Introduction

Addicted
Jegulus

He hated it. He hated the way ya James hair curled and shone in the sun. He hated the way his eyes practically glowed, the way his smile lit up a room. He hated James Potter, but most of all he hated how he didn't hate him.
He hated how he couldn't go a full day without looking at him. How he couldn't see his smile and not smile himself. How he wanted so badly to be the one James had his arm around instead of that Redheaded liar. How he wanted to hold his hands. To feel his hair.
To kiss his lips.

He hated how addicted he was to James Potter.