Slytherin

Mattheo: so was the knitting faze, who’s next? Five! Cause I hear he likes to sleep around, you too have that in common *he gets up but you push him back down* Y/n: you don’t get to call me a whore, when I met you I thought I’d spend my life with you. I was done, so all the boys and the daddy issues who cared? Because I was done. You left me, you chose Pansy. I’m all glued back together now, I made no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke, you don’t get to call me a whore.