What are we? // pansy X oc

chapter thirty-nine.

Pansy

Cassius turned himself in. My father was found at home with my mother. Atlas went to St. Mungos to get checked out. 

I took my eyes off of her for one second and she was gone. 

When I walked into the rundown building and saw what my father was doing, I wanted to kill him. 

Problem was that I didn't have my wand and neither did Astoria or Daphne. It was just Draco and Blaise. 

Adrian was an amazing person. He didn't deserve to die. 

Atlas hasn't said one word. She's been home for the past two weeks and we all go and visit her but she just stays silent as we talk to her and tell her everything. 

It's breaking my heart. 

She's going to leave me and I know it. 

My father was the one that killed her brother. Surely she doesn't want me now. 

Whenever I visit her, she's pale and lifeless. She's lost weight, obviously not eating, and her eyes are just dead. There's no more light there. 

Adrian was her only light for so long and now he's gone. 

Audrey has been a mess. She tries to hide it and acts like she's fine but I know she's not. Atlas's parents aren't too good either. They constantly tell me that it's not my fault and that I shouldn't be apologizing, but I just can't stop. 

Atlas is going to leave me and no matter how many times I say I'm sorry to her and her family... She's still going to be gone. 

"Stop it" Draco's voice shakes me back into reality. 

"Stop what?" I act clueless. 

"Stop thinking she's going to leave you. She's just going through a hard time. Go and visit her. Just you. That's what she needs." 

"I know that she doesn't want to be alone with me." 

"Shut the fuck up and go to her." He shoves my shoulder "She needs you more than anyone else at the moment" 

She hates me 

No, she doesn't. 

She's going to tell me that it's the end. 

Draco is right. She needs you. Only you. 

No.

Yes. 

"You need to go and see her. Draco is right" Blaise walks in. 

"Fine." I roll my eyes and stand up "But when I come back in a puddle of tears, it's your fault" 

"Doubt that." 

And so I left. 

***

I bring my hand up to the door and knock lightly. It takes a few minutes for the door to open but it eventually does. 

"Pansy. Please come in" Her mother motions for me to come in and I do. 

"Sorry it's just me Mrs. Puecy"

"I've told you to call me Sam. Please stick to that" Her voice shakes. "How can I help you?"

"Can I see Atlas?" I ask, hoping it's a yes. 

"Please do" Her lip quivers "Take this with you." She turns and starts to walk to the kitchen and I follow "She hasn't eaten in days and needs to. I know she will for you" 

She hands me a plate with fruits and a sandwich on it "I'll try. And I'm sorry again"

She cups my face with both of her hands "I've told you, do not be sorry. It's not your fault and never will be. We all still love you"

Do they love me? The Pucey's love me?

"Okay," I nod and head up the stairs. 

Now if I lose Atlas, I won't just lose her. I'll lose her whole family. I can't handle that. 

As I got closer to the door, I could hear sobs. It was nothing new. Atlas was always crying whenever me and the others would visit. It's never going to get easier for her and it's all because of me. 

If I didn't ask her to shotgun at the stupid party... If I didn't let my craving for her cave in, then I wouldn't have fallen in love with her. She wouldn't have fallen in love with me and we wouldn't be here. 

I tapped on the door and the cries stopped. 

"C-Come in" She rasped out and I opened the door. 

She was paler than last time. She sat in the same spot that she has been sitting in for the past two weeks. No shower. No food. Nothing. 

"I brought you this." I walked over to her bed as she looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry" 

"Pansy, don't say sorry." She wiped her tears "I just need you right now" and more tears spilled over "I need you" 

I told you she wasn't leaving.

I set the plate down on her nightstand as I sat in the bed with her and pulled her close. 

She was ice cold. She was sick. She wasn't okay. 

"I'm going to take care of you. Okay, Mon Amour?" 

"Okay" her voice cracked and I laid there with her. Nothing more than just comforting her. 

She needed this. She needed comfort and to be okay. 

Atlas 

I was okay. I didn't hate Pansy and I never could be able to. She thought it was all her fault because it was her father who did it. It was her father who killed Adrian. 

Her fingers stroked up and down my arm as I listened to the sound of her heart beating. 

I sat up and looked at her, watching as she sat up with a worried face. I pointed to the plate on my nightstand and chuckled "Can you hand me that?"

"Of course" She wiped my tears and handed me the food. 

I was eating because of her. She gave me the motivation to keep me afloat. She kept me alive. 

"Do you want me to draw you a bath? It'll help relax everything." She stood up before I could say anything and walked into the bathroom.

How could someone not love her? How could anyone want to leave such an amazing and beautiful person?

An owl tapped on my window and I got up, taking the letter from the unfamiliar owl, and then it flew away. 

"Baths ready. What's that?" Pansy came in and pulled me into her by my waist. 

"A letter from someone. I don't know who." 

"Well open it" She smiled and I did as she said. 

Dear Pansy and Atlas.

I know that you two are together at the moment. The love you guys have is so pure and beautiful. Anyways. I need to talk to you both. Please meet me for coffee this Sunday. I'd like to explain a few things. 

I'm so sorry for your loss, Atlas. 

Signed, Abby Parkinson. 

"What could she possibly want to tell us?" Pansy furrowed her brows. 

It hit me. What her father said. 

"Your father said something about your mother and how you're the same person she was." I looked at her. 

What if...