I was watching the movie "Stuck in Love" earlier today, and I realize how gorgeous Nat Wolff has became. I also sort of got inspired to write this story.

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With Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter being your parents, you see a lot of love all around you. I know that I loved my parents, my brothers, and the rest of my family. I know that they love me too, but I wanted to be in love with someone. I wanted to belong with someone, I wanted someone to be afraid to lose me.

Ever since I was a child, I've had an obsession with love. I would watch muggle Disney movies with Rose in the middle of her living room floor and imagine someone looking at me like the princes looked at the princesses. I wanted to be adored.

Then when I was fifteen years old I met Nathan Storms. He looked at me like I'd always wanted to be looked at, or at least I thought he did at the time. I thought he was the best thing in the world, I was ready to be whatever and whoever he wanted me to be. He wasn't the guy that I thought he was, not even close.

He liked to do drugs, and I don't mean weed. He did coke and heroin, and decided that I had to do it too. I refused every time and eventually it started to piss him off. He said that I was embarrassing him in front of his friends and pulled me into an empty room at the party we were at.

As soon as we were alone, he pushed me to the ground. He told me that I was too uptight and that I needed to get the stick out of my ass. I thought I was too good for everyone because of my family. I forced myself up to my feet to tell him off only for him to slap me.

His abuse continued until one night when we were at yet another party. He was being unusually nice to me, but I just thought that he realized how much I loved him and he loved me back. I was so fucking stupid that I could literally kick myself. He brought me a drink and after I sipped it a few times I started to feel fuzzy inside.

It turned out that he drugged me and raped me that night. I woke up the next morning in a stranger's bed with nothing on. I searched the ground for my wand, and when I found it. I Apparated home. I hid from my parents and everyone else in my bedroom until my period was late for two months in a row.

Thankfully, I wasn't pregnant, but I did have chlamydia. I took the treatment for it until it ran its course and I was STD free. I was completely different after that, I didn't believe in love or that anyone would ever want me for anything other than sex.

I'm seventeen now and I'm a completely different person. I don't watch Disney movies anymore and I don't thrive to have someone love me. I listen to a lot of music, smoke a lot of weed, and stay away from people most of the time. I went to Hogwarts, but I didn't really belong there anymore. James and Albus couldn't wait to go back when they were in school, but I dreaded it.

Most of the time I just wandered around the muggle town next to our house with earbuds in. Mom and dad stopped trying to get me to talk years ago, they just accepted that I was a fuck up and stopped trying. They had the perfect Quidditch player son and the super smart son, I was just the mistake child. I was the one that they never talked about or the one that they hid whenever we had company.

It was the first day of the Christmas holidays and I was wandering around the town. I had on a sweater and a coat, but I was still kind of cold. I saw the record store that I passed everyday but never went inside. I'd recently learned how to use muggle money and I had some in my bag so I went inside.

It was warm and smelled like dust and vintage things, I instantly loved it. I took my gloves off my hands and walked towards the nearest aisle. I looked through all the records in the bin before moving on down to the next one. I wasn't watching where I was walking and ended up slamming into another person.

I fell to the ground and it sent all of my records scattering to the floor. I looked up to see who was to blame and saw a guy sprawled on the floor beside me. He was sitting flat on his ass and his records were thrown around similarly to mine.

"God, asshole, why didn't you watch where you were going? If you broke these records, I'm going to be super pissed off," I grumbled, getting on my hands and knees to gather them.

"It wasn't like I was the only one involved in the fall. You hit me too and gravity did its job with the both of us," he answered evenly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fucking fine. I love being knocked to the ground by random strangers in record shops. It's my favorite way to spend a Monday morning," I said, standing up with my records in my hands.

"You are seriously one of the happiest people that I've ever met. Like, I want to take you out for coffee because you're so happy," he laughed as he stood up. "I hope some of the chipper rubs off on me."

"Are you serious right now? Did that fall cause you brain damage or something because I'm so not interested in you whatsoever," I said, turning on my heel and walking towards the cash register.

He followed behind me and when I gave the man with dreadlocks behind the counter my records, the guy pushed me out of the way and paid for them along with his. I groaned before stomping my way out of the store and pulling my gloves back on my hands and tugging my beanie further down over my ears.

"You're just going to walk away without your records or thanking me from being generous?" the guy asked, jogging to catch up with me. "At least buy me a coffee to make up for it."

"If I buy you a coffee, will you leave me alone?" I asked, swirling around and stopping in front of me.

He nodded and handed me the bag. "I believe I would, but I don't think you're going to want me to. I've been told that I'm quite the conversationalist."

I tried as hard as I could to fight it, but a smile tugged at my lips. It was one of the first real ones in so long that I almost forgot what it felt like. The smile seemed to spur the guy on because his lips pulled up into one of their own.

"My name's Corey, by the way, not just 'devastatingly handsome guy that I met in a record store' like you've been calling me in your mind," he said, walking along the sidewalk with me.

"That's cool, but I wasn't calling you that. I was calling you 'the creepy guy who wouldn't leave me alone that I met in the record store' actually," I retorted sarcastically.

"Hey, at least you're thinking about me, ging," he said, winking in in my direction.

"My name is not ging!" I shouted, stomping my foot on the cobblestone under our feet. "That's stereotypical of all redheads! I'm not even a ginger, okay?"

He laughed and bumped his shoulder against mine. "Well, that's my best guess! I could always call you Ariel or play the name guessing game. I'm also an excellent guesser."

"It seems someone thinks very highly of themselves," I chided, putting the bag on my wrist and tucking my hands into my coat pockets.

"No, I'm just a man of many talents," he said, opening up the door of the coffee shop for me and following me inside. "This place has the world's best hot chocolate."

"Have you went to every coffee shop on the planet in order to figure that out or do you just assume?" I asked, as we stood in line. "You know what they say about people who assume…"

"That they have great asses? Because I do, check it out," he said, turned around and flipping his jacket up so I could see his bum.

I actually laughed out loud that time and pushed his shoulder. "My name's Lily-Luna."

"That is the weirdest fucking name I've ever heard," he said with a raised brow. Then he grinned and added, "It's perfect."


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