(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
I had a “friend” at Ministry lets call him Mehta. I had a crush on him few years back and spoke to him constantly but he treated me like shit and kept insulting me every chance he got. He kept ignoring my messages and never made a conversation. He even said I look really bad and didn’t follow me back on Instagram, when I followed him. When I would ask him to meet he kept giving me excuses.
Fast forward 4 years.
He texted me and said things like I’m fucking hot and he wants to meet me. No matter how many times the plan got cancelled, he persistently asked me to meet him. He actively made conversations. I sent him a nude so that he sees whom he called ugly, that was my way of getting back at him, and he said things like he wants to kiss me. Now I realize I was stupid 4 years ago and he isn’t even my type, I don’t even find him attractive. So I shouted at him and blocked him, ’cause boy IDGAF.
I can’t say this to him because Ministry placed constraints on my words but what I really want to say to him is “kiss my ass you motherfucker and go fuck yourself because you’re fit for only that”.
I realize now how differently people treat you when you look good. There was nothing really wrong with me back then. Just that they were judging and treating me based on the cover. Now for some reason everyone finds me hot, so the same men who gave me shit and treated me badly come back and call me hot.
But you know what? I don’t forget things my love, I never do. I never forget the shit those people gave me so I give them the same shit back.
Because honestly boy? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
rachana rajan <3 