Cellophane

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
F/M
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Cellophane
Summary
“I fucking hate her,” Sirius said. And James fucking hated her too. Of course he hated her. A lot. He hated her hair, and her wrists, and her collar bones. James hated the way she walked, and the way she spoke. Jesus did he hate the way she spoke.And he was serious. Despite whatever…arrangement they had. Because it meant absolutely nothing. It was just... physical. No feelings, no anything attached. And he could break it off anytime he wanted to. That's why there was no reason to feel guilty. Because it wasn't even worth turning over in his mind.
Note
This is for the chicks who just want to be perceived like Timothee Chalamet. Hopefully this isn't too niche. But for realz, i just thought this would be interesting, to write and also to read. Let me know your thoughts N stufff. (Also excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes. I am writing this at 4 a.m, like all the other great American novelists. lol)

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