Scorose - New Year's Eve

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 \\ New Year's Eve \\ WICELA

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J.K. Rowling. The only things I own are the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.

Updated: May 4 (2016)

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"Cedric, I need your advice, I'm becoming mad!" Eric said. He was pacing and he felt all kinds of emotions through his whole body.

"Eric, I already gave you all sorts of advice. You need to calm down. You need to relax!" Cedric answered. He forced Eric into a chair, but instead of pacing, he shivered like an addict.

"Advice? You call that advice? Waiting for him to come to me? I HAVE WAITED SO LONG, CEDRIC!" Eric screamed. Tears fell of his cheeks, but he ignored it.

"THEN MOVE ON!" Cedric reacted. "Move on and act like it. If you're tired of waiting, it's not weird that you move on."

"It's not that simple," Eric murmured. He crawled back into his chair and thought about it. It really wasn't that simple.

"And why not?" Cedric asked. He was sitting on his couch, like he had been sitting the whole time since Eric had arrived. In the beginning, Eric had been happy, telling him that his new job was great and everything. They'd laughed and joked around. Tears of joy were falling of their cheeks, until the tears of joy changed into tears of sadness and loss. Eric didn't want to cry. He never really cried in public. Some of his family thought he wasn't manly enough and he didn't want to give them another reason for hating him.

"Because it's Albus we're talking about," Eric answered. At that exact moment, someone knocked on the door. Eric knew. Eric knew who was knocking on the door. From the first knock he could feel it. Cedric stood up to open the door and Eric heard his voice again. The voice, which allowed him to say everything. Eric wasn't interested in the chitchat he and Cedric had. He just waited, crawled back into his chair.

"I'll leave you two to it, then," Cedric said and he walked away. Eric could feel, could sense Albus's presence.

"I'm not going to say that I'm sorry," Albus began. He sat down on the bench and looked at him.

"Good, me neither," Eric answered. Slowly, he crawled out of his chair so he wasn't as pathetic as he was a few minutes ago.

"Good," Albus repeated.

"I guess you told your parents then?" Eric asked, but he knew. The half-smile on his face told him that he felt way more comfortable about his sexuality than before. That he felt way more comfortable about himself.

"I did," Albus mumbled. "You know, when I thought about it, I really get it why you were mad at me. Why you were in such a dilemma. Were you going to tell me that I could take all the time or were you forcing me, because I needed a little push? I get it, okay? I really needed a little push, because otherwise, I was never going to tell them. Of course, it wasn't that hard and of course, everyone got really emotional and understanding. I could've known that, but I was afraid. And you knew it. I was afraid of myself and actually, I was afraid to commit. Admitting to my parents that I had been dating you for so long wasn't the worst problem. It was admitting it to myself. I have been living in a fairytale and I didn't take responsibility for how I acted. If you..." Albus stopped again. He didn't want to feel the loss again, but he didn't realize he wasn't alone in his loss. Eric had lost him. They both lost someone.

"I do," Eric simply answered. He knew Albus wasn't asking him to marry him. Albus was asking him something else. Something that should've been the beginning of everything all along, but it wasn't too late.