Holidate

Ch. 11 His Birthday

Warnings: swearing, i think mention of champagne and smoking, and brief mention of outfits ;)

A/N: This is a bit wordy at the beginning but then the rest is pretty much dialogue

I wasn't sure if it was fortunate or not that Sirius' birthday was close to Halloween. I guess it was fortunate because it meant that we would be forced to talk things out, but then it was also unfortunate because we'd be forced to talk things out.

This wasn't my strong suit and I knew from previous experience, it also wasn't Sirius'.

Once my post drunk thoughts disappeared the morning after Halloween I realised that I had potentially overreacted. I guess it was sweet that Sirius didn't want to do anything when I was hysterical after rejecting Tiberius and if I was being honest, I was tired of fighting with him. I had been fighting with him my whole life and his words on Halloween made me think that maybe he wanted to stop fighting as well. If he was ready to lay his armour down, then so I was.

After I had woken up in the morning with a pounding in my head that wasn't solely because of the amount of champagne I had drank, I started sobbing as I recalled the events of the night before. My hands were rubbing my eyes to dry the tears when I eventually stood up and walked over to my desk to look at the stupid photo I had taken.

I looked ridiculous.

I felt ridiculous.

I wasn't sure how, but somehow I had made everything worse when I already thought that I had reached my lowest point. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and I put the photo in my top drawer so I wouldn't have to look at it and sighed.

I blocked it out of my mind until it was the afternoon before Sirius' birthday and I realised I didn't know what to get him. He had got me such a thoughtful gift and I desperately wanted to return the favour.

I wanted to get him something nice and my mind instantly went to new watches and fancy suits, but he had gotten me something even nicer and spent a fraction of the price.

Not knowing what to do, I went to sit on my desk and I pulled out my top drawer to take out all of the notes I had received from him over the past year. His annoyingly neat handwriting was staring at me, but for a moment, I didn't mind.

They were sprawled out on top of my desk and I pulled out the one from my birthday, skimming over it to see if anything inspired me.

I have given you my favourite book and I hope one day we can share our thoughts together, but I won't blame you if you never want to speak to me again.

I almost laughed. I didn't want to speak to him. Then and now. I didn't want to speak to him right now and have to deal with all of the stupid choices I made. What if he was embarrassed by me after what I had done on Halloween and now wanted nothing to do with me?

I knew that I would only find out when I went to his stupid birthday and that really put me on edge.

But at least I knew exactly what I was going to give him now. I got a spare piece of parchment and my quill out, taking my time to make sure my writing was as neat as his.

Sirius,

On Easter, you asked me what I thought would become of us if you had been sorted into Slytherin. I told you nothing would have changed. You still would have annoyed me. But that was only half true. That night I couldn't stop thinking about it and ever since then I have been selfishly wishing that you had been sorted into Slytherin. I think things would have been very different.