Title: circles

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Rating: T for language

Summary: round and around it goes. it's a circle of hatelovehatelovehatelovehate . | Lily/Lorcan | freeverse

Author's Note: The fact that this piece is capital-less is purposeful.

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you slap him

then you kiss him

slap him

and kiss him again

round and around it goes

it's a circle

hatelovehatelovehatelovehate

whoops

you're not supposed to end with hate

hatelovehatelove

{hate}

it's a habit you've fallen into

a rut

a circle

you're stuck

(going round and round)

forever

[and ever and ever and ever]

and you've just got to stop the hating

because it always comes back up again

{hatelovehatelovehatelovehate lovehate}

"lily, i love you!"

he tells you and you laugh

[andlaughandlaughandlaugh]

"i hate you."

you tell him

and then you kiss him

"i love you."

you say

and then you walk away

"lily?"

"i hate you!"

you yell back at him

because hate always comes back up again

(this circle will kill you)

some days you really do love him

you're convinced that he's the one

other days you truly hate him

you hate his crooked smile

and his messy blonde hair

and his big blue eyes

[why can't he just be boring?]

and then there's a ring

(another damn circle)

a ring with a diamond

a boy with a hopeful smile

[a crooked smile]

"marry me?"

"lorcan…"

"lily."

lily scamander

lily&lorcan

lorcan&lily

[it sounds alright]

and he's downright perfect for you

[most boys won't put up with your antics]

but you clearly don't have a rational bone in your body

so you say

"no. try again another day lor. today's just not right."

"do you hate me today?"

"no."

then leave him kneeling in the garden

(you runrunrun through your circles)

he tries again

[you knew he would]

but you're too fond of his crooked smile

of his hopeful eyes

of his rag-tag blonde hair

so you tell him

no

[you're just not in the mood]

and ruffle his hair affectionately

and smilesmilesmile

and then you make him buy you ice cream

[because you're in the mood for that]

and then he asks again a few weeks later

and again a few weeks after that

and you get into a rut

(circle)

he keeps persisting

and you keep refusing

till one day

[after you say no again]

he says

"fine. i'm done. have a nice life lily."

and you're shocked

[you shouldn't be after all – you've been giving him heck for months]

and soon you're following him

pleading with him

begging to be taken back

because you may be fickle but he's everything to you

you're jumping through hoops for him

(just more circles honey)

chasing and chasing

(round and round in circles)

saying

"please lor, i'm sorry. i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you!"

"no lily."

"i hate you!"

(it always comes back, doesn't it?)

"see! that's why we're done!"

"but i don't hate you. i just say that."

"all the bloody time."

"i love you."

"you've said that before."

"it's true."

"will you go out with me lily?"

but since you're so obviously the most irrational creature ever, you say

"no."

he smiles at you

[his crooked little smile]

"marry me?"

he asks

and you smile because maybe you've found your way out of the circle

then you slap him

(the circle's back)

"that a yes then?"

he asks you

you smile a little more and say

"of course it is."

and then you kiss him

because you've found you like your little circles