If Only He Knew...

Sooner

It was another day at college but it was a Friday and Harry was walking to his first period which would normally be Psychology with Draco, but there was no sight of him when he entered the classroom. He stepped out for a minute and called Draco's number.

He waited until he answered, "Draco?" He leaned against the wall, "H-Harry.." Draco stammered, "Draco, are you alright?" He asked, "I don't know, Harry." Harry quickly made his way out of college and to the bus stop.

When he got to Draco's, he knocked hard on the door, "Draco, open up please!" He urged, knocking again as Draco opened the door, "Harry, I thought you had a lesson." Draco said, letting Harry in and when Harry closed the door, Draco wrapped his arms around him instantly, not letting go. Harry held Draco close, not letting him go.

Harry guided Draco gently into the living room, their hands intertwined, silently acknowledging the weight of what Draco was going through. As they entered, the heart-breaking sight of a disarrayed sofa filled with scattered pillows and blankets greeted them. It was clear that Draco's depression had taken a toll on his surroundings, mirroring the chaos within his mind. Harry's heart ached at the sight, understanding the immense pain Draco must be experiencing.

Draco's eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Harry, filled with guilt for burdening him with his struggles. Sensing Draco's self-blame, Harry gently brushed a thumb across his cheek, reassuring him. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Draco," Harry whispered softly, his voice filled with love and understanding.

Unable to bear seeing Draco in such distress, Harry made a bold decision. He scooped Draco up into his arms, feeling the weight of his boyfriend's legs wrapping around his waist. Draco's vulnerability in that moment only deepened Harry's determination to provide the support he needed.

Pulling Draco in closer, Harry craned his neck to look up at his blonde boyfriend. Draco, with his hands cupping Harry's face, left them there as if seeking comfort in the touch. Harry took a moment to absorb the love and connection between them, knowing that it was their unwavering bond that would guide them through this difficult journey.

Mindful of the power of music to heal, Harry unlocked his phone and selected a song he knew would bring solace to Draco's troubled thoughts. The soft melody of "Call Your Mom" by Noah Kahan filled the room, its soothing tones providing a sense of calmness. Harry knew that the song held a special significance for Draco, resonating with his own struggles and mental health battles.

In the embrace of their intertwined bodies and the comforting sound of the song, Harry made a silent promise to himself. He would do everything in his power to help Draco navigate this darkness, to be the light that guided him towards peace, understanding, and self-acceptance. Together, they would face the challenges hand in hand, love providing the anchor amidst the storm.

Harry settled himself on the sofa, gently pulling Draco onto his lap. His hands found their place at Draco's waist, grounding him and offering a sense of security. As their eyes locked, Harry sensed an unspoken desire lingering between them, the need for something more palpable.

Draco's gaze focused intently on Harry's lips, hinting at his unspoken longing. Harry couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer and decided to take matters into his own hands. Slowly, he shifted Draco forward, drawing him closer to his own body. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, Harry playfully teased, "If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to kiss you right now."

Draco's reaction was a playful hit aimed at Harry's arm, careful not to hurt him. It was a gesture filled with affection and a lighthearted way to express his eagerness. Pausing his playful banter, Harry could still feel Draco's gaze fixed upon him, an undeniable yearning radiating from his expression.