Wolfstar Oneshots

"You Have No proof"/Do Me A Favor

A/N: Another prompt, same thing as before, found these on Tumblr. It is also heavily influenced by the song "Do Me A Favor" by Anson Seabra

 T/W: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, swearing, and cheating

Italicized are the lyrics of the song.

Bolded text is the prompt line

*Remus POV*

"Moony," Sirius whines drunkenly.

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed.

"I love you," he says, dragging out the "o".

"Oh really? Or are you just saying that because you're blackout drunk?" I sass.

"I'm telling the truth. I'm in love with you," he lies, stepping closer to me.

I smell the bitter scent of cigarette ash on his jacket and the sharp twang of firewhiskey tracing his breath. I should've been tipped off by him coming home late every night for the past week. I should've been tipped off by the empty pack of cigarettes under the bed and the full packet on the shelf next to the bathroom. I paused when I saw it on the shelf. I paid it no mind at the time. I went to the bathroom, I thought I imagined it because it disappeared when I got out of the bathroom. I never really forget about it, I knew it was real. I knew something was up but I decided to trust him. Now I know that was a mistake.

"Huh, is that what you told the blond girl at the bar last night? Did you tell her you have a boyfriend at home that you're so in love with?" I continue integrating.

"What are you talking about?" he acts oblivious.

"I know about it all. The alcohol, the cigarettes, the girls," I confront him.

"Huh?" he continued the oblivious act.

"You can drop the act. I know what you've been up to," I say, trying to keep up the confidence, but this hurts.

"You have no proof," he argues.

"Really? How about James calling me last night and telling me he saw you at the bar snogging some blond chick called Veronica? Or the pack of cigarettes outside the bathroom? Or the empty pack under the bed? Is that good enough proof for you?" I question, steaming with rage.

"Listen, Rem. That was just a one-time thing. I promise it won't happen again," he lies.

"Please, that's what you say every time. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired, I'm tired of the cheating. I'm tired of the lies. I'm tired of you! I've tried everything! I can't. We're done," I say, holding back tears.

"You don't have to do this. Please, come back! I promise I'll change," Sirius begs.

"Trust me. This is no easier for me than it is for you," I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Then why are you doing this?" he asks.

"Because I know it's what's right," I explained.

"But I have nowhere to go," he complains.

"Guess what? I'm sure James would love to home you for a bit. Or some other person you pick up at a bar. Because everyone loves you!" I snap.

"You clearly don't!" he snips back.

"Trust me, that is not true. Love is a reason I have stuck around for so long. But my patience has just disappeared. You've drained me. All of this crap has thinned me out! I'm done but that does not mean I don't love you. I love you so much. It was great at first and I wish more than anything that we could go back to that but it's not going to happen," I argue.

"It could," he lies.

"No, no it can't. That's a lie, I know because I've fallen for it so many times. It's time to say goodbye and leave this where it is," I say, opening the door for him.

"Fine, I'll leave. I don't care 'Cus all the love that we made was such a f*cking mistake anyway!" he yells, storming out.

"I'll mail your things to James!" I call after him.

He flashes me a middle finger which I take as a "got it".

I close the door and slump against the door letting the tears flow. I cry and cry until there's no sorrow left. Not a single drop of sadness to be shead. I only hold on to a single hope for him. I hope that Sirius can learn to go and respect the worth of a person like me.