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The Story Of Us by Werewolfs Rule
Chapter 1 : We're Not Speaking...Or Maybe We Are?
 
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Becca


I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly
And people would say they're the lucky ones
I used to know my place was the spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat



Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on
Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up I can't break through

 
I remember the day I met Rose Weasley. She was yelling and screaming, begging her parents to not make her go to school. I on the other hand couldn’t wait to start school, I wanted to meet kids like me, who were, lets say ‘special’. As that’s what I was, a witch and on top of that a Metamorphagus.

Rose was special, very special. She was also smart and funny and very, very loud, I learned that day.

Rose became my best friend that day.

We were attached instantly. That was as soon as my mother introduced herself to Rose’s parents and told Rose that she shouldn’t be afraid if she wanted to be in Gryffindor.

Rose then locked eyes with me and we haven’t parted since.

That is until a few months ago.


Rose




Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me, yeah
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Next chapter

I was locked in bloody broom closet with my ex-best friend. Our parents, brothers, and most of my cousins were in the house somewhere, probably laughing at us. Our wands were gone, along with our Fyres, and a silencing charm had been placed on the door.

In other words, we were fucked.

Bloody hell! This isn’t even my fault. Becca started this by stopping all communication, so what if her boyfriend broke up with her, she shouldn’t be taking it out on me.

Now she was sitting slump up against the wall trying not to hyperventilate.

 

Becca




How'd we end up this way
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me


I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here
But you held your pride like you should've held me


Oh, I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing
I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud

 
This is Lysander’s fault, he broke my heart and now I’m stuck in a broom closet with Rose. Why did our families have to interfere? Why, why, why?

This isn’t fair, Rose just doesn’t understand how horrible I feel. I miss Lysander so much and she doesn’t care. What kind of best friend does that? I was there for her when she was having family troubles with Scorpius (that is her family hates him, his hates her).

Though I do have to say I would never take it all back, Rose has been my best friend for the last twelve years, it means something. A girl can never replace her best friend.

Now if only we could talk to each other.
 
 

Rose

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me, yeah
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now


I’ve never felt claustrophobic until now, never. I’ve never also felt as scared as I do now. And on top of that I’ve never felt as safe as I do now.

We haven’t talked to each other in months, but that was behind us right now, or it should be. This was both our faults.
 
Now if only I could talk to her, tell her that I’m sorry.
 


Becca




This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side
The battles in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight

I’m afraid of the dark, I have been since I was little and found a Bogart under my bed. Rose is afraid of spiders, she inherited this from her dad. This closet was both dark and covered with spiders, though happily Rose hasn’t noticed the spiders.
 
“Becca? Are you scared?”

“No,” I said, trying to sound like I didn’t care if she was talking to me.

“There’s spiders.”

“So.”

Though I knew that inside she was hyperventilating, her next response sounded braver than mine.

 

Rose




So many things that you wish I knew
But the story of us might be ending soon

“I’m sorry,” I said, and sat down beside her and pulled a particularly big black thing out of her hair.

“I am too, Rose.”

 

Becca


Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me, yeah
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down
The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now

We both then grabbed each other and hugged. We needed to get out of here, I was afraid of the dark, Rose was afraid of spiders.

We needed to get out.

So we did what got us thrown in here. Began screaming our heads off and hitting the door as hard as we could.
 


Rose




And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me, yeah
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate cause we're goin' down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
The end


I didn’t think when the door open, I just ran out and pushed the person who opened the door into the closet, see how they liked them spiders. Becca was quick to turn the lock and we both ran screaming into the kitchen, where our mothers and my aunts stood talking to one another.

“Are you okay?” mum asked, while I glared at the other occupants in the room –that is everyone except for Becca. “You have spiders in your hair, Rose.”

I screamed and went to hit my hair, when Becca reached out and took one out of my hair, then another, then another one after that.

“Thanks.”

“Your welcome.”

“Has anyone seen Harry?” asked dad walking into the kitchen, “he was getting something out of the closet in the hall and he should’ve been right back.”

“Rebecca, Rose?” asked Becca’s mum, Becca and I shared a look and then ran for it, accidentally hitting Uncle Harry with the scary, dark, spider-infested closet door.

Needless to say, you should never lock Becca and me in a closet, even if were not talking to each other.
 



Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Story of Us by Taylor Swift.

A/N: I've always thought of a broken friendship when I hear this song, so this is what came out of it.

Thanks for reading,

Please R&R,

~WR




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