their teeth apart, was when they started talking about the girls in this school.

When they started talking shit about Y/n. Calling her all sorts of disgusting names.

She was a very gorgeous girl, yes. But some of the things they were saying completely objectified her.

They started betting on her, talking about how someone from our group needed to get to know her.

So when she came up to me, there was no way I was showing them that I know and love her.

Love her.

It's only hit me now. The feeling and pull I have toward her. How hearing her voice makes me have a strange feeling in my stomach.

The feeling I get when seeing her walk into class, making everything feel lighter.

But I know that they would just try to use me. To use her.

But still, the guilt of humiliating her eats away at me... and I still don't know if I did the wrong thing.

!y/n pov!

I sit down on my seat next to Blaise, careful not to make eye contact as I feel him glance at me.

Class has been so boring lately without my usual talking buddy, the usual laughs and secret giggles.

I'll get over him, but the longing is always there. The longing to ask what went wrong.

Why would he humiliate me like that in front of his friends? It was so extremely uncalled for and even worse, we haven't talked ever since.

Maybe he's just ashamed. I feel it. I feel the awkward tension in the little space between us everyday.

There has to be a reason why he did this.

Fuck, Y/n. Why does this even bother you so much? ; I don't know.

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I walk to the library, tired after a long day. Nothing much happened, but classes suck.

I hold in my sigh when I see Blaise and his friends there also, taking up two  tables.

I sit on the one furthest from theirs, opening my book to read and study

But it's impossible. Impossible to do anything when I feel eyes on the back fo my head.

I turn around and lock eyes with Blaise. He doesn't look away. Neither do I.

His dark eyes stare into my soul, even from afar.

A blonde on his side nudges him with a frown, whispering something to him with a chuckle.

Blaise wait a few seconds before turning to him and nodding his head no, seemingly scolding him.

I look away.

!blaise pov!

"Just go. She's staring at you like she wants it." My face twists up in disgust as Theodore says this, trying to get my to go talk to Y/n.

"Just leave her alone." I say.

"If you don't go, I will." Mattheo says.

I clench my jaw before getting up, going over to her table, thinking to myself: it's fine, it's fine, it's fine...

She glances at me, turning her face back to her book without speaking.

"Hey..." I say, attempting a smile.

"Hi." She doesn't look at me.

"You wanna talk?"

"Not really." Her voice trembles.

"I'm really sorry." I say, flinching when she puts her book down with a cold stare.

"For?"

I blink.

"I'm sorry for... for-"

"Pretending you didn't know me? You literally pretended you didn't know me. That's so low."

Her voice isn't angry. It's sad, almost. Which only twists the knife in my gut.

"I know. I know, but I can explain. It's them. If they knew that we actually know eachother, they would moat likely just use me to get to you. I didn't want that. And I know we weren't that close bu-"

"Weren't that close? I loved you, Blaise!" She raises her voice, getting up and walking away, probably to her dorm.

My head spins. I loved you, Blaise. I don't go back to my friends, but instead I pick up her things she left and head to my dorm.

!y/n pov!

You shouldn't care so much.

You don't need to care so much.

You two are nothing. Not even friends.

I drag my legs up and out of my bed. How early is it? Who the fuck is knocking on my door?

I open it, only then realising that my summer pijamas are pretty thin and skimpy.

Too tired to care, though.

"Hey." The deep voice makes me feel butterflies, but I squash them as I look up, seeing Blaise.

"What do you want? How do you know where my dorm is?"

"Asked around. I just came to give back the things you left at the library yesterday."

He mumbles, handing me my whole backpack and my book.

Suddenly, I feel bad for my tone with him. I purse my lips into a small smile, taking my things.

"You wanna talk?" I say.

I don't want this bad blood between us. But I also want to make it clear that my feelings for him aren't the same anymore.

He comes in. "What's there even to talk about?" he says.

"I just don't want it to be awkward between us now." I say.

"I love you, Blaise."

I remember my words from yesterday and blush, hoping he's not thinking about it too.

"It's not. It's fine. I was wrong. You don't need to feel like it's awkward. We can try and-"

"No. I don't wanna risk having anything like that happen again. Let's just be friendly. Nothing more."

He blinks at me, face sad.

"Okay." He says, excusing himself out of my dorm.

!blaise pov!

It almost feels like rejection. No, it is rejection.

She doesn't want to even be my friend. She wants to be friendly, but not my friend.

She still smiles at me when she walks into class and I force myself to smile back, the feeling hurting.

I feel regret whenever I look at her. Whenever I approach my friendgroup.

Why did I do that? I cringe when I think about my words, when I think about how ugly I treated her that day.

It was just 6 words, but it cost me my first friendship in this school, and one of my first true friendships.

Anyone ever heard of a man's first love?

I'll never get over Y/n.

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