the people of positano / modern marauders era

tre ♥ i pictured you in love, with other [guys], then i threw up on the street

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june 29th, 7:06 pm, saturday

"reggie?" i look up from the road to see elian getting out of a grey car with a tall, olive-skinned guy who looks a little confused. elian runs towards me, crouching down to wrap me in an embrace. "are you okay?" he scans my face and quickly checks for my temperature with the back of his hand as if he's my mother.

i blink at him, my memory feeling a little fuzzy. "yeah... why are you home so early?"

"you never throw up," he mumbles, cupping one side of my face. my eyes drift towards the guy elian's with- curly black hair, tan, muscular. his boyfriend, a part of me screams, but i don't say anything.

i would rather die than tell him the reason i threw up is because james said he was going out on a date.

"where's elian?" i yelled into the kitchen, peeking my head out the door because i was going to go to the bookstore and bring him along with me.

"probably with his secret boyfriend," james replied nonchalantly. my brain flashed images of elian kissing someone, the two falling asleep together, watching the stars- shit that we do together. i feel so nauseous i can barely stand and run to the street, throwing up in the street. at the sound of me barfing james runs out of the house, crouching down next to me.

"mate, are you alright? i'm going to call sirius, okay?" he reassured me, frantically dialing my older brother. his instructions were clear- call elian. 

but even in my sick state i yelled, "no! don't bother him." james seemed to agree with the sentiment to not bother him while he was out- with his boyfriend.

i threw up again and sirius hung up on james mysteriously. he groaned, but turned to me and started rubbing my back. "we'll wait for sirius to come, okay?"

"okay."

"eli? i didn't think you'd be here." james walks out of the apartment, narrowing his eyes at him in confusion. i see the wheels turning in his head as he realizes sirius called him over here. "damn it," he curses under his breath and gives a tight-lipped smile to elian's boy-

bluergh. i hate the feeling of throwing up. luckily, i haven't experienced it- until now.

elian's expression only gets more and more concerned by the second. he turns around to face the guy and says, "i think you should go, alayno. thank you for the ride." 

alayno gets the hint and drives away, leaving the three of us sitting on the curb in front of our apartment, me practically in my own pool of throw up and elian staring at me like i'm the only person in the whole world.

i should throw up more often.

"let's get you inside, okay?" he wraps one of his arms around my legs and the other on my back, holding me in a half bridal style, half fetus position since i'm curled up like a newborn in his arms.

i know elian is strong, but the gesture suddenly makes me feel insecure. the guy he was just with- for the love of my breakfast, i won't call him anything else- is super muscular, especially compared to me. he wasn't like, a bodybuilder or anything, but he was lean. compared to him, i'm a toothpick.

i'm too fucking sick to take the high ground and walk myself up to my room so i just let him carry me up the stairs and into my bed, tucking me in like i'm a little kid and snuggling up against me, his back against the headboard while my head is up on my pillow, looking up at him. "are you okay? you don't usually get this sick." he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

oh yeah so you see, james said you had a boyfriend and it physically made me sick to hear. "i'm fine," i answer quickly. "how was your date?" i try not to wince at the question - not smooth at all, regulus. at least i could blame it on the deliriousness that came after puking your guts out.